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

Chapter 121: Like Stars, We Remember

Y/N's POV

The house feels like it's holding its breath.

There's the smell of popcorn in the air, someone's jasmine body mist drifting from the hallway, Bam's occasional low huff from beneath the blanket-covered coffee table.

Wacha is leaping from pillow to pillow like she's inspecting the plush landscape before choosing her royal throne.

And the fairy lights strung along the walls cast a dreamy golden hue across everyone's faces.

I don't think we've ever been this quiet and this charged with excitement at the same time.

The VR cinema room was Taehyung's vision-one of the first he scribbled down in the big spiral notebook labeled 'Someday House Things.'

A blend of elegance and imagination, tech and touch.

Plush floor seating, tiered rugs, floor-to-ceiling velvet drapes, and of course-an ultra-HD 360-degree projection setup rigged to show VR content in panoramic mode without needing headsets.

Tonight? This VR theater becomes sacred space.

Tonight is for them.
Taehyung and Jimin.
Months of collaboration.

Countless late nights and tangled limbs on the studio floor.

Endless inside jokes, sore muscles, and scrapped choreography reworked with loving bickering and forehead kisses.

Shared boba, shared edits, shared dreams.

And now-it's done.
The final cut is ready.

The first video premieres tomorrow on Taehyung's channel. The second on Jimin's, forty eight hours later.

Teasers have already sent fans into a frenzy-cryptic choreography, glimpses of glitchy surrealism, soft vocals overlaying dream sequences.

And tonight is ours.
Their private premiere.

I shift slightly, leaning into Yoongi's side, fingers interlaced with his.

He's wearing one of Tae's sweaters-dark green, oversized, sleeves pulled over his hands.

His thumb brushes over the back of my hand in small, slow arcs.

His face is soft, eyes fixed on the blank projector screen like he's already inside it.

I love watching him in these quiet moments-so focused, so present in his own Yoongi-way. Still waters that run soul-deep.

On my other side, Jin oppa sits snuggled up against Joon, head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut every now and then like he might fall asleep mid-premiere.

Namjoon's got one arm draped lazily around his waist and the other scrolling through the notes on his tablet like he hasn't already watched three rough drafts.