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

Chapter 7: The Tension In The Air

Yoongi’s gaze flickered, a knowing glint flashing in his eyes.

His lips curled into that wicked smile that had me questioning if I had the ability to keep my cool anymore.

He tilted his head as if daring me to continue, the atmosphere around us thickening with the tension we both knew was there.

"Are you challenging me, Y/N?" he asked, his voice dropping lower, as though he knew I was walking on the edge of something dangerous.

I couldn't stop the way my pulse quickened at the sound of his voice, thick with that underlying challenge.

I have to keep it together I thought, but even I knew I was lying to myself.

With a small laugh, I pushed the back of my chair away, standing up to match his height.

I didn’t want to show any sign of weakness, even if my mind was already running wild with the thought of how close we were.

"You’ll have to wait and see." I took a step closer, letting the space between us close just a little.

There it was again—the electricity. That pull that seemed to happen every time I was near him.

His breath hitched just slightly as I stepped into his personal space, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

He looked down at me, eyes darkened, and his voice came out almost a whisper.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N."

I smiled, stepping back as I entered the break room, I see him follow me as I lean against the counter, feeling a little bolder now that we're all alone. "Oh, am I?"

I asked, tilting my head, pretending to be innocent when I knew damn well I was pushing every boundary.

"Because I was just getting started."

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to my lips for a moment before returning to meet my gaze.

He leaned in a little closer, his body brushing mine just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

"Careful. I don’t play by the same rules you do."

My breath caught, and I fought the urge to bite my lip as I locked eyes with him, suddenly aware of how close we were—how easy it would be for him to close that last inch between us.

"You think I’m scared?" I whispered, my voice lower than usual, testing the waters.

Yoongi smirked, as if my challenge had excited something in him, that same hunger I could see in his eyes. "I don’t think you're scared, Y/N," he said, his tone barely above a whisper now, "but I do think you’re playing with fire."

"And what if I want to get burned?" I responded, feeling boldness surging through me like a rush of adrenaline.

His smirk deepened, and without another word, he took a step back, breaking the tension, but just enough to make the space between us feel heavier.

His eyes were still on me, dark and unreadable, but there was a hint of something dangerous in the way his lips quirked upward.

"You’re gonna regret that," he said, his voice rough and teasing.

I felt a shiver of excitement race down my spine, but I held his gaze steady, unfazed.

"Maybe. But I doubt it," I shot back, and before I could stop myself, I added, "You never know... maybe you’ll regret not taking me up on my offer."

Yoongi chuckled, the sound low and teasing, before he straightened up, his casual demeanor slipping back into place.

But the flicker of heat in his eyes told me everything I needed to know: he wasn’t letting go of this little game, and neither was I.