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

Chapter 30: Snap, Roar, Repeat

I can tell he's enjoying every second of this-his excitement, his flirtation, the way he's constantly in motion, always pulling me in. It's magnetic, and I have to admit, I'm drawn to it.

But what's even more interesting is the subtle, almost unspoken dynamic between Taehyung and Yoongi.

They're sitting just a few feet apart, but it's like there's this quiet connection between them, a bond I can see whenever their eyes meet-like a silent conversation.

When Yoongi catches my gaze, I notice a small, soft smile tugging at his lips, and I can almost feel Taehyung's quiet admiration behind me, like he's silently rooting for us, for the bond we share.

It's impossible to ignore, and it leaves me wondering just how deep this bond really goes.

Taehyung's presence is always like a soft flame, always burning with enthusiasm, and Yoongi, though quieter, brings a kind of steadiness that compliments Taehyung's chaotic energy.

And there's something so beautiful about that-seeing how they can exist in the same space, sharing their own unique forms of love.

There's this understanding between them, a language they don't need to speak aloud.

It makes me reflect on the thoughts I once held about the idea of equal bonds within multiple soulmates.

I used to struggle with the notion that love could be shared among more than one person equally. The idea seemed foreign to me, almost impossible to comprehend.

I thought that love had to be compartmentalized, that it could only be fully given to one person, that if you gave your heart to someone else, there'd be less of it for the other.

But now, as I'm here with Yoongi and Taehyung, I'm realizing just how beautifully wrong I was.

Watching the way we connect, the way our hearts align without competing, I can feel it-how love isn't divided, it's multiplied.

With each laugh, every gentle touch, and every quiet moment shared, I realize that we don't have to choose or sacrifice anything.

Instead, it all flows seamlessly between us, like a bond woven together by threads of mutual affection and care, without one diminishing the other.

It's in the way Taehyung's laughter fills the car, making my heart skip, knowing that Yoongi's soft smile is just as capable of making me feel whole.

I see it in the way Yoongi's protective gaze toward Taehyung never feels possessive, but rather, it only strengthens the warmth that exists between us all. It's a balance-a harmony where all three of us can stand equally and feel whole together.

We've somehow created something deeper than I ever thought possible-a love that doesn't need to compete or even compare.

Each of us brings something irreplaceable to the table, something that complements the others in ways I never expected.

There's no hierarchy of affection. It's all real, all pure, and all equal.

I feel so deeply connected to both of them, in ways that aren't about rivalry or diminishing the other, but about growing together.

No one feels less important, and no part of me feels incomplete.

With each shared moment, I'm discovering that the heart isn't a limited vessel; it's endless.

In this space, love multiplies, growing into something beautifully expansive, a bond we each contribute to and share in equal measure.

And for the first time, I realize how real and tangible this connection truly is. The love we share isn't fractured-it's abundant.

And in this moment, with both of them by my side, I know with absolute certainty that love can exist in perfect equality.

I glance at Taehyung, who catches my eye once more, his grin wide. "What?" he teases, as if sensing the thoughts racing through my mind.

His voice drops lower, flirtatious. "You can't stop staring at me, can you?"

I blush and quickly look away, but there's no hiding the smile that creeps onto my face. "No," I say, my voice light but honest, "I'm just thinking about how I'm definitely going to beat you in this photo competition. No way you're winning this time."

"Oh, we'll see," Taehyung replies with a wink, "I'm not going down without a fight, noona."

Yoongi chuckles softly from the driver's seat. "Alright, let's not turn this into an actual competition," he says, glancing between the two of us.

His voice holds a note of affection, but there's also something protective in it, something that reminds me he's always looking out for us. "How about we all grab some drinks, huh? Then you two can argue about your photos after."

I look at Yoongi and smile. "Sounds good to me."

As we pile out of the car, I catch Taehyung giving Yoongi a playful nudge on the shoulder. "Hey, are you sure you're not secretly team Tae on this one?" he asks with a teasing grin. "I know you have a soft spot for me."

Yoongi looks over at him with a mock stern face, raising an eyebrow. "I'm team 'whoever pays for lunch,' Tae. So, let's just see who actually wins first."

The three of us share a laugh as we head toward the little cafe area near the parking lot.

The atmosphere is light and carefree, and for a moment, I can just breathe in the happiness around me.

I can feel the balance between the three of us, this harmony that's so natural, so easy.

Even though we each bring something different to the table, we complement each other in ways that make everything feel right.

And I realize that no matter what happens with the photo competition, no matter who ends up paying for lunch, we're all winners.

We're building something real-something unspoken but strong-and it's exactly where I want to be.

As we walk side by side toward the cafe, I catch Taehyung looking at us, his gaze softening as he watches Yoongi and me exchange a quiet smile.

He's happy for us, I know he is. But it's not just that-there's something in the way he watches, something deeper, like he sees all the connections between us, and he's just as grateful as I am for them.

Polyamory, real or not, the bonds we're forming feel just as true, as honest, and as beautiful as any single relationship could be.

Buzz

You have reached the Nurturing Connection Phase with Taehyung.