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

Chapter 114: Emotional Floor Plans & Chaotic Bonds

"You never do."

"You're too cute to ruin anything," Jin hyung adds, flopping down dramatically beside them and planting a kiss on Jimin's forehead.

"Ugh," Jimin mutters, blinking hard. "You guys suck."

"And yet you love us," Joonis says smugly, tugging him into a full cuddle pile.

Tae's already dragging over another blanket, wrapping it around all of us like he's cocooning joy itself.

Wacha hops down from her perch, struts over, and plants herself squarely in Jimin's lap like that's enough of this drama.

Tannie promptly curls up at our feet, one paw protectively against Kookie's socked ankle.

And just like that, the night folds in again - warm and golden and whole.

Jimin's laughing now, tucked into the center of us like he belongs there.

Because he does.

Joonie starts reading horoscopes off his phone in a terrible fortune teller voice.

Tae keeps declaring everyone "cursed with extreme beauty."

Yoongi hyung tries to finish his wine, but Kookie distracts him by stuffing a marshmallow in his mouth.

Noona kisses Jin hyung over a shared bite of strawberry cake and Jin hyung nearly drops the fork in shock.

"You're not allowed to ambush me with dessert-flavored affection!"

"Oh no," she deadpans. "How tragic."

I lean into Kookie, his arm around my waist, his smile pressed to my jaw.

I close my eyes.
We're surrounded.
Tangled limbs, soft laughter, mouths still sticky with sugar and sappy declarations.

It's not quiet.
But it's peace.

And I realize something as I listen to Jimin giggle under a blanket fort made of soulmate arms and leftover napkins,

This is it.
This is what home really is.

Not just four walls and a key.
It's this feeling.

This laughter.
This love.
And finally-finally-it's ours.

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Jimin's POV

It's been more than a week since Hobi hyung and Kook told everyone they were moving in.

More than a week of shared glances, squealed plans, paint swatches, laughter echoing down wide hallways.

More than a week of beautiful chaos.

And still, every time I walk through this house - their house - I feel like I'm walking through someone else's dream.

It's... breathtaking.

Not just because of its size, or the skylights, or the walk-in closets (though damn, the closets), but because of the feeling it holds.

You can taste the love in the air. The kind that's been lived in. Painted on the walls in soft pastels and richer tones.

But sometimes-and maybe it's silly-I feel like I'm intruding.

Like there's no place carved out for me here.

I know they've told me they're waiting for me. I believe them. But the house was already built when I entered their orbit.

Already planned.
Already mapped.