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

Chapter 109: Post-Nap Meows & Human Feelings

A melody begins to form.
A little broken. A little messy.

Like how I feel when Jimin smiles at me like he knows.

It sounds like his laugh through a yawn.

Like the way he touches my wrist and pretends it didn't happen.

Like the way he lingers-bold and soft and maddening.

It sounds like the way I'm too quiet, and he never minds.

Like the way he breathes into my shoulder and says I'm warm.

It's not clean or perfect.
There's no structure.
But it's him.

Playful and aching.
Light and heavy.

The way he makes me feel too much and not enough all at once.

I don't realize I've been playing for over an hour until the final note fades and the silence rushes back in like a tide.

My fingers are trembling.

I feel like something just cracked open in me.

Not broken.
Just... open.

I reach for my laptop.
Open a new file.

Title: The final note.

I save it.
Close it.

Tuck it away where no one can see.
Not yet.
He doesn't know.

But one day...
One day, I think-
I'll play it for him.

I'll let him hear the version of himself that lives in my hands.

The version only I see.

From the shadows, I hear a shuffle.
I freeze.

But it's only Wacha, hopping up beside me again, settling in a perfect loaf on the bench.

She leans her head on my thigh like she's exhausted from watching me suffer all night.

"Yeah," I whisper to her, scratching behind her ear. "I know. I'm a mess."

She purrs.
I swear she's saying finally.

I sit there for a while longer.

Just me, the piano, and the ghost of a boy with a sleepy smile and comet eyes still clinging to my hoodie.

And for the first time in a long time-
even with everything inside me still uncertain,

I don't feel alone in it.
I just feel full.

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Jin's POV

There's something about post-dinner quiet that hits different.

Like the house has finally exhaled.

The chaos that usually clangs around this place-teasing, laughter, barking, Wacha dramatically knocking a pen off the table just because-is momentarily replaced by something soft.

Honeyed. Warm.

It's been a long week. Everyone's been a little... frayed at the edges.

Joon's had back-to-back meetings, the kind that make him mutter to himself in three languages.

Yoongi hasn't slept right in days-his fingers twitch constantly, even when he's still, the LoveMap app has been getting a number of security breaches that has pushed him to deal with stressful mornings and much longer nights.

Jimin came in Thursday night with his shoulders up to his ears and practically melted into Y/N the second she opened her arms.

And Hobi-Hobi's been smiling the same way he always does.