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

Chapter 2: Tangled Conversations

But for me? It was the last place I ever expected to have a personal conversation.

I put my phone down, taking a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’d been dreading and anticipating.

Was I ready to confront the very thing I’d been avoiding? The very thing I’d spent years perfecting, only to realize I was now caught up in it, unwillingly?

I had no answers, but I had to show up. I had to face it.

I quickly got dressed—nothing special, just a pair of black slacks and a loose sweater. No need for anything formal.

My mind was a mess, but at least I could pretend I had everything together on the outside.

I was halfway through my venti-sized white chocolate coffee frappe and almost finished devouring my garlic bacon cheese sandwich from Egg Drop—my absolute favorite.

Then I paused, realizing, Wait... I should've just gotten a Mr. Egg sandwich. Why did I do this to myself?

"Great, nice job, Y/N! Anxiety eating on today of all days, and now you smell like garlic. Perfect."

I muttered to myself, earning a few concerned glances from random strangers on the street.

I tried to act like I was above it all, but deep down, I knew it was a disaster.

Wait—why am I so worried about what he might think?

he may be one of God's favorites with his annoyingly perfect looks but he's only human too...

An amber-vanilla-sandalwood scented human I can't stop thinking about at this very moment.

"GOD DANG IT, Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT!"

I yelled, far too loudly, earning a look from a passing ahjumma who immediately scolded me for being too loud.

I apologized profusely, practically sprinting away in embarrassment, my cheeks, red as a tomato.

Great.

Just great.

Now I was that person.

By the time I got to EchoTech, the building was buzzing with activity.

People were practically zooming through the halls, tech geniuses huddled in little clusters, debating the latest algorithm or whatever.