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

Chapter 115: Hearts, Paws, and Patience

"Stage one of siblinghood," Yoongi said like a war general.

The evening wore on, and we watched with eagle eyes, hearts thudding with every movement.

Kook stayed close, cooing over both of them, tension bleeding off him slowly.

Tannie sniffed Bam's leg again.
Bam licked his own paw and looked away, like I'm not gonna push it. It's fine.

Then, just as we were settling down in the living room...

Bam stood, walked over to the mat near the window, circled once, and laid down.

Tannie stared.

And then-like he didn't want anyone to see-he trotted over, turned his back to Bam, and sat against his side.

Not curled. Not snuggled.
But touching.

Every one of us lost it.

Kook made a choked sound and practically tackled Tae and Jimin in joy.

"They're brothers now," Jin oppa wept.

"I am so proud of them," Joon said, wiping his glasses.

Hobi reached out, grabbing my hand as he kissed my temple. "This is everything."

Yoongi nodded, quiet smile tugging at his lips. "This is good. Really good."

Jimin knelt beside the dogs, scratching behind both their ears.

"That's right, you two. Be cute. Live up to your adorable destinies."

I leaned into the couch, exhaling fully for the first time all day.

"Well," I said, smiling, "to be honest... that was the easy part."

Yoongi looked at me slowly. "Yeah."

He stood, stretching. "Because Wacha's still upstairs."

Silence.
A beat.

Tannie twitched. Bam blinked.

And we all turned toward the staircase- as if sensing, somewhere, above us... a feline entity preparing her entrance.

The real battle hadn't even begun.

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Y/N's POV

The morning started soft.

Joon, Jimin, Tae, Hobi, and Kook had slept downstairs, blanketed in chaos and the warm comfort of Tannie and Bam curled near them like twin moons orbiting different stars.

Meanwhile, Jin oppa, Yoongi, and I camped out upstairs in my room - self-assigned to Wacha duty, mostly because none of us trusted her not to launch into full Empress mode if she and Bam crossed paths unprepared.

She's feisty, territorial, and entirely unbothered by anyone's opinions of her royal attitude.

And Bam-no matter how gentle, how sweet-was a big dog, and not used to cats.

This needed strategy.

So while Wacha roamed the room like a judge at a talent audition, I filled her bowls and gave her a scratch behind the ear.

"Wish us luck, my queen," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.