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

Chapter 116: Echoes of a Former Home

"Right?" I said. "We built it with all of us in mind."

"You did send me pictures before but in person, the photos definetely did not do this justice," he murmured, then turned to Wacha, who had appeared on the kitchen counter like she owned the lease.

"And who's the queen?"

"Wacha," I said proudly. "She'll judge you silently for the next 48 hours."

"She's got resting CEO face. I respect that."

Yeontan barked once from the couch, and Bam nudged him in what I'd now come to recognize as a protective sibling gesture.

Gab crouched down and held out a hand.
"Can I?"

Tannie sniffed dramatically.

Bam leaned into the offered hand.

"Wow. These guys are gorgeous."

"They're our boys," I smiled.

Dinner was filled with chatter, but under the music and fork clinks, something in the air shifted.

Gab and I fell into old rhythms too fast-inside jokes, movie quotes, embarrassing middle school flashbacks.

At one point, he made a joke about how we once made a dance routine to a 2000s boy band song for our school's nutrition month, and I nearly choked on my drink.

"You should've seen her!" he cackled. "She wore a glittery pink headband and almost knocked me out with a pompom."

"Oh my god, Tisoy, stop!"

"You started it, Tabby."

"TABBY?"

Tae echoed, arms crossed.

"Oh yeah," Gab grinned. "She was round as a kid. So cute. It's a tagalog nickname for chubbs. So it just became Tabby."

"She still answers to it," he added, winking.

I stuck out my tongue. "I will murder you in your sleep."