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

Chapter 2: Tangled Conversations

“Okay, let’s do this” I mumbled to myself, trying to muster some sort of bravado as I made my way toward the hallway. 

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By the time I reached the floor where Suga worked, I was already feeling like I’d run a marathon—and I was still walking.

My heart was racing, but I couldn't tell if it was from the elevator ride or the idea of walking into that security room.

It wasn’t just about the app anymore. It wasn’t just a coworker meeting. This was him.

The guy who somehow turned every logical thought in my brain into mush.

As I approached the door to the security room, I could feel my palms sweating.

Why am I nervous? He’s just a guy. A very...intense guy, but still just a guy.

I knocked lightly, but my knock sounded more like a desperate tap on glass.

Seriously, how do you knock on a door without sounding like you’re about to pass out?

The door creaked open, and there he was.

The dim light from the computer screens bathed him in a cool, ethereal glow.

His back was turned, but I could see the tousled waves of his hair falling just perfectly over his forehead, like he had walked out of a magazine spread where the "effortlessly cool" look was the theme.

He wore a black hoodie that looked suspiciously comfortable, with the hood slouched just enough to make him look like someone who could hack into your system and still give you a charming smile.

Army green cargo pants, sneakers. Simple. Casual.

But, my god, did it work.

The way the hoodie hung off his shoulders made it look like it was custom made for him—like everything he wore just fit.

And it made me feel both ridiculously aware of my own outfit (which was nothing compared to his) and somehow...small.

Then, he turned.