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

Chapter 123: Where Stardust Lands

We'll grow bigger, deeper-together.

Around Saturday, I wake to quiet and the lit fireplace drifting from the living room-Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung deep in conversation over jasmine tea.

When I step out, my gaze follows Y/N noona's fingers trailing across Hobi hyung's shoulders, small, deliberate.

His thumb grazes her wrist and I feel the gentle warmth of that connection all over.

I kneel to greet the pets-Yeontan yips, Bam licks, Wacha blinks slowly like a queen granting permission to exist.

Inside, everyone is treading gently. Not somber-just aware of the anticipation in the air.

And when Jimin arrives after his morning shoot, his entrance is cinematic. scuffed sneakers, soft exhale, hoodie halfway off his shoulder.

He wraps both arms around me from behind without even needing to ask.

His voice, low and half-groggy, whispers, "Hey legend." And the room feels proper again.

We spend the afternoon in mild chaos.

Joon hyung and Yoongi hyung discussing Purple Hope Project's new cybersecurity protocols for the LoveMap app in preparation for a potential feature article.

Hobi hyung dancing next to the coffee machine (singing softly, "My cinnamon bun needs caffeine!")

Kook teaching Y/N noona and Jimin a ridiculous victory twirl

and Jin hyung orchestrating ingredient raids from everyone's kitchen stations.

Beneath the laughter is that unspoken tension for me-guarding the space where Gab will soon step in.

By dinner, chaos peaks. Bags of groceries arrive, and soon we're mid-sauté with casting jokes.

"Yoongi, you stole my turmeric!" Y/N accuses, brandishing the jar.

"Had to jagiya" Yoongi hyung deadpans. "For the cosmic soup."

Jin hyung glides beside them with a dumpling, munching thoughtfully. "Soup for the galaxy-makers."

Foil balloon giggles fill the kitchen as Hobi sneaks marshmallows into pleading mouths.

Kook defeats Joon hyung at playful arm-wrestling. Neither of them notices as Y/N noona brushes a finger along Kook's cheek while she talks about Gab's messages regarding the conference.

My chest twists, but I swallow it down and step closer.

"Need a hand, soul tribe?" I ask loudly, pretending to coach Kook's arm down three centimeters.

His eyes flicker gratitude, and I smile.

Late evening, the living room softens into quiet.

Jimin sits beside me on the couch, leaning into my heart like a missing piece.

Wacha curls on his lap; Yeontan at his feet. Bam lies across my legs as I flip through our fan art stream.

Jimin takes my hand and traces my knuckles.

"Imagine-Gab walks in tomorrow. You'll give him a hug, I'll hug Y/N noona. And everyone will just...flow."

I swallow. "I hope so."

He presses my palm to his chest, over where we share heartbeats.

"Don't worry," he whispers.

"We'll always choose each other. Just like I told you back then-when everything felt uncertain. You all are the constant in my chaos."

My chest tightens-good tight. Because I remember. I remember the night he said it, with stars behind his eyes and a storm in his throat.

I nod and press my face to his neck. He smells like linen and his favorite fig shampoo-clean, warm, familiar.

He's right. Whatever tomorrow brings, whatever Gabriel's presence means to Y/N noona, we're ready.

Because tonight, we are home, and we hold each other tight.

And that, right there? That's all we need.