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

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    Chapter 43: The Truth That Breaks Us ⚠️

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    "The orphanage was... okay."
    He says it like he's trying to convince himself. 
    "The people were nice, really nice, actually. They treated me well. But it never felt like home." 
    His breath shudders. 
    "It never felt like I belonged." 
    Silence.
    Thick, heavy silence. 
    Like the room itself is mourning with him. 
    I don't realize I'm holding my breath until my chest starts to ache. 
    I want to pull him into my arms. I want to tell him that he belongs-that he has always belonged, with us, with me. 
    But this is his moment.
    So I wait.
    And I listen. 
    As the boy I love lays his wounds bare.
    "When I turned eight, everything changed."
    Taehyung grips his bear so tightly that his fingers tremble. 
    He buries his face into the soft fabric for a second-just a second-like he needs the extra moment to breathe before he keeps going. 
    "My dad's sister-my aunt-showed up."
    His voice wavers. Just slightly. 
    Yoongi's hand clenches into a fist. 
    "She and her husband decided to take me in." 
    A bitter laugh. Sharp. Hollow. 
    "I thought-"
    He swallows. His breath hitches. 
    And for a moment-just a flicker of a second-I see it. 
    The little boy he was.
    Small hands gripping a suitcase too big for him. Heart pounding with hope. 
    I feel it in my bones. 
    "I thought I was finally going to have a family." 
    My chest splinters.
    Beside me, Yoongi's jaw is so tight, I can hear the grind of his teeth. 
    Taehyung's fingers tighten around mine. 
    "I was so happy," he whispers. His voice so heartbreakingly soft. "I thought, 'This is it. This is what I've been waiting for.'" 
    A shaky breath. 
    "But it wasn't." 
    The shift is almost imperceptible. But I feel it. 
    The way his body folds in on itself.
    The way his fingers curl into his palm, like he's trying to disappear. 
    "It started small," he murmurs. "Little things." 
    His eyes glaze over, unfocused-
    Because he isn't here anymore. 
    He's there. 
    
                                
    
                                              "Stupid boy
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
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              "Stupid boy."
              Why can't you do anything right?"
              "You think we wanted you? 
              "You think we had a choice?"
              "Ungrateful little shit."
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