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

Chapter 11: The Cake and the Confusion

I bit my lip, trying to suppress my nervous energy. "It's not what you think, okay? it's not like that." I threw my hands up in defeat. "I just-look, it's just easier to say Yoongi. And besides, you know how he is. He doesn't care about formalities."

Yeona chuckled softly. "Sure, sure. But you know, if you're trying to hide it, you're not doing a very good job. Everyone can see how much you care about him."

I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead in embarrassment. "I didn't ask for this, okay? I'm just trying to figure out what to get him for his birthday."

I quickly added, "I'm not getting him anything big, just something nice."

She winked. "So, you are getting him something then? You didn't mention that earlier."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at my lips. "Yeah, I'm trying to figure it out. But it's hard, you know? He's not exactly the type to want anything."

Yeona nodded sympathetically. "I get it. But honestly, Suga doesn't really care about flashy gifts. What he likes are the things that are personal, you know? He's always going on about how his sound system is garbage. Maybe a new speaker or soundbar?"

I blinked, my brain immediately jumping to the idea.

A soundbar.

That was perfect.

It was something he'd actually use-and something that felt personal without being over-the-top.

"A soundbar," I repeated, mentally making a note. "Yeona, You're a genius. I love you so much"

"You better," Yeona said with a grin, clearly pleased with herself. "Now go and make his day."

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The office buzzed around me as I sat at my desk, my mind racing with thoughts of Yoongi and his upcoming birthday. I had the perfect surprise in mind, but as always, it was harder than it seemed to keep it a secret.

I already got him a soundbar-wrapped it last night but I still haven't figure out his what cake to get him.

I was deep in thought when I heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. I glanced up, only to find Yoongi standing at my desk, his trademark smirk on his face.

"Still working?" he asked, leaning against my desk casually, his gaze softening when he noticed the pile of paperwork I had yet to tackle.

"Yeah, just finishing up some stuff," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as I quickly shuffled the papers around. "You know, the usual."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "You look like you're drowning in work. You sure you're okay?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off. "I'm fine. Really. Just... busy. Especially with all the preparations we need for the Purple Hope Project. I'm swamped"

"Yeah I agree, the boardroom has been crazy. Honestly I think we've all been surviving on caffeine these past few weeks" he paused, his eyes shifting to me as he smiles at me gently "Although, being in the same room with you all day makes it worth it"

I blush as my heart flutters with his words.

He reaches out as his fingertips gently tucks a hair to the back of my ears "Y/N you should know that you're doing really great."

His eyes stare at mine with a gentleness that makes my skin crawl will bliss "You're leading the team well. You should be proud, I'm proud"

I reach out and intertwines my fingers with his "Thank you Yoongi"