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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

"Hyung-please."

Noona turns and beams at them. "Waffles?"

Hobi hyung raises a hand like he's accepting an award.

"Yes. For heroic efforts in the field of bedroom acoustics."

Joon hyung coughs pointedly. "Bedroom? You were not confined to a bedroom."

Yoongi hyung chimes in, "Hey, Kook. Just checking... do you usually scream like that, or was last night special?"

Kookie lets out a noise between a whimper and a laugh and immediately buries his face in Hobi hyung's shoulder.

"Don't worry," Hobi hyung says, patting his head. "He'll be more vocal next time."

"Hyung-!" Jungkook gasps, mortified.

I lean across the table and offer a crisp high five to Hobi hyung.

He slaps my hand without looking.

Legends recognize legends.

Once the teasing slows down (barely), breakfast becomes its usual chaos.

Yoongi hyung makes the eggs. Jin hyung insists on plating everything like it's a 5-star restaurant.

Joonie hyung tries to sneak pieces of bacon off the tray and gets slapped on the wrist by Y/N noona.

Hobi hyung and Kookie are curled together on the couch with a plate of fruit and waffles between them.

Kook feeds him a blueberry and Hobi hyung hums dramatically like it's gourmet.

They're glowing.

Not in a "we just had amazing sex" way, though... well, yes, that too.
But it's deeper.

Ten years of love, friendship-and now they're here. In the house. In the group. Finally rooted.

"Does it feel real yet?" I ask them, sitting cross-legged on the floor by their feet.

Jungkook smiles softly. "Not yet."

"But it will," Hobi hyung says, threading his fingers through Kook's. "Because we're not leaving."

My chest warms at that.

Y/N noona walks over with mugs of coffee and sets one down for each of them, pressing a kiss to both their foreheads.

"You're home," she says simply.

The sound of the front door opening cuts the quiet.

"Hello-!" Jimin's voice rings out through the hallway.

Tannie sprints toward the entrance like a fluffy missile.

Jimin appears in his business-casual glory, tie loosened, cheeks pink from the morning chill.

"Did I miss breakfast?" he asks, shrugging off his coat.

"You missed a lot more than breakfast," Yoongi hyung calls out.

Jimin raises a brow. "Oh?"

"You should ask the newlyweds what kind of religious experience they had last night," Jin hyung smirks.

Jimin blinks.
Then his face lights up like a firework.
"Ohhhhhh."

He skips toward the couch, plops himself between Hobi hyung and Kook with zero warning, and grins.