Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 109: Post-Nap Meows & Human Feelings

"No one wants to watch a space documentary, Joon," Hoseok replies while balancing a juice box and a bag of popcorn on his head like some kind of snack prince.

"It's a coming-of-age philosophical narrative!"

"It's a three-hour montage of planetary orbits."

"You liked the Mars one."

"I was sedated from jetlag!"

This is their sixth attempt.

There is yelling.
There are three remotes.

Two are missing.
One is in Yeontan's mouth.

Namjoon speaks like he's trying to herd galaxies.

Hoseok is doing jazz hands and arguing that we must watch a 2006 dance documentary called "Step Flex Revolution: Seoul Edition."

No one is listening to them.

Especially not Jimin.

The newest addition to this collection of overgrown toddlers.

Because Jimin has locked onto a target.

Min Yoongi.
My second favorite human.

He's at the piano, hunched over like a moody poet, hands ghosting across the keys in that lazy, half-bored way of his.

His hair is fluffy from someone's fingers earlier. Probably Y/N's or Tae's.

Maybe both.

It's hard to keep track to be honest, they're clingier than the flock of birds I often watch from the windows.

Yoongi's doing that thing where he pretends to ignore everyone.

But I know him by now.
He's watching everything.

I see the little twitch in his shoulder every time Taehyung giggles.

The tiny smile he doesn't let fully form when Jungkook nearly trips over Yeontan trying to kiss Tae mid-pillow war.

He's soft. And he hates it.
I can't say I do though, I love his warmth the most.

Jimin knows it too.

Because now-barefoot and smug-he drifts toward the piano like a cat himself.

All languid steps and secret smiles.
Radiating "I'm about to ruin your whole life in a good way" energy.

His eyes gleam.
Yoongi does not spot him.
I do, though.

Meow.

I stretch.
This will be delicious.

He leans against the piano-close enough that Yoongi can feel him but not touch him.

It's a power move. I respect it. I do it to them most of the time, too.

"Serenading me already, hyung?" Jimin purrs, voice honey-sweet with just enough edge to be illegal in seventeen countries.

"You move fast." he adds, eyes wide and falsely innocent.

Yoongi grunts. It means 'I see you, stop it, I hate how much I like you, go away, don't go.'

He's totally, my spirit human.

Jimin smiles wider.

He leans one hand on the piano edge. His finger trails close to Yoongi's hand but doesn't touch.

Ah, the slow burn method. Classic.

"But you play so pretty," Jimin says, "It's a crime not to admire."