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

Chapter 118: Little Fires, Brighter Flames

"It's better than live-it's ethereal."

"Sounds like a boy band album," Hobi added.

"Which is why I picked the name," Tae said proudly.

Jimin stirred against me, sitting up slightly. "He means it. He had me record an ethereal hum track for it."

"Which sounds like what?" Namjoon teased.

Jimin smiled. Closed his eyes. Then hummed-low and breathy. Soft like something from a lullaby, thick with emotion.

Everyone paused.
I felt my heart stop.
Even Wacha's ears twitched.

"Jesus Christ," Jungkook muttered. "You sound like heartbreak and incense."

Tae clapped. "Exactly the vibe."

I looked at Jimin again.

He was glowing. Lit from within. Not from the rain. Not from the app.
From this. From us.

Later, Jin hyung pulled Y/N close and kissed her temple, whispering something into her ear that made her giggle and blush.

Joon rubbed slow circles into her back.

Tae played with her fingers.

Jungkook nuzzled her shoulder.

Hobi kissed her hair.

I kissed her cheek as I passed to get another drink.

She beamed at me. Then at Jimin.

Then she said, "We're so full of love, aren't we?"

Jimin whispered, "Almost too full."

And in that moment, under that roof, surrounded by paw prints and pillow kingdoms and the people who knew our pasts and still chose us, still loved us anyway-Every one of us felt a little warmer for it.

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Taehyung's POV

Morning came in honeyed gold and sleepy sounds.

The living room was steeped in that perfect kind of quiet-the kind that tasted like warm toast and new beginnings.

Light spilled through the windows like a secret we hadn't earned, pooling across the floorboards in molten swaths.

I was just coming down the stairs, rubbing my eyes with the sleeves of Jin hyung's oversized hoodie (stolen? borrowed? inherited by vibe?), when I heard her laugh.

Y/N noona. In that low, stunned kind of joy.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into the quiet, standing just past the archway with a steaming mug in hand.

"Are you... in love?"

I blinked. Followed her gaze to the wide sunlit windowsill.

And there they were.
Wacha and Tannie.

Perched side by side, their little paws barely touching.

Tannie's tongue flicked over Wacha's ear. She batted at him lightly with one paw-elegant, almost coy.

I nearly choked on my own breath.

"WHAT IN THE DISNEY MOVIE," I texted the group chat before I even fully processed what I was seeing.

Y/N noona took a photo and sent it to the chat.