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

Chapter 39: Drowning in Absence ⚠️

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🔥Content Warning: Mature content and adult themes ahead. Proceed at your discretion.

Day 13

The weight of Taehyung's absence is suffocating.

It clings to the walls, lingers in the spaces between words, and settles in the quiet moments when neither of us know what to say anymore.

Yoongi's frustration is reaching its breaking point.

I see it in the way his fingers tighten around his phone when he checks his messages, only to find nothing from Taehyung.

I hear it in the sharp edge of his voice when he mutters under his breath, jaw clenched, body tense.

I feel it in the way he looks at me-like he's searching for something, anything to hold onto.

And then, without warning-

He snaps.

One second, I'm standing by the couch, about to ask if he wants tea.

The next, I'm pinned against the wall, Yoongi's hands gripping my wrists, his body pressing flush against mine.

His breathing is ragged, his eyes dark and wild with something I can't quite name.

Something desperate.

Something breaking.

"Yoongi-"

He crashes his lips against mine before I can finish.

It's not soft.

It's not careful.

It's hungry.

His hands move to my waist, fingers digging in almost painfully as he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his hips.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders as he grinds against me, his movements rough, almost frantic.

"Bedroom," he growls against my lips, voice low and strained.

I nod, barely able to catch my breath before he's carrying me there, his grip firm, his touch possessive.

By the time we reach the bed, he's already pulling at my clothes, yanking my shirt over my head, fingers fumbling as he undoes my shorts.

There's no teasing. No slow buildup.

Just pure, raw need.

And I know.

I know this isn't just about sex.

This is about Tae.

This is about control-about needing to feel something real, something solid, when everything else feels like it's slipping through his fingers.

Yoongi pushes me down onto the mattress, his body hovering over mine, eyes locked onto me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

"Tell me you're mine," he murmurs, voice rough, broken.

My heart clenches.

"I'm yours, Yoongi." I reach up, cupping his face. "I've always been yours."

Something flickers in his eyes-something raw, something aching.

Then he's kissing me again, biting at my lips, hands gripping my thighs as he thrusts into me without hesitation.

It's rough.