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

Chapter 37: Caught in 4K

I shake my head, a breathless laugh escaping. This man is too much.

Before I can respond, another message pops up-this time from Yoongi.

Yoongi (Group Chat)
Tae, I swear to god-

I snort. Oh, he's seen the messages.

Taehyung, completely unbothered, keeps going.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
Yoongi-hyung!! You CAVED. I KNEW YOU WOULD. 🤭

Taehyung (Group Chat)
Noona broke you, didn't she? Be honest. 😏

I almost choked on hot cocoa.

Yoongi (Group Chat)
Tae.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
TELL ME.

Yoongi (Group Chat)
I will hack you.

Laughter bubbles up before I can stop it, and a few coworkers glance at me curiously.

I quickly pretend to cough, covering my mouth.

But Taehyung? He doesn't let up.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
YOU LOVE ME TOO MUCH TO DO THAT. 😘

Yoongi (Group Chat)
Watch me.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
NOONA, HELP ME. 😭

I shake my head, wiping tears from my eyes. I can't.

This is the most chaotic start to my workday, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Still smiling, I peek at my Soulmap tab on my phone.

Sure enough, our bond has shifted into the Passionate Connection Phase, glowing deep red with golden flickers-an undeniable sign of how much our bond has deepened.

My heart swells, warmth settling deep in my chest.

No matter how much Taehyung teases, I know one thing for certain-this connection is real, and it's only getting stronger.

And with him in our lives?

I have a feeling it's going to get even more chaotic.

And I can't wait.

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No matter how hard I try, I cannot focus.

I stare blankly at my screen, rereading the same email for the third time, but none of the words are registering.

Instead, my mind keeps replaying every sinful detail from last night-Yoongi's hands gripping my thighs, his mouth tracing fire along my skin, the way he ruined me with every touch, every whisper, every growl.

I shift in my chair, thighs clenching instinctively.

Nope. Not helping.

And then there was this morning.

Heat floods my cheeks.

How the hell am I supposed to get any work done when my entire body is still tingling from the things that man did to me?

Sighing, I push back from my desk and decide I need a break-some water, fresh air, anything to cool myself down.

I make my way to the break room, my fingers brushing against my warm cheeks as I try to shake off the memory of Yoongi's lips on my neck, his voice rough against my ear, telling me exactly how good I feel-