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

Chapter 1: Unseen Threads

A small, annoyed meow broke my focus.

“Oh, come on, Wacha, you don’t get to judge me,”

I muttered, picking up my cat who just finished her meal and had just jumped onto the couch.

She was now looking at me like I was the biggest disappointment of her nine lives.

I scratched her behind the ears absentmindedly, her steady purring was the only thing that kept me tethered to the present moment.

I took a deep breath, leaning back into the couch, eyes flicking to the screen of my phone.

What now? I asked myself, but I didn’t have an answer.

I was torn between wanting to dive into the conversation with Suga and the overwhelming fear of what I might uncover.

The system had pushed me into this, and now I was expected to just accept it.

But I couldn’t. Not like this. Not when everything about the app, about what I’d helped create, was suddenly in question.

Suddenly, the three dots appeared on my screen. He’s typing.

I froze. Okay, Y/N. You’re smart. You’ve handled worse situations. You can handle this.

Right?

Suga (Private to Y/N)
I don't know what's going on.

Suga (Private to Y/N)
The system must've done something to activate my profile. I didn't do it myself.

Suga (Private to Y/N)
But here we are.

I read his words and exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Okay. At least we’re on the same page.

Of course, he hadn’t activated it. But that didn’t answer any of my questions.

Y/N (Private to Suga)
So… you’re just as confused as I am?

I stared at my phone, heart thumping in my chest. His response came quick, almost like he was waiting for me to respond before continuing.

Suga (Private to Y/N)
More or less. I'm gonna have to run a security check tom to figure this out. But for now I think this is actually an opportunity

Suga (Private to Y/N)
If the app says we're connected. I don't want to run away from it, atleast until we explore this.

The calmness in his messages was unnerving. I rolled my eyes, my thumb hovering over the keyboard as I tried to keep my cool.

He was a man of few words, but the way he phrased things—like everything was just an inevitability—made me uneasy.

It was almost as though he wasn’t questioning the app at all. Like he had already accepted that this was part of his life now.