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

Chapter 119: Unspoken, Unfolding, Ours 🔥

"And it was really good," Jin hyung adds, cheeks fully flushed now, but his voice is steady. Proud, even.

Yoongi hyung's still watching. Doesn't say anything right away. Just steps forward.

Grabs a box from Jin hyung's arms to help lighten the load.

Then-quietly-he leans in and kisses Jin hyung's cheek. A featherlight press of lips. Barely a whisper of touch.

When he pulls back, he says, "I'm really happy for you guys."

And walks away.
Just like that.

No drama. No ceremony. Just love, folded neatly into the spaces between us.

We unload groceries with the choreography of a seasoned domestic unit.

Kook is on fruit detail-checking each apple for bruises with the intensity of a man prepping for war.

Tae is arranging snacks into the pantry with absurd precision, stacking chip bags like origami.

Jimin's sitting on the counter, swaying his legs, holding up a carton of almond milk and reading the label like it's poetry.

"Did you know this says it's made with 'emotional balance and harvested moonlight'?"

"That's marketing," Jin hyung says flatly, unpacking leafy greens.

"No," Jimin grins, holding the carton closer to his heart. "That's me."

Yoongi hyung snorts from where he's restocking the spice rack.

Y/N noona finally wanders in, towel on her head from a recent shower, wrapped in one of Joonie's oversized hoodies.

She pauses when she sees me and Jin hyung side by side at the counter.

And she beams.
Soft and bright and so genuinely happy, it makes my chest ache.

"You guys," she says, setting her tea down, "congratulations, loves."

Jin hyung turns, pretending to be aloof, but I see the way his eyes flick to her with pride. "It was... well-executed."

"Kiss at sunset," I supply, bumping his shoulder.

"Next to the kimchi," Jimin adds dreamily.

"Ugh, we're disgusting," Jin hyung groans.

"We're adorable," I correct.

Noona walks over to me and kisses my cheek. Then does the same to Jin hyung.

"You deserve every soft thing," she says, voice quiet.

Behind her, Wacha hops up onto the counter with the energy of a judgmental aunt.

Tannie follows, pausing to circle her twice before settling by her tail.

Bam strolls in last, sniffing the pantry like he's quality-checking Tae's stacking system.

It's a full house. A full heart.
And it feels like home.

Later, the lights are low and the living room is an ever-growing pile of limbs, pets, and cozy blankets.

Y/N noona is in the living room with Gab. Again.

They're crouched over his tablet, heads close. Laughing. Again.

I head straight to the couch and plop down beside Yoongi hyung, who's nursing a black coffee like it's mood poison.

"Update?" I ask under my breath.

Yoongi hyung doesn't answer. Just sips his coffee and glares at Gab like he's waiting for the LoveMap app to introduce a 'Restraining Order Phase