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

Chapter 15: Romantic Connection

Before he could respond, I playfully nudged him with my shoulder, making him chuckle as he leaned back, clearly enjoying our playful banter.

But as the moment settled, his expression shifted, and I could see the depth of his thoughts in his eyes.

"You know," he said, voice low and a little more serious now, "I'm really happy we're facing this. We've been avoiding it for so long, but now... I'm glad we have an us. We don't need to hide from this connection anymore."

I couldn't help but smile at him. "Me too. It feels like the world makes sense in a way it didn't before. Like we were always supposed to end up like this."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he nodded, then he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

"You know, I've been attracted to you for years," he confessed in a near-whisper

The words tinged with a raw honesty that made my heart race. "But I never said anything because... I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to face the idea that we were soulmates."

A soft laugh escaped me as I turned my head slightly, looking up at him. "You were always teasing me, though,"

I teased, a playful glint in my eyes. "I couldn't take you seriously. You were always so... distant and arrogant. And you know, 90% of the women in company were probably attracted to you anyway, so I didn't think anything of it."

Yoongi's lips parted in surprise, but then a soft laugh broke free from him. "I can't help it if I'm charming," he said, a teasing edge in his voice. "But honestly, I was avoiding this for the same reasons you were. We were both so reluctant to accept what we were feeling."

I leaned in closer, pressing my forehead to his. "I think we were both scared," I admitted softly.

"Afraid of what it would mean. Afraid of how it would change everything."

His fingers gently traced the line of my jaw, and for a long moment, we just sat there, the weight of our shared understanding hanging between us.

It felt so right-this bond, this connection. I could feel it with every fiber of my being.

"And now we're here," Yoongi murmured, his lips brushing my shoulder again, sending a warmth through me. "I'm really glad we are. I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything."

"Me too," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if saying it out loud would make it even more real. "I'm so happy with us, Yoongi. I've never felt more at peace, more sure of where we're headed."

The air between us seemed to grow thicker, warmer, as the silence stretched on.

It was a comfortable silence, though, filled with understanding and connection.

We had finally accepted what was undeniable, what had been there all along.

And then, in that moment, Yoongi leaned in again-this time, his lips captured mine.

His lips pressed against mine with such a quiet intensity that I felt it deep in my chest.

It was a kiss full of longing

full of the years we had spent avoiding this connection

full of everything we had been feeling but hadn't dared to say.

His lips moved gently, carefully, like he was savoring the moment, and I couldn't help but melt into him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

When we pulled away, both of us breathless, I looked into his eyes-those dark, intense eyes that were always so full of emotions I couldn't quite read-and saw the same depth mirrored in his gaze.