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

Chapter 25: Unity in Difference

Was the foundation really going to push us into a decision we weren't ready for? Would they be open to hearing our concerns, or would we find ourselves scrambling for a solution that didn't feel right?

A soft buzz from my phone interrupted my thoughts. I pulled it out to see a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung (Private to Y/N)
You've got this. Remember to breathe and trust yourselves. You've already done the hard part. Good luck! 💪🤗

I smiled at the message. Taehyung's support was always just what I needed, even in moments like this when everything felt heavy.

I quickly typed back a reply, letting him know how much his words meant.

Yoongi leaned in slightly, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

"Taehyung's got a point," he said with a subtle smile.
"This is just one step. No matter what happens here, we'll figure it out."

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

His calmness was contagious.

The nerves, though still present, began to settle. I could do this. We could do this.

This meeting was important, but it wasn't the end. There would be other chances, other ways to navigate this.

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As we waited for the meeting to begin, the door opened again.

Namjoon entered, his presence immediately drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

I couldn't help but take in the way he looked-And God freaking damn, he was so sinfully H.O.T.

IT WAS CRAZY.

Contrary to his light purple hair at the foundation event, his hair was now a deep, rich black, tousled just enough to look effortlessly perfect.

His muscular chest and broad arms were emphasized by the white polo shirt he wore, and the black tie wrapped snugly around his neck only added to the air of sophistication. His black slacks and dress shoes completed the picture, exuding both hotness and professionalism in equal measure.

His bare, clean face was strikingly handsome-sharp jawline, smooth skin, and eyes that seemed to see right through you.

I felt a strange wave of emotion hit me, but I quickly pushed it aside. This wasn't about him-it was about the future of the project.

Namjoon's gaze flicked over the team, pausing for just a second longer when it landed on me, and then shifted to Yoongi.

He held both of our gazes for a beat longer than necessary-long enough for me to feel the weight of it.

His eyes seemed to linger on both of us, unreadable but unmistakably aware.

It made my heart skip, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind in that moment.