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

Chapter 114: Emotional Floor Plans & Chaotic Bonds

Of course there's space for Kook and Hobi hyung. They were here before the blueprints had even cooled.

Their bedrooms fit them like custom-tailored suits. Like this house breathed them in from the start.

Me? I don't know where I go.

And I don't mind the guest room, honestly.
It's cozy and tucked away, and Wacha has adopted the windowsill as her own royal throne.

But if I move in, would they lose a room just to make space for me?

Would I be the piece that tips the balance?

I push the thought aside as I follow the sound of excited voices echoing from Hobi hyung's new room.

He's glowing.

That's the first thing I notice when I step in. Sunlight is practically catching in his skin.

He stands in the corner of his bedroom, arms flailing with theatrical joy, as Y/N noona holds up two paint swatches for Jin hyung to debate with deadly seriousness.

"This one is soft sunlight," Jin hyung says.

"And this one is honey warmth," noona replies, narrowing her eyes.

"Lies. That one is golden retriever morning."

"I am a golden retriever morning!" Hobi hyung exclaims, throwing himself between them like he's accepting a trophy.

I can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of me before I even try to stop it.

The room's vibe is pure joy.
The space suits him.

The corner is sun-drenched, a spotlight that turns him into art. The balcony curves out like a mini stage.

I can already picture him there, hosting golden-hour lives, whispering sweet things to his fans with sleepy eyes and a steaming mug.

His bathroom has brass fixtures and a floating sink that looks like it belongs in a film set. And the closet?

God.
It's every content creator's dream.

Mirrors. Spotlights. A central platform made for twirls and self-love.

He's home.
They all are.
And I am happy. Truly.

I step back as the three of them dissolve into another debate over lighting temperatures, but then I hear it - the thudding, bouncing energy of Kook's laugh just across the hallway.

And I'm drawn toward it like gravity.

I peek into his bedroom and instantly choke on a laugh.

Tae and Kookie are mid-bounce-literally-on Jungkook's mattress, arguing whether they should install color-changing ceiling panels or keep it "gamer chic."

"LEDs and sound-reactive floor panels," Kook is saying, eyes sparkling.

"That's a dance club, not a bedroom!" Yoongi hyung groans from the desk, but he's already sketching the layout.

Joon hyung's beside him, nodding thoughtfully like he's considering building a hologram DJ.

"It is technically feasible," Joon hyung says.

"You two are dangerous," Yoongi hyung mutters.

I burst out laughing, but Kook sees me before I can say anything and tackles me in a flying hug.

"Hyung! Give us a tiebreaker opinion - is a snack bar in the closet too much?"

"Yes," I wheeze. "And also absolutely, you should do it."