Yoongi's POV
The workweek passes in a blur, mostly consisting of Taehyung bombarding our group chat with teasing messages, me threatening to block him, and Y/N trying (and failing) to regain some level of dignity.
By the time I step into Y/N's apartment in the evening, I'm already bracing myself for round two of Taehyung's antics.
I take off my shoes, setting my bag down by the couch before making my way toward the kitchen, where I hear the faint sounds of chopping.
As expected, Y/N is there, standing by the counter with her sleeves rolled up, a determined furrow in her brow as she dices vegetables with surprising precision.
I wrap my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. "You're going to cut your finger if you keep frowning like that, baby."
She huffs but leans into me. "I'm not frowning. I'm just thinking"
"About?"
"How I should block Taehyung before he sends another message about our 'soulmate power-up."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "He's enjoying this way too much."
"Way too much," she agrees, exasperated. "ITS BEEN THREE WHOLE DAYS!!"
I smirk. "You sound personally victimized."
She glares at me. "I am personally victimized. You don't understand, Yoongi. I was minding my business at work today, being a professional, and then suddenly-"
She grabs her phone, unlocks it, and shoves the screen in my face.
I squint at the message from earlier.
Taehyung (Group Chat):
Noona, how are your legs? Functional yet? 😏🔥
I blink.
Then I burst out laughing.
Y/N groans, throwing her head back. "SEE?! I CAN NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS."
I shake my head, still laughing. "I mean... he's got a point-"
She whirls on me, brandishing the knife. "DON'T."
I immediately hold up my hands. "Okay, okay. Not saying anything."
She narrows her eyes. "Good."
I take a beat. Then-"But technically-"
She points the knife at me. "YOONGI."
I smirk. "I love when you threaten me, baby."
She huffs, turning back to the cutting board. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
Before she can retort, her phone-which is still in her hand-vibrates.
Taehyung (Group Chat):
Y/N-noona, Yoongi-hyung, have you guys finally caught your breath yet, or are you still weak in the knees? 😏🔥
I groan. "I swear to god-"
Before I can finish, another message pops up.
Taehyung (Group Chat)
ALSO, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
Y/N sighs, setting the knife down to pick up her phone. "If this announcement is about how he's been cackling all day at our expense, I'm throwing my phone out the window."
She clicks on the message, and we both read the next words at the same time.
Taehyung (Group Chat)
Y/N-NOONA, YOONGI-HYUNG ARE IN THE PASSIONATE CONNECTION PHASEEEE! 🚨 you guys are GLOWING. Like, actually. 👀🔥
YOU ARE READING
Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]
Fanfiction|| BTS x Reader Poly Soulmates || In a world where soulmates are confirmed with algorithms, can human connection still thrive? It's 2025, the LoveMap App promises to revolutionize how we find love. Based on intricate data, emotional intelligence, a...
![Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/389268133-64-k535776.jpg)