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

Chapter 2: Tangled Conversations

And for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, his eyes dark, deep, like pools of ink that were impossible to look away from.

And that smile. God, that smile. It was small, but knowing.

And when it hit me, I felt it again, the very same pull I've been feeling for years since I met him, like a magnet I couldn’t resist

“You made it,” he said, his voice smooth, deep.

I was half-expecting him to say something sarcastic or indifferent, but there was something in his tone that—dare I say it?—sounded almost...nice?

Or, no. Calm. Too calm. I couldn’t trust calm. Calm usually meant a storm was coming.

I nodded, my mouth dry, and finally found my voice, forcing myself to sound casual, like this wasn’t the most nerve-wracking thing I’d done in a while.

“I’m here. We should talk.”

He gestured to a chair in front of the desk, and I moved to sit.

The air between us felt charged, thick with unspoken tension.

Suga didn’t sit right away. He leaned against the desk instead, his arms crossed over his chest.

His posture was relaxed, but there was something in the way he stood that made my heartbeat quicken.

He had an effortless confidence, and the way he carried himself made him look both untouchable and inviting at the same time.

“Go ahead,” he said, his voice quieter now.

“I know you’ve got questions, Y/N. I know that you've been avoiding this for a long time, just like me. But I don’t think we can keep pretending this isn’t real anymore.”

His tone was so calm, so assured, that it sent a ripple through me.

There was something in the way he spoke that made everything feel heavy.

Like he knew something I didn’t.

Maybe he knew more than I did about how this entire situation was unfolding, and maybe that knowledge was part of what kept pulling me in, like a moth to a flame.

I opened my mouth to speak, but for a moment, words failed me.

The way he looked at me made it hard to think clearly.

My heart pounded in my chest. He has always had this effect on me

God so help me. Ugh.

I cleared my throat and tried again.

“You’re right. I have questions. Lots of them. But I need to know something first.” I paused, gathering my thoughts.

“Why are you doing this, Suga?” I asked, my voice shaking just a little. “You’ve never cared about the app before. So why now?”

He didn’t seem surprised by my question, though there was a slight tilt to his head as if he were considering my words carefully.

His eyes never left mine as he spoke.

“I didn’t care about the app,” he said, his voice low and measured. “But I care about you, Y/N. I can see you’ve been struggling with this. Avoiding it. And I can’t stand by and watch you drown in it.”

He stepped a little closer to me, his presence so commanding that I found myself subconsciously leaning forward, as if drawn to him by some invisible thread.