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

Chapter 37: Caught in 4K

The morning air is crisp as Yoongi and I step into the EchoTech building, our fingers brushing briefly before I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, trying-and failing-not to look too smug.

My body hums with the aftershocks of last night, a warmth coiling in my belly from this morning's encore.

Yoongi, on the other hand, is the picture of cool indifference, save for the small, knowing smirk playing at his lips as he adjusts his bag over his shoulder.

We reach the elevators just in time, the doors sliding open as a few other employees step out.

The second we step inside, Yoongi immediately presses the button for my floor, then his.

The doors close, sealing us in.

I glance up at him, biting my lip. Behave, Y/N.

But then he shifts closer, just enough for his body heat to tickle my skin, and I know I'm already doomed.

"You're quiet," I murmur, tilting my head up at him. "That usually means you're thinking about something."

He hums, eyes lazily dragging over me. "Just remembering how loud you were a few hours ago."

My mouth falls open, a small gasp escaping before I slap his arm. "Yoongi!"

He chuckles, all deep and raspy, and the sound sends a thrill straight through me.

"What? I thought we were being honest here."

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well, maybe I wouldn't have been so loud if someone wasn't so-" I lower my voice, "-relentless."

His smirk widens. "You didn't seem to mind."

Heat floods my cheeks. "That's not the point."

He leans in, voice dropping an octave. "Then what is?"

I open my mouth, but the elevator dings, and I snap my lips shut as the doors slide open.

A few employees wait outside, and I clear my throat, schooling my features into something professional before stepping out onto my floor.

Yoongi stays inside, his floor coming up next. But just as I turn to leave, his fingers wrap around my wrist, tugging me back toward him.

"Yoongs, what are you-"

He cuts me off with a kiss.

It's soft at first, just a gentle press of lips, but when I sigh into it, he deepens the kiss, his hand finding the small of my back to pull me closer.

I melt instantly, my fingers curling into his shirt as I taste the remnants of his morning coffee mixed with something uniquely him.

The kiss is slow, lingering-an unspoken promise rather than a goodbye.

A throat clears from behind us.

I barely manage to suppress a squeak as I pull back, glancing over my shoulder.

One of my colleagues is pointedly looking away, awkwardly clutching her tablet to her chest as she shuffles past us into the office.

My face is on fire.

Yoongi, on the other hand, looks completely unbothered. If anything, he looks smug.

"See you later, baby," he murmurs, brushing a thumb over my cheek before stepping back into the elevator.

The doors start to close, and just as they do, he sends me one last smirk.

"And don't pretend you don't love it when I'm relentless."