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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

His sleeves are pushed up.
His profile bathed in amber light.

He doesn't look up when I walk in.
Doesn't need to.

My arms find him without hesitation.

I press my cheek to his shoulder and wrap around him tight, like I'm trying to absorb the peace radiating off of him.

He melts immediately.
His chin drops to my head.
His lips find my temple. Soft. Familiar.

"Hey, Jagi," he murmurs.

"Hi," I whisper.

We don't speak for a while.

He slips his phone into his pocket and just holds me. Arms firm. Grounded. His heartbeat loud against my ear.

Then-A little clinking sound pulls me toward the stove.

Tae's stirring honey into two cups of chamomile tea.

He's wearing one of Jin oppa's pajama tops, oversized and slipping off one shoulder.

He turns, eyes lighting up when he sees me.

"Hi, Jagiya," he whispers, voice pure silk.

"Hello there, my bear cub" I swoon at him.

He leans in and kisses my cheek, hands still cradling the teacup. His lips linger longer than usual.

I press mine to his forehead in return.

Joon walks in just then, unscrewing his water bottle and heading to the fridge.

He's barefoot. Always barefoot.

His legs are long and his tank top is loose and I have no business getting butterflies just because it's too fucking hot and its not the kitchen heat.

I walk up behind him.

Wrap my arms around his waist.
Kiss his shoulder.
Then his lips.

He exhales, smiling against my mouth.

"I love this" I murmur.

He turns in my arms and cups my face, tilting it up gently.

"I love you."

Later, I walk back toward the game room.

Yoongi is now curled on the floor near Bam, his head resting against the dog's side, eyes closed.

Jimin has fallen asleep, hand still in Jungkook's hair.

Kook opens one eye when he hears me and lifts a hand toward me without a word.

My smile breaks free.

Hobi stirs, blinking sleepily. "We saved your spot."

I walk over and lie down between them, fitting perfectly into the space they made for me.

Hobi drapes an arm over my waist.
Kook slides his leg over mine.

Wacha hops off the backrest and settles on my stomach like she owns me.
(She does.)

Kook murmurs, voice low and thick with sleep, "Night, baby."

"Night, my world," Hobi mumbles, already halfway gone again.

The lights are dimmed.
The pets sigh in their sleep.
The whole house breathes in unison.

And I let myself go still in it.
Wrapped in all of them.
Anchored in this quiet, loud love.