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

Chapter 5: The Next Step

I burst out laughing. "Oh my god. You're not serious."

He grinned, totally serious "hey, you don't get to say that" a teasing glint playing at the corner of his eyes.

"I mean" he continued, a full on smirk in display. God he looks so good.

"You do realize... that came out of your mouth first, when you saw me at your doorstep."

Silence. Oh shit.

"...OMG did I fucking say that out loud!?!?!" shock and embarrassment seeping through me.

He was fully enjoying this.

Just wishing the earth to crumble and swallow me whole

"Why didn't you say anything Yoongi!?!"

And I froze.

His surprise matched mine.

I immediately slapped my mouth with my hand and hid my face from him, head hung low.

I was currently looking back and forth between my now empty plate and used utensils contemplating which of the two could kill me faster.

Definitely the utensils.

What was I thinking, where did this sudden surge of familiarity come from?

Calling him by his real name without his permission. He must be feeling so uncomfortable and awkward right now.

As I groan from utter embarrassment, I felt his hand slipping through my other hand below the table, his thumb gently rubbing mine.

His other hand slowly lifting my chin to face him.

I can feel my blood rush to my face, so sure that my neck, ears and cheeks are displaying all shades of red and pink at the moment.

I closed my eyes shut, not wanting to see him, afraid of how he'd look. Scared about his reaction but more terrified with how I'd feel about it.

Anxiety creeping in as I realize I can't run away from this.

His voice deep and smooth shattering the silence ringing in my ears.

"Y/n open your eyes, look at me"

I bite my lip, not sure of what to do.

"Look at me Y/n". His voice deeper, dangerous.

It was brief but I hear him release a breath "Y/n" his voice came in gentler, almost a whisper.

Knowing I can't get away, I slowly opened one eye, a hesitant peek.

And I saw him.

He was... looking at me, really looking at me, a gentle amusement reflected on them.

A smile tugging the corner of his lips and the other corner being held by his teeth.

This man was biting his lips, as if he was holding back his smile, he's teasing me.

I groaned, "God don't look at me like that" releasing a chuckle I couldn't hold back. "I'm dying here"

He releases a chuckle himself.
"do you know how devastatingly cute you are right now?" his voice, almost like velvet teasing me further.

I'm full on tomato at this point.

My eyes fully open, my hands cold and clammy.

He releases them from under the table and my chin only to hold my face with both of them.

His gaze held mine for a beat too long, and as he whispers, "Y/N", I caught the subtle movement of his throat.

His adam's apple bobbed gently, the motion smooth and deliberate, like the soft roll of a wave against the shore.