Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]
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    Chapter 44: Every Mark, Etched in Skin ⚠️

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    And then-
    He moves.
    His footsteps are silent against the grass, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. 
    His fingers tremble-
    From rage.
    From grief.
    From the unbearable weight pressing down on his ribs.
    His uncle doesn't even see him.
    He's too busy tending to his perfect little garden, humming under his breath.
    Like he has no idea.
    Like he has no right to fear.
    And that-
    That makes something inside Taehyung snap.
    "Fucking bastard."
    His uncle barely has time to turn around before Taehyung lunges.
    His fist connects with his jaw.
    A sickening crack echoes through the air.
    His uncle stumbles back, his hands flying up in shock. The watering can clatters to the ground, water spilling into the grass.
    But Taehyung doesn't stop.
    He grabs him-by his collar, by his hair, he doesn't even know-and throws him to the ground.
    His uncle groans, dazed.
    "Wha-"
    Another punch.
    Then another.
    And another.
    "You stole from me!"
    His voice is raw, unhinged, ripping out of his throat.
    "You took EVERYTHING!"
    His uncle grunts, raising an arm to shield his face, but Taehyung rips it away.
    "FUCKING LOOK AT ME!"
    His knuckles slam into his uncle's cheekbone.
    Pain radiates up his arm, but he doesn't care.
    His breath is ragged.
    His vision is blurred.
    There's no control.
    No reason.
    No stopping.
    Only rage.
    Only vengeance.
    His hands are slick with blood-
    Not his own.
    But it's not enough.
    It will never be enough.
    His chest burns, his ribs ache, but he doesn't stop.
    "You took my parents' money-"
    A punch to the ribs.
    "You stole my inheritance-"
    A fist to the stomach.
    "You ruined my fucking life-"
    A blow to the jaw.
    His uncle chokes, his body curling in on itself, groaning in pain.
    Taehyung grabs his shirt, hauls him up, his face mere inches away.
    His uncle stares at him, and for the first time-
    For the first fucking time-
    Taehyung sees it.
    Fear.
    Pure.
    Raw.
    Terror.
    And God-
    It feels good.
    It feels so good.
    "You don't get to be comfortable," he spits. "You don't get to live in this fucking mansion-off my family's money-while I spent years rotting away-"
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