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

Chapter 119: Unspoken, Unfolding, Ours 🔥

Joonie sits nearby, flipping through a book, but his thumb keeps losing his place-eyes drifting toward them.

Tae watches silently from the floor, chin propped on Wacha's tail, his sketchbook forgotten.

Jimin went out with Kook. Which is a mercy, because the jealousy would be so thick, we'd need hazard gear.

Y/N noona notices us watching.
Her spine straightens.

She smiles gently-too gently-and scoots her chair just a little farther from Gab's.

Her fingers brush the edge of the tablet, but she doesn't touch him again.

And that? That says everything.
She's trying.

Trying not to hurt us.
Trying to hold too many hearts in hands too small for the weight.

And somehow-somehow-she still manages to hold us anyway.

Gab leans back, grinning, and says just loud enough, "Remember when you used to draw fairies on my homework and tell your mom it was art?"

"Noona used to draw on my lunchboxes," Tae calls from the kitchen.

"She braided my hair last night," I add.

"She kissed me first this morning," Jin hyung says as he breezes past with a tray of tea.

Gab holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I get it. Pack of wolves."

"No," Yoongi murmurs darkly.

"We're a pride."

Later That Night, Jin hyung pulls me into his room without asking.

Not for anything heavy.
Just to be close.

We sit on the bed, sharing a tangerine. Fingers sticky, laughs low.

At one point, he leans over and rests his head on my chest.

"Did it scare you?" he asks quietly. "How fast this happened?"

I pause. Think about the kiss.
The ache. The heat. The rightness.

"No," I whisper. "What scared me was how long it took for us to say it."

Jin hyung tilts his head up.
His eyes find mine.
"I love you, Hobi."

I smile. "You'd better."

And then we kiss again.
No golden hour this time.

No gochujang.
Just us.
Just warmth.

And the soft, steady beat of something that finally found its place.

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Jin's POV

Gabriel walks in like he belongs here.

Laughing from the hallway, his voice lifted in Tagalog as he chats with one of the electricians about wire lengths and recessed lighting like he's lived in this house longer than we have.