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

Chapter 118: Little Fires, Brighter Flames

Yoongi's POV

It was raining when he kissed me.

And it was still raining when we walked back-hand in hand, soaked to the bone, pink-cheeked and stupidly in love, tucked under one too-small umbrella that did very little to keep the rain off but did a damn good job of pulling us closer.

Jimin's fingers were laced in mine.
Not timid. Not tentative.
Certain.

And the second we stepped back into the house, the warmth nearly knocked me over.
Not the temperature. The feeling.

Bam barked once-sharp and curious from his perch near the edge of the couch.

He hopped down with a spin like he was announcing royalty.

Tannie shot down the foyer like a black blur, tail wagging so hard his hips swayed.

He stopped just short of us, nose nudging at Jimin's ankle, then mine, then back again as if sniffing for a secret.

Wacha, perched on the top of the bookshelf like the smug little gremlin she was, gave a single blink-unimpressed and all-knowing.

Her tail flicked once, dramatically. Like she'd seen it coming before we even did.

The living room was a canvas of warmth.

Blankets tossed over laps.
Crumbs on the coffee table.
Half a tower of pillows Tae had clearly constructed to cocoon himself and Kook in the corner of the L-shaped couch.

Snack bowls, crumpled chip bags, glasses of half-finished wine and cans of fizzy drinks.

And every person I loved.
Ours. All of it.

Jin hyung spotted us first, mandarin in his mouth and that slow, shit-eating grin spreading across his face like he'd just won a bet.

"Did it rain love out there?" he quipped, leaning back with a flourish that made his robe slip off one shoulder dramatically.

"Or did the sky just sense the shift in soulmate dynamics and cry for joy?"