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

Chapter 124: Love in the Tension Lines

I slip in behind him, easing an arm over his shoulder, pulling him gently into the curve of my chest.

My cheek finds the warm spot just beneath his ear, and I breathe in-coconut shampoo and something that smells like sleep and grief.

I press the softest kiss to his cheek.

"Hey, you," I whisper. "Tough morning?"

He hums. It's low. Gravelly.
Like the sound you make when there are no words left, just feelings too swollen to shape.

I draw him in tighter, hand pressed over his chest, right where I can feel the thrum of his heart stuttering beneath my palm.

"It's rotten," I murmur, "yeah. But you're not alone."

He exhales shakily.

"I've got you," I say. "Not going anywhere."

There's a pause-just long enough for the air to feel still again-before the softest sound touches the hallway.

Footsteps. Familiar. Light.
The door creaks open.

Jimin's head peeks in, eyes scanning the room until they land on us.

His lips lift in a soft, knowing smile that tugs at something inside me.

He slips in and closes the door behind him. Doesn't even speak.

Just moves-fluid, certain-as he climbs onto the bed and curls around Jungkook from the other side.

His head nestles into the crook of my arm, his hand finding its way over Jungkook's shoulder, and suddenly we're one long tangle of limbs and comfort.

A trinity of tangled hair and love-stuffed breath.

Our warmth becomes a shield.

I reach over Kookie, threading my fingers through Jimin's, and Kook's hand finds mine too, like it was always meant to be there.

"He's lucky," Jimin whispers, his voice brushing my ribs. "We both are."

My eyes sting.

There's so much feeling in this room it could break the ceiling open and let in stars.