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

Chapter 109: Post-Nap Meows & Human Feelings

Hobi's whispering at Namjoon like an undercover agent on a stakeout.

"Oh my god. He's doing the shoulder thing. HE'S DOING THE SHOULDER THING."

Joon, unbothered as always, sipping something herbal,

"At what point do we intervene for Yoongi hyung's medical safety?"

Jin hyung, not even glancing up from his phone, "Never. Let nature humiliate him properly."

Y/N? Of course she's taking pictures. Quietly squealing. Probably texting Jimin heart emojis as we speak.

Back at the piano.
Jimin sighs again.
All dreamy and content and too close.

My soul leaves my body.
I can't even roll my eyes properly.
That's how rattled I am.

"You're insufferable," I mutter.

It sounds gruff.
Like I mean it. I don't.

Jimin, still using me as a human pillow, grins against my shoulder.

"And yet, here you are. Still letting me breathe on you."

I shove him.
Gently.
Not even enough to knock over a leaf.

He laughs.
Laughs.

And it's warm.
And light.
And it hits me straight in the ribs like a goddamn sunrise.

He leans back in.
Right into my side like it's the most natural thing in the world.

We sit like that.

The piano beneath my fingers.
Jimin against my shoulder.
Wacha curled like royalty beside me, purring in judgment.

The whole room humming around us with that golden, noisy, ridiculous soulmate energy that I pretend to be annoyed by, but I'd burn the world to protect.

And suddenly, everything feels sharp.
Too bright. Too quiet. Too much.

But also-
Like home.
Because here's the truth,

Jimin isn't just flirting.

He's peeling me open one nudge at a time.
He gets under my skin without asking.
Slides into my quiet like he's always belonged there.

And the worst part?
The part I hate admitting?
He does.

From the couch, I hear Kook stage-whisper,
"Bet you five bucks hyung combusts if Jimin hyung kisses him."

Tae, "What if he just implodes?"

Hobi, "He's definitely gonna short-circuit."

Joon: "Plot twist-Yoongi hyung initiates."

Jin, "Now that's just delusional."

Y/N whispers to Jin, "I hope they kiss. It's about damn time."

Jin replies, "I hope it's caught on camera. I have albums to fill."

I sigh. Long. Tired. Existential.
"Can you all shut up," I say without turning.

Wacha purrs louder. She lives for this chaos.

Jimin hasn't moved.

And when I glance sideways, he's looking at me.

Not in that playful, teasing way he usually does.

Not entirely.
This is different.

His eyes are soft.
Warm.
Steady.

Like he's telling me with a look,
You don't have to run.
Not from me.