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

Chapter 126: Soft Wars and Silent Codes🔥

Her beautiful, almost hypnotic, laugh.

My stomach does a full gymnastics routine because even after everything-after confessions and shared toothbrushing and forehead kisses so gentle they feel illegal-her laugh still undoes me.

Yoongi hyung leans back, exhausted.

"Let's just go in. I need to know whether she picked the potato color or not."

"Mocha dawn," Hobi hyung corrects, doing finger guns as he disappears into the kitchen.

"Get it right, or get painted."

Taehyung hyung gently sets Tannie down, brushing nonexistent lint off his shirt like he's prepping for battle.

"Let's roll."

I scoop up Bam's big head for one last nose kiss, then follow the others heading to the stairwell.

As we reach the office door, I hear Gabriel saying, "See? Warm taupe just feels... like a hug in color form."

Before I can launch into a color-theory TED Talk on why "hug beige" is not an acceptable vibe, we push the door open.

Inside, sunbeams.
Papers everywhere.

Gabriel and Y/N noona on the floor like a pair of art-school rebels debating hues with swatches fanned between them.

Wacha is curled in her lap like a fuzzy little queen, eyeing us like we better bow or bounce.

And just like that, I forget how to be mad.
Because she's glowing.

Messy bun. Paint on her wrist.
Laugh in her eyes.

And the moment she sees us-me-her whole face lights up. Like it's not just her office we're building. It's home.

With us in it.

"Need reinforcements?" I say, casually heroic.

Noona grins. "Save me from taupe."

Gabriel holds up a swatch in defense. "It's warm!"

"It's boring," Taehyung hyung says, flopping down next to her. "Paint the whole wall in existential dread instead."

Yoongi hyung crouches by her other side, peering at the colors.

"Mocha dawn makes her look hot. Choose that."

"Yoongi!" she laughs, face flushing.

"What? It's accurate," he says, then adds, "Also, you said if we helped with the office, you'd let me name the couch."

"We are not calling it the Snuggle Zone 9000," noona mutters.

"I'm calling it that regardless," I say, sitting down behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

She leans into me without hesitation, and the jealousy fades-not gone, but softened.

Hobi hyung reaches over to boop Wacha's nose. She swats him. He bows respectfully.