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

Chapter 15: Romantic Connection

Y/N's apartment was bathed in the soft glow of the lamplights, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

The world outside seemed far away now, muted by the calmness of the evening that enveloped the space.

Inside, it was just the two of them-Yoongi and Y/N-and the quiet presence of Wacha, who had curled up between them on the couch, purring contentedly.

Yoongi had already taken off his coat and tie, his white polo shirt clinging to his frame in the most casual yet undeniably attractive way.

The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the muscles in his arms, and his black slacks, though still formal, somehow looked less stiff in the cozy, intimate atmosphere of the apartment.

He had kicked off his shoes, leaving them neatly by the door, and now he was just in his socks-so simple, yet so effortlessly cool.

Y/N couldn't help but admire him as he moved around, his usual sharp edges softened in this moment of relaxation.

Yoongi, on the other hand, couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Y/N.

She had changed out of her event dress into a comfy hoodie and shorts, her hair tied up in a messy bun.

All of her makeup had been wiped away, and she looked as beautiful as ever-like a more genuine version of herself, effortless and radiating a quiet kind of grace.

The way the soft material of her hoodie hung off her shoulders, the way her bare legs looked under the dim light, it was almost like he was seeing her in a new light.

His chest tightened just slightly with the realization that the attraction he had for her went far deeper than he'd even begun to admit.

"You're so beautiful," Yoongi said softly, his voice low as he leaned back against the couch.

His words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, more intimate than casual.

Y/N smiled, a light flush creeping onto her cheeks as she looked at him

Still processing how much this man made her heart race, even in the simplest of moments. "You say that every time, but I don't think you realize how much that means to me, especially when I'm just in a hoodie and shorts."

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye as he slid over on the couch, leaning closer to her. "You look hot even when you're not trying. It's like you're radiating this effortless charm that just-"

Y/N reached out, nudging his shoulder playfully, stopping him from finishing that sentence. "You're such a charmer, Min Yoongi," she teased

Unable to help the grin spreading across her face. "I swear you only know how to say things that make my heart skip a beat."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "What can I say? I'm just being honest. You really do look amazing."

She felt the warmth of his touch linger on her skin, a soft shiver running through her.

The tension that had been building between them all evening-the subtle flirtation, the lingering touches-was now undeniable.

It was like a soft, simmering current, gently pulling them closer without either of them realizing it.

And with Wacha snuggled up between them, purring away like everything was right in the world, it felt like a moment suspended in time.

"Come here," Yoongi said suddenly, his voice full of that familiar warmth, the kind that made Y/N's heart flutter.

She didn't need any more encouragement.

She shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close into his side. It was comfortable-so easy-like it was meant to be this way.