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

Chapter 2: Tangled Conversations

The night passed in a blur of restless thoughts. I couldn’t sleep—not really.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the screen.

Suga.

His face.

His profile.

The words he’d said.

"I care about you."
It felt like a weight had settled on my chest, too heavy to shake off.

The city outside my window was alive, the streets glowing under the pale moonlight, but inside my apartment, it was still. Silent.

Almost too still.

Wacha, curled up at my feet, seemed to be the only one unaffected by the storm in my mind.

She looked up at me now, eyes wide with curiosity, before returning to her nap, completely unfazed by the chaos unfolding in her owner's thoughts.

I glanced at the time—nearly 6 AM.

My alarm would go off in an hour, but sleep still eluded me.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I’d agreed to meet Suga later that day at EchoTech.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but I also knew deep down that I couldn’t avoid this conversation anymore.

Not after everything that had happened.

I stood up from the bed, stretched, and went to the small kitchen to pour myself some hot chocolate.

I've never been a coffee drinker, I've always liked chocolate the most but this morning, I think coffee would help.

I should get one on the way, and an egg sandwich too, even if only to dull the edge of my anxiety.

I glanced back at my phone.

No new messages from Suga.

Maybe he was still processing it all, too. I couldn’t help but wonder what was running through his mind.

After all, this wasn’t just some simple match. We were both deeply entangled in this system, in a way that felt unavoidable.

My phone buzzed suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts. A new message.

Suga (Private to Y/N)
I’ll be waiting for you in the security room at 2 PM. We need to talk.

I stared at the message, my fingers gripping the edges of my mug so tightly my knuckles went white.

The security room. Of course, he would choose there. It made sense.

It was the one place he’d feel most comfortable—surrounded by the very systems he worked so tirelessly to protect.