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

Chapter 109: Post-Nap Meows & Human Feelings

Yoongi's shoulders twitch. His fingers stumble over the keys.

MEOW.
Victory.

Direct hit. He's pinking at the ears.
Jimin sees it. Exploits it.

Now he's leaning closer, pretending to read sheet music that does not exist.

Their shoulders brush.

Yoongi grits his teeth like a man betrayed by his own nervous

The back of his neck turns pink.

Oh, he's so doomed.

"You're dangerously annoying, Park Jimin," he mutters.

Jimin? He beams just like how Tan does when he chases a ball mid-air.

"And you're dangerously handsome, Min Yoongi."

Beside me, Y/N lets out a squeak and buries her face into Jin's shoulder.

"I give him ten minutes before he melts," she whispers.

Jin snorts. "Five before he combusts."

I agree. Though I personally think it'll be seven and a half.

I'm excellent at timing things.

I've trained my humans to serve me breakfast within ninety seconds of a stare.

"Is it weird I'm rooting for the meltdown?" Y/N continues.

"Aein, we've been rooting for it since Yoongi tried avoiding Jimin's hand, ears red, when they met, he's too soft for him."

I blink slowly.

Back at the piano, I watch Jimin trail his finger just barely across Yoongi's wrist like it's a symphony.

I watch Yoongi pretend not to shiver. He looks like he's ready to launch himself out the window.

I roll my eyes so hard I nearly fall off Jin's stomach.

If you want him to kiss you, Min Yoongi, just push his face down like I do to the food bowl.

Works. Every. Time.

Amateurs.

I've had enough of this drama.

So I do what any dignified ruler would do when her children are in the middle of a slow-motion romantic train wreck.

I leap off of Jin, ignore Yeontan's hopeful tail wag, and stalk toward the piano like the queen I am.

The humans part like the sea.

MEOW.

Jimin glances down, eyes twinkling. "Ah, The Empress arrives."

Yoongi side-eyes me like I betrayed him personally.

"Don't you start," he mutters.

I leap delicately onto the bench beside him.
Settle beside his thigh.

Purr just loud enough to match the piano's hum.

Because I approve of this chaos.
But don't make me say it twice.
I'm not tacky.

Jimin reaches down to scratch under my chin. He smells like citrus and something expensive.

I allow it. For now.

Yoongi's fingers still on the keys.

He's staring at Jimin's hands.
Then his face.

Then the little smile tugging at the corner of Jimin's mouth.