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

Chapter 18: A Weekend We'll Never Forget

I nodded slowly, letting his words sink in. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe it's not just love they're after, but someone who sees them, who gets them. Without the pretending."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he turned toward me. "I think you're a little too cynical for someone who's so good at seeing through people," he said with a playful nudge.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "It's not cynicism, Yoongi. It's just realism. The world doesn't always work out the way we want."

"That's true," he said, his tone taking on a more serious note, "but sometimes, it works out better than we expect."

His gaze was steady, and even though there was a slight teasing edge to his words, I could sense the sincerity behind them.

As the day went on, we didn't need words to fill the space. We settled into a rhythm of comfort-our legs tangled under the blanket, Wacha curled up contentedly at our feet.

Occasionally, one of us would comment on something happening on the show, or we'd joke about the contestants' dramatic reactions.

But mostly, we just were.

And in that silence, with the warmth of the apartment wrapping around us, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace that I had never known before.

Yoongi shifted a little closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "You know," he murmured,

"I think I could get used to this."

I looked up at him, my heart swelling at the quiet sincerity in his voice. "Yeah, me too."

And as we settled back into the couch, the hum of the show still playing in the background, I realized that this-this simple, unspoken connection-was exactly what I had been looking for.

Not the drama of reality shows or grand gestures. But this-quiet moments spent with someone who made everything feel like it fit, even when the world outside was chaotic.

"Hey," Yoongi said, his voice barely above a whisper as the night wore on, "we're going to have to watch Squid Game 2 next time."

I raised an eyebrow at him, suppressing a smile. "If we do, I'm picking the show next."

He looks at me at that comment, clear amusement reflected in his eyes.

He chuckles, shakes his head and suddenly leans in, his lips found mine in a gentle kiss. It wasn't a rushed, passionate kiss-it was slow, tender, like he was savoring the moment.

The world outside felt miles away.

When we finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine. "stop being so cute, I can't hold back if you're constantly like that...Fine you win again, but only if it's a show where I can criticize it non-stop." he murmured playfully as he kiss the tip of my nose

I smiled, my heart full, and whispered back, "Deal" feeling his fingers brush mine under the blanket, an unspoken promise that, no matter the show, we'd be doing this together.

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The evening had been calm, the scent of a simple but delicious dinner filling the apartment.

Yoongi and I sat across from each other at the table, Wacha comfortably settled on the couch after finishing her dinner.

We shared a quiet laugh, a natural pause in conversation that had become second nature for us lately. It was just another evening of us being together, something we had both grown to cherish more than I could express.

But as we ate, I felt my phone buzz on the table beside me.

It wasn't unusual for me to get notifications, but something about this one caught my attention-an alert from the LoveMap app.