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

Chapter 117: Versions of A Home

Jin's POV

Where else would you end up when there's too much love to carry and no shelf in your soul big enough to hold it?

The living room, of course.
Our living room.

It was Joon's idea to alphabetize the storage closet, so he was down the hall now, muttering about outdated USBs while Jimin and Hobi giggled over shelf alignment like it was a date night.

"You're the domestic king," Jimin sighed dreamily when Hobi finally snapped the last piece into place.

"Only took me three tries," Hobi grinned.

"I counted five."

"You flirt with me like that again, I'll let you say ten."

"Deal."

Back in the living room, I noticed a box tucked under the side table.

Big red marker letters: IMPORTANT.

"Oh-ho," I grinned. "What's this?"

Yoongi perked up, peering over. "We're doing an unboxing ceremony," he declared.

I turned off the overhead lights, grabbed my phone, and shoved it under my chin like a campfire flashlight.

"Welcome," I said in a spooky voice, "to the tragic depths of Jungkook's emotional archive."

"No," Jungkook whined, "don't-"

I opened the box.

Inside: three concert wristbands. A crushed origami crane. A dismembered plush rabbit with one button eye. A stack of love notes-some written in glitter gel pen.

I held one up dramatically.

"'Dear Kookie, I love your face. Platonically. Maybe. Okay not platonically.'"

"Hyung!"

Yoongi was nearly wheezing.

"I hate everyone in this room," Jungkook muttered, hiding behind Bam, who offered zero protection but one hundred percent moral support.

"Too late," I said. "This is your legacy now."

Y/N was laughing, tears forming in her eyes, leaning into Yoongi, her hand curled around his wrist.

And I caught it-the way Yoongi's arm shifted, slipping around her waist, pulling her closer.

The way Jungkook, still pretending to sulk, leaned into Yoongi a second later, arm slung around his waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Yoongi didn't even flinch. He rolled his eyes. Blushed. Nudged Kook's hip in return, subtle and soft.

And right then, I watched Y/N watch them-that look in her eyes like they were her whole world, folded in layers across the couch and clutter and cat fur.