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

Chapter 2: Tangled Conversations

Engineers were frantically typing away on their laptops like they were solving world peace.

The hum of productivity surrounded me, but today? It all felt distant—like I was in a movie, and I wasn’t even in the main cast.

The voices around me were just background noise, inconsequential against the tornado of thoughts whirling in my brain. Nothing mattered except one thing.

Get to the security room. Get to him.

But first—emergency bathroom break.

I couldn’t exactly waltz in there with a garlic-bacon-breath disaster hanging around me.

That would definitely be a no-go.

I rushed to the nearest washroom, threw open the door, and made a beeline for the sink.

I quickly shoved my phone into my bag and grabbed the toothbrush from my purse, doing my best not to trip over myself.

Five minutes to look presentable. You’ve got this, Y/N. You’re a professional. You can do this.

I squeezed a little too much toothpaste on my brush and accidentally flicked it across the mirror.

Perfect start.

After a quick scrub and a much-needed splash of mouthwash (I basically gargled it like I was on a game show), I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection.

Okay. Okay. Y/N, this is your moment.

I stood up straighter, staring myself down in the mirror like I was about to win an Oscar.

I put my hands on my hips, a dramatic pose that I’m pretty sure no one ever pulled off convincingly in real life.

“Alright, you’ve got this,” I whispered, forcing a little pep talk.

“You’re confident. You’re smart. You’re not some awkward mess who just ate garlic like a disaster. Nope. You’re the queen of awkwardness and you OWN it. You will walk in there, make eye contact, and do... whatever it is you do when you meet your soulmate.”

I blinked at myself, trying to keep up the self-confidence. I looked at my reflection one last time, my hand brushing through my hair.

"You've been working here for years. He's just... a guy," I muttered.

Then I froze mid-thought. "A guy who smells like a swoon-worthy angel. Wait, no. Snap out of it, Y/N. He's just... Suga. You can totally handle this."

I smiled at my reflection, nodding as if I was giving myself a motivational speech.

If anything, I was definitely more ready to face the mirror than the actual situation.

With a deep breath, I opened the door, feeling like I might just be able to pull this off—at least, until I actually see him.