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

Chapter 18: A Weekend We'll Never Forget

I took a breath, my gaze drifting to the candlelight flickering between us.

"I have, but... I don't think I'm in a rush. We're here now, right?" I looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and a soft smile tugged at my lips. "I think we'd meet them someday but right now I'm happy"

His smile deepened, a mixture of affection and something else-a promise, maybe. "Same here," he said, his voice steady.

"This... it feels right. You feel right."

I felt my heart flutter at his words, and I suddenly realized how much we had grown together.

How much we had come to depend on each other in such a short time, how natural this all felt.

We had become something more than just two people, more than just soulmates. We were us. And that was more than enough.

Later, we strolled through the quiet streets, side by side, the night air cool but comforting against my skin.

The city lights reflected off the pavement, casting a soft glow on everything around us.

There was an intimacy to the night, something quiet and unspoken, like the entire world was holding its breath just for us.

I glanced at Yoongi as we walked, my thoughts running wild with how much I had come to care for him, how my heart beat faster every time he was near.

There was no need for grand gestures or declarations; everything we needed was already there between us. It was simple. It was easy.

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We made our way to his apartment after a while, the walk stretching longer than either of us had expected, but it felt like the perfect end to an evening that had been filled with moments that seemed to last forever.

Once inside, Yoongi kicked off his shoes and moved to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water and offering it to me with a smile.

I accepted, our fingers brushing as I took the bottle, sending a rush of warmth through my chest.

It was such a simple, everyday moment, but It felt like utter bliss.

We sat on the couch, both of us a little quieter now, the atmosphere still charged with the same unspoken tension that had lingered all night.

Yoongi's leg brushed against mine, a casual, innocent touch, but it sent a spark through me.

"Yoongi," I said softly, breaking the silence, unsure if it was the right time to say the words I had been thinking for so long.

"Do you think we're doing this right? I mean... us. Our relationship."

His eyes met mine, and there was no hesitation in his expression. No doubt.

"We're doing just fine," he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth.

"I don't think there's a right or wrong way to do this. We're here, and that's enough for me."

I exhaled a soft breath, the weight of his words settling in my chest.

Everything he said made perfect sense, and yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that something more was on the horizon for us.

The connection between us was undeniable, electric in its intensity, but we hadn't fully crossed that line yet.

I leaned back against the couch, turning to face him fully. "I'm happy, you know? With us. With this... whatever we are."

Yoongi's gaze softened, and his lips curved into that subtle smile of his. "I'm happy too. More than I can put into words."

The silence between us stretched for a few moments, but it wasn't uncomfortable.