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

Chapter 15: Romantic Connection

And when I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel like the app might already have an answer to a question I didn't want to face.

Was Y/N my soulmate?

It felt absurd even as I thought it.

Y/N? My colleague, my teammate, the person who I had slowly started to care about?

The woman who had made my morning coffee less lonely, who made each quiet moment seem a little more meaningful?

How could I even entertain the idea that this... this connection I felt with her was anything more than a simple camaraderie that had developed over the course of months?

But the more I thought about it, the more things didn't seem so simple.

It had started small. Subtle.

The way she would always smile when she thanked me for handing her coffee, as if she were genuinely grateful.

The way her eyes would light up when she talked about something she cared about, her voice rising in excitement, even over something as simple as a bug in the app's code.

I couldn't explain it, but those little things began to matter more than they should.

I had told myself it was just the nature of working with someone closely.

You get used to each other's presence, you build a rhythm.

But then there were moments-tiny, fleeting moments-that didn't seem to fit that logic.

Like how we had spent that late night working on the LoveMap update, both of us too absorbed in the task to notice how the hours were slipping by.

When I handed her that coffee, I could feel something. A warmth, more than just the drink in my hand.

When she took it, our fingers brushed, and for a second, I didn't know what to make of the electricity that passed between us.

It wasn't just the physical touch-it was something deeper, like an unspoken understanding that didn't need to be said out loud.

And the way she always seemed to notice when I was off, when I wasn't entirely myself.

She would ask about it, concerned, always offering help even when I hadn't said a word about it. It was just... so natural.

At some point, I couldn't ignore it.

"Hey, Suga, can you take a look at this report?" Y/N's voice snapped me back to the present as she leaned over my shoulder, her scent-subtle but comforting-reaching me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying not to be aware of the closeness, the soft warmth of her presence.

"Yeah, just a second," I replied, trying to focus on the task in front of me.

My eyes skimmed the code, but my mind wasn't there. It was somewhere else, somewhere more dangerous.

Her closeness had a way of making everything else feel like background noise.

When I glanced up at her, she was already back at her desk, typing away at her own screen, her hair slightly disheveled, but her focus intense.

I found myself just... watching her for a second. It was strange, how much I'd started to pay attention to the little things.

The way she'd tap her pen against her desk when she was thinking, the way she'd bite her lip when she was deep in thought, and the way her eyes softened when she smiled.

I had started noticing all of it-and I couldn't stop myself from doing so.

I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts.