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

Chapter 124: Love in the Tension Lines

Yoongi clears his throat. "As long as all voice inputs go through secure channels," he grumbles, but his thumb brushes my waist.

Namjoon leans in and presses a thumb to my other side. My chest warms.

I feel a rush of warmth between them-calm pride from Yoongi, gentle confidence from Namjoon.

I slide my hand onto Yoongi's shoulder and squeeze. "Thank you, Jagi."

He offers a small smile, flickers in his amber eyes that he's pleased.

Then I turn to Namjoon and tap the shelves. "Yes-your lighting idea will make this studio pop."

Namjoon brushes a lock of hair from his face, soft grin. "All for you."

Gab shifts slightly but stays quiet, watching us.

I appreciate his creativity, his history with me-all that childhood nostalgia-but this moment is ours: the three of us anchored in what we share.

Across the pronged blueprint, Yoongi nods. "We'll need enough clearance for mic arms and a sound diffuser wall panel."

He shoves his hands in pockets, loyalty mapped in his stance.

Namjoon steps behind me, and I feel his arm brush mine. Comforting.

I hold his gaze over Yoongi's shoulder-clear, loving, steady.

Gab clears his throat softly. "I can revise the desk height, expand the nook for Wacha's cushion, and reroute that cable channel."

"Thank you," I say gently. "Then I think we're on track."

He rolls the blueprint and hands it to me. I catch it mid-air-all our work offered like a gift. My pulse is soft, steady.

Gab smiles at me and adds "CAD tonight, final version soon?" he asks, tone anticipating.

"Yes, please." I cup the rolled blueprint. "Thank you-for making this real, Tisoy. I can't wait to get editing and planning here."

He offers a small bow. I smile and roll it up, sliding it under my arm.

As we all stand, yeontan comes trotting in, nose pointed up at the faint blueprint scent still in the air, and Bam rolls under Joon's leg-panting happily. Wacha hops onto a clean chair.

Gab steps back slightly-opening space and I turn to Yoongi and Namjoon, beaming. "My loves, you guys okay with everything? "

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully. "We were enjoying the calm before the visual chaos that unfurled at that table earlier."

Yoongi silently scoffs but covers it with a yawn. "A certain architect needs to learn boundaries." he whispers.

I smiled at them apologetically and spreads my arms towards them and leaned in to kiss both of their noses.

"Totally fair. Thank you for understanding. I love you both"

Which earned a blush and a proud smug smile from yoongi and a laugh from Joon.

Gab steps in, amused at the sight of us, and gives me a warm smile.

"Soulmate love and home building-you guys inspire me every time. If I stay here too long, I might start designing temples to soulmate devotion," he says with a mock-serious bow, lips twitching into a grin.

I lean into Yoongs, heart full. Yoongi and Joon smile at him-genuinely, for the first time.

Joon then claps Gab's back, earning a smile from me. "Let's bring this vision to life."

We all shift toward the open hallway like a choreographed cut scene. Yoongi asks, "Lunch?"

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. "Tacos at our usual place? We've got work to do soon."

I loop my arm around both-gentle but firm. "Yes. And iced tea for me, coffee for you two. Tisoy?" I beckon to Gab.

He smiles and falls into step.

We exit into the brilliant sunlight of a Sunday afternoon, pets trailing behind, hearts warmed by project plans and partnership bonding-yes, even with just a hint of domestic jealousy still drifting in the air like aftershave that lingers a beat too long.

I glance at Yoongi's quiet grin and Namjoon's content hum as they both walk a little closer to me, Gab trailing just a step behind with a thoughtful smile of his own.

The balance is delicate, but not fragile.

Maybe someday, the tension will melt away entirely.

Maybe they'll all fully accept Gab the way I've always known him-my best friend, my constant, my home in a different shape.

And I believe they will.

Because if love means anything in this house, it means growing toward each other, again and again.

Under this roof, we're learning.
Loving. Becoming.
Under this roof, we're home.