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

Chapter 18: A Weekend We'll Never Forget

The city was alive with its usual energy, but for Yoongi and me, everything felt slower, quieter.

Our relationship had grown steadily over the past few days, filled with stolen moments and quiet understanding, and it had reached a point where we were both content.

There were no questions anymore, no uncertainty. What we had was real, and that was enough.

We had decided to take a step away from the office for the evening, something we haven't done in a while.

It was nice, the idea of just being us, without the pressure of work, without the lingering eyes of colleagues.

It was Friday night, and we had agreed on a simple dinner-nothing too extravagant, just time to enjoy each other's company.

The restaurant we went to was small and cozy, the kind of place that felt like a secret tucked away in the corner of the city.

The dim lighting and the soft hum of conversation made it feel like we were in our own little bubble, isolated from the world outside.

Yoongi had made a reservation, and as we sat down, he seemed unusually at ease.

His usual calm demeanor was almost radiating tonight, the weight of the office and everything else gone from his posture.

I couldn't help but notice how relaxed he seemed, how he would smile a little more often, or how his eyes would linger on me when I wasn't looking.

It was like we were both in the same place now, understanding each other without the need for words.

"I'm glad we're doing this," I said as I took a sip of the wine he'd ordered. The taste was light, refreshing. A perfect match for the evening.

Yoongi looked over at me, his expression softening as he smiled. "Me too," he said, his voice low and steady, just like the comfortable rhythm we had fallen into.

"It's nice to be able to just... be. No distractions."

I nodded, my heart swelling with affection.

"Yeah. No distractions. Just us."

The night continued on like that, a quiet, peaceful flow of conversation, laughter, and the occasional comfortable silence.

There was something about the way Yoongi would look at me from across the table, his gaze soft but intense, that made my chest tighten in the best possible way.

I hadn't realized how much I needed this-this moment, where everything was just about us, without the weight of expectations or uncertainty.

As the night wore on, the topic of soulmates came up again, the words floating between us like a delicate thread.

"Have you thought about what it would be like when we meet the others?" Yoongi asked, his voice gentle, but there was a hint of something unspoken in his tone.