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

Chapter 38: Lies We Can See Through

I smirk. "Damn."

She shoves my face away.

I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. "I can't believe I let him ruin this moment."

She groans into her hands. "Yoongi. He knows what he did."

And then-

Her phone vibrates again.

Taehyung (Group Chat):
Why do I have a feeling like I'm in danger? 😱😨

I sit up. "Oh, he knows."

Y/N cackles, grabbing her phone.

Y/N (Group Chat)
You should be very afraid, Kim Taehyung.

Yoongi (Group Chat):
🔪⚰️

Taehyung (Group Chat)
🧎🧎🧎 I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! BYE!!!

And just like that, he vanishes.

I groan, throwing myself back onto the pillows. "I hate him."

Y/N sighs, pressing a kiss to my jaw before collapsing beside me. "No, you don't."

I glance at her, exhaling. "Yeah. I don't."

She snuggles into my side hand resting on my chest.

And even though Taehyung ruined the mood I know one thing for sure.

We'll get him back for this.

And he won't be ready.

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Y/N's POV

The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed.

Warmth cocoons me-the kind that makes getting up feel impossible. But it's not just the morning light wrapping around me.

It's Yoongi.

His arm is draped lazily over my waist, his bare skin pressing against mine beneath the covers.

His breathing is slow and steady, and I can feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against my back.

I smile sleepily, shifting slightly to turn in his embrace. He stirs, a quiet grumble escaping him as he tightens his grip.

"Mm. Stay," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

I chuckle softly. "Yoongs, we have to get up eventually."

"No, we don't." He nuzzles into my neck, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my skin. "Not when you feel this good."

Heat pricks at my cheeks, but I roll my eyes. "You're insatiable."

"You love it," he murmurs against my shoulder, lips curving into a smirk.

I do.

I really do.

I reach up, running my fingers through his messy hair, letting my nails scratch lightly at his scalp.

He hums contentedly, eyes still closed.

"We should make breakfast," I suggest.

"Mm." He leans in, lips grazing my collarbone. "Or we could stay here a little longer."

I bite my lip, suppressing a laugh. "You really have no shame, huh?"

His eyes finally flutter open-sleepy and soft, but still sharp with amusement. "Not when it comes to you."

I shake my head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before forcing myself to sit up. "Come on, lazy. Let's-"

*BZZZT*