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

Chapter 8: In the Space Between

The days that followed the dinner were filled with an undeniable pull.

Each passing moment with Yoongi seemed to add another layer to the connection between us, pulling me in deeper.

He would find little ways to touch me-his fingers brushing mine as we walked side by side or a hand resting gently on my back when he guided me through a door.

Every time, my heart would race, and I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same fluttering sensation.

One afternoon, as we walked out of the office together, Yoongi's hand brushed against mine in that familiar, casual way.

This time, though, it lingered for just a beat longer, and when I glanced up at him, he caught my eye with that mischievous grin of his.

"You're looking a little flushed there, Y/N," he teased, his voice smooth but laced with something more tender.

I shot him a playful look, trying to mask the way my heart skipped.

"Oh, really? I'm not the one who's been accidentally touching me."

He chuckled, that same low sound that made my insides twist in a good way.

"I can't help it if you're so irresistible," he said with a shrug, his voice playful yet sincere.

"Plus, I think it's good to get used to it. We might be spending more time together, you know?"

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words seep into me. "I guess I can get used to that."

Yoongi's eyes softened just for a moment before he turned his attention back to the road, his hand still casually resting against my lower back as we walked together.

The closeness was starting to feel natural, as though it had always been there.

Later that night, after we finished a late meeting and were walking to the parking lot, I couldn't help but bring up the conversation we'd never finished-the one about the handsome stranger from our first date.

I glanced at Yoongi, hesitant but curious.

"Yoongi... Do you ever think about him? The guy we met that night? The one who felt... I don't know, different?"

Yoongi slowed his pace, his gaze distant for a moment. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice quieter.

"I do. It's strange. I still wonder if he's... one of our soulmates." His tone was thoughtful, and there was a trace of uncertainty in his words.

I turned to look at him, taking a small step closer.

"I don't know, but there was something about that encounter. A feeling, maybe. Did you feel it too? That... connection?"

Yoongi's eyes met mine then, the vulnerability in his gaze making my chest tighten. "I felt it," he said softly.

"And I can't shake the feeling that he's connected to us somehow. It's funny how I even felt frustration with the app not being able to validate that... since none of them has activated their profiles yet" His voice carried a quiet, almost reluctant truth.

My heart fluttered at his admission, and I could see that the thought weighed heavily on him as well.

"I know I've been sassing about how the app interferes with life, frustrated about it telling us we are meant to be with, but ever since... I found us there, I wonder about the others, if we'll ever meet them.... our other soulmates"

Yoongi's lips quirked up slightly.

"I don't know. The fact that no one else has activated on the app yet makes me wonder if maybe we're just... early, or maybe it's us that are late.. or maybe like we were before all this, they just don't want to be found"