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

Chapter 123: Where Stardust Lands

There's Jimin-stepping into view like he's walked out of a dream half-finished.

His burnt-orange shirt hangs loose around him, the word NOMAD stamped across it like a quiet declaration.

It drapes casually, not slouching quite off his shoulder, but soft enough to hint he hasn't bothered with perfection.

His hair is artfully tousled, just enough to look unintentional, like he ran a hand through it on his way out.

He holds a black cap loosely in one hand, like it belongs to someone else he just finished teasing.

His gaze-calm, unreadable, yet sharp-flickers like he knows exactly what I've been reading.

Like he felt every message through the walls.

He doesn't say a word.

He just walks over, wraps his arms around my waist from behind, and rests his chin on my shoulder like it's where he's meant to be.

And it is.
We don't speak.
We don't have to.

Because this? This moment-the warmth in his hug, the quiet buzz of morning, the pets curled around us, and the sound of our soulmates literally in their respective rooms probably pretending not to cry while texting me from the same house-is everything.

Jimin breathes softly against my neck and whispers, "It's only the beginning."

And I know he's right.
Because love like this?

We'll spend lifetimes dancing through it.

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- Flashbacks -

It started simple enough.

At 10 million views, Joonie hyung let out a whoop so loud it startled Bam mid-snore.

He grabbed Yoongi hyung, who'd just casually walked in with a mug of coffee, and lifted him off the floor in a full bear hug.

Yoongi hyung, flat-toned as ever, muttered, "I am not built for aerial stunts," but he didn't exactly protest either.

His arm hooked loosely around Joon's neck as he tried to sip from his mug mid-air.

Y/N noona filmed the whole thing, giggling from the couch with Wacha in her lap like a tiny, judgmental queen.

"That's going in the Soulmate Scrapbook," she declared, then kissed Yoongi hyung's cheek the moment he was lowered back down to earth.

At 25 million, it got unhinged.

Kook burst into the living room with a literal ribbon he'd stolen from Hobi hyung's content drawer and started spinning in circles like a caffeinated fairy.

"TWENTY-FIVE MILLION!! I'M DOING ART NOW TOO!!"

"Please don't," Yoongi hyung deadpanned from the beanbag.

"I'm commissioning this as performance art," Jin hyung added, lifting a glass of orange juice like it was wine.