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

Chapter 116: Echoes of a Former Home

"You know," I whispered, brushing my thumb over her cheek, "if he ever touches your shoulder again, I'm feeding his blueprints to Tannie."

She laughed into the kiss this time, a muffled "You're the worst," echoing against my skin.

"Maybe," I murmured. "But I'm yours."

She kissed me again-slow, deeper now.

Her hands found the hem of my hoodie, slipping underneath, fingertips warm and searching.

We sank further into the mattress, into each other, the air between us humming with something quieter now-something tender.

Something possessive, maybe.
But also anchored.
Grounded.

Outside the bedroom, we could hear faint voices-Jin hyung and Joon in the kitchen, discussing tea leaves like it was a world summit.

Hobi's bright laugh as Jimin teased Kook for hogging all the mochi.

The sound of family.

But in this room, it was just us.
Me and her. Her and me.

And the way her fingers curled tighter around my shirt like she was holding onto home.

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Jin's POV

If love had a sound, today it would be bubble wrap popping, a thousand labels printing, and Hobi and Kook arguing over plushie citizenship.

The living room was a kaleidoscope of cardboard chaos-boxes stacked high, mismatched socks peeking out of open lids, Tannie sprinting across a flattened IKEA manual like he was late for a meeting.

I was seated on the floor, knees tucked under me, a label maker in one hand and Wacha in my lap like an impossibly judgmental supervisor.

She'd claimed me as her personal lounge throne, tail flicking with every beep of the device like she was quality-checking my formatting.

"'Studio Decor - Jungkook' or 'Kooklandia: Fluff and Vibes'?" I asked her.

Wacha blinked. Judgment confirmed.

Across from me, Kook was holding up a pastel dragon plushie with battle-worn eyes.

"I'm telling you-this one has trauma. He's seen things. He stays."

Hobi crossed his arms, standing in front of a box labeled "Softies with Personalities."

"Yours don't even have names. That makes them squishy squatters."

"They have auras, hyung."

"So do haunted dolls."

They were toe-to-toe now, an army of plushes between them like marshmallow soldiers caught in the middle.

The front door swung open and Jimin walked in, holding a tray of iced coffees and a pink box of pastries like he was offering salvation.

"God has arrived," he declared. "Bearing caffeine."

"Praise be," Hobi whispered dramatically, snatching the coffee from his hand before even a "hello."

Jimin handed the rest around with a cheek kiss for Hobi and a smirk for Jungkook.

"You two still fighting over fabric pets?"

"Real residents," Kook grumbled into his straw.

"I like the bunny with one eye," Jimin closing his eyes softly shrugged, plopping down and curling up beside Tannie, hugging the plushed bunny.