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

Chapter 7: The Tension In The Air

The app had started asking its users a new question, one that struck me with a sudden chill:

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of it. Soulmates? I had no interest in such fantasies.

But a small part of me, one I didn't understand, felt a strange unease.

The app was about connecting people to their soulmates based on compatibility, right? Algorithms. Data.

It didn't matter.

But then I thought of Y/N.

I thought of our interactions, the moments where I had taken small actions to care for her without saying a word.

Was this app somehow part of something bigger? Was I letting myself get caught up in a situation I didn't want to be part of?

I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing inside me, something that terrified me.

And I couldn't decide if it was something I wanted to explore-or something I should run from.

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—Present—

Y/N's POV

The following days after our first date had been full of quiet but undeniable changes.

At work, I noticed it more than ever.

There was a new energy between Yoongi and me, something that felt like a secret we were both eager to share but didn’t quite know how to express just yet.

It started with small things—exchanges in the office, moments where I would catch his eye whenever I pass by the security office, he would wink at me, sometimes followed by a smile or a smirk, and every single time he does that I would see amusement flicker in his eyes as I blush or bump into something.

I swear to God, someday he'd kill me with a heart attack or a wall I'd be running towards to.

One afternoon, we were sitting in the break room, both of us working on our laptops.

I was trying to focus on a glitch that has been happening for a few days now in the app, but the sound of Suga’s voice, low and casual, broke through my concentration.

"You know," he said, leaning on my desk and looking at me with that same mischievous glint in his eyes, "I’m beginning to think you’re secretly trying to impress me with all the professional sass you threw in the tech meeting earlier."

I glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "I’m just doing my job. Don’t go getting any ideas."

"Oh, I don’t need any more ideas. I’m already impressed " He gave me that smile, the one that always made me feel a little flustered. "and to be honest it was really... hot" he whispers to with his voice getting a tad bit lower, deeper.

I clenched my thighs, what the hell is happening to me!?!

I fake coughed at that and leaned back at my chair as I see him back up standing looking at the other table acting like he hasn't just said something that sucked my soul out.

I raised an eyebrow, ultimately determined to get back at him “you know yoongi.." touching the end of his cufflinks.

He raises his eyebrows at me, mischief evident in his eyes "if you want to make it even more impressive, maybe you could teach me some tricks.”

He shakes his head, intrigued at the challenge I just threw at him “and what tricks are you exactly referring to" he smirks.

I leaned forward slightly, meeting his eyes with a confident smirk of my own. "Well, you know... some tricks that involve more than just...looking at me from across the room or whispering to me at my desk...a little bit more exciting..." My voice dropped to a teasing whisper, hoping to match the heat he’d thrown at me.