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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

He just rests his mug on my shin like I'm a furniture extension he ordered on purpose.

Across from us, Y/N noona is leaning over the counter in one of Jin hyung's hoodies, pouring batter onto the waffle iron.

Her hair's still damp from her shower, and her cheeks are pink from sleep.

She's humming something under her breath-soft, sweet, like morning sunshine.

Jin hyung walks past her and tugs on the hem of the hoodie she's wearing.

"That's mine," he says.

"It's mine now," she replies, without even looking up.

"You're a thief."

"You're in love with me."

He doesn't argue. Just smiles and taps her chin with his knuckle. "That too."

Yoongi hyung sighs like he's just witnessed the 1347th cute moment this morning and can't bear it anymore. "You two are disgusting."

Jin hyung winks at him. "You weren't saying that when you were moaning in my lap last week."

"Hyung!" I laugh, horrified and delighted. "There are children present!"

Wacha flicks her tail in response. Bam whines softly, disturbed. Tannie lets out a quiet bark that I choose to interpret as scandalized agreement.

"Where are the delinquents, anyway?"

Joon hyung asks from the fridge, dressed in joggers and a fitted tank that shows off his arms unfairly well.

His hair is a mess, and his glasses are slipping down his nose, and he still looks like he just stepped out of a magazine.

"Still in bed, probably in a puddle of shame," noona replies, flipping a waffle.

"Or pride. Hard to tell with those two."

Yoongi hyung raises a brow. "Did you hear them?"

Everyone nods.

"Wacha jumped into my bed like the ceiling was falling," I add, still grinning. "She clawed my thigh."

"Tan whined at the door for ten minutes straight," Joon hyung says, rubbing his temples.

"I had to put on noise-canceling headphones. For sex. That I wasn't even having."

"I thought someone was hurt," Jin hyung mutters.

"Turns out, Jungkook was just screaming 'sir' like he was filing a complaint with HR."

We all burst into laughter.

And that's when two silhouettes appear from the hallway.

Kookie and Hobi hyung-rumpled, barefoot, hair an absolute mess, and wrapped in matching oversized sweaters they probably grabbed from the same laundry basket.

They look like they've been through war. And won.
But barely.

Kook's eyes are bleary but happy, lips curved in a lazy smile.

Hobi hyung looks like a smug cat.

The kind that just knocked over all your glassware and is asking what you're going to do about it.

"Oh look," I say brightly. "The national anthem of Lust and Consequences has arrived."

Kookie groans.