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

Chapter 45: Days That Feel Light Again

Instead, I glance at my phone again, watching as another message rolls in.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
I tried to give Yeontan a pep talk to regain his honor, but he just rolled over and fell asleep. 🙄🐶

Taehyung (Group Chat)
We are ruled by Wacha now.👑🙇🙀

Taehyung (Group Chat)
Tell my story.

I slap a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing too loud.

I can already picture it-Taehyung sitting on the couch, looking betrayed while Wacha lounges in the background, completely unbothered.

I glance toward the elevator. Knowing Yoongi's in his office on another floor, probably pretending to work while he, too, is following the group chat in amusement.

A second later, my phone vibrates.

Yoongi (Group Chat)
You were ruled by Wacha the second you moved in. Accept it.

I nearly choke on my coffee.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
BETRAYAL FROM WITHIN

Taehyung (Group Chat)
FIRST TANNIE, NOW YOU, HYUNG.

I can practically hear the outrage in his voice.

And then-

Taehyung (Group Chat)
I hope Wacha stages a coup against you next. 🤞🙏

I snort.

Y/N (Group Chat)
She already rules Yoongi, Tae. This isn't a democracy.

Taehyung sends twenty crying emojis followed by a single thumbs-down reaction to my message, which only makes me laugh harder.

A moment later, another message.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
Okay but seriously, I think my tea is staring back at me.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
I need an intervention.

I shake my head, grinning, as I type back.

Y/N (Group Chat)
Go drink some water before you make another questionable beverage.

Yoongi (Group Chat)
Step away from the kitchen, cub.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
It's too late, hyung. The damage is done.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
This is my villain origin story.🙈🙊

I shake my head fondly, locking my phone screen as I exhale slowly.

It's been a hectic morning-meetings, catching up on emails, trying to adjust back into work mode. But this?

This was the best part of my day.

Because he's okay.

For so long, Yoongi and I had been tiptoeing around him, afraid of pushing too hard, afraid of breaking him further when he was already struggling to stay afloat.

And now?

Now, he's joking again.
Teasing again.
Talking too much again.

He's himself again.

And that's everything.

I glance towards the elevator one last time.

Yoongi may be on another floor, but I know, without a doubt, he's thinking the exact same thing.