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

Chapter 46: From Wounds To War ⚠️

And with every passing day, the weight of our promise to Taehyung grows heavier.

Yoongi and I sit across from each other at the dining table, his laptop open between us, the glow from the screen making the exhaustion in his eyes even more pronounced.

His fingers drum against the table, a restless rhythm that betrays the frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"We have no case." His voice is low, sharp, edged with something close to fury. "That's basically what they're telling us."

I press my palms against my forehead, exhaling slowly. "There has to be something. We're not asking for a miracle-we just need them to actually do their fucking job."

Yoongi clenches his jaw. "They're not saying it outright, but you know what this is about."

I do.

Money.
Power.

The fact that Taehyung's aunt and uncle have both since the inheritance.

The fact that, on paper, Taehyung is an adult who chose to sign those documents-nevermind the fact that he was manipulated, isolated, coerced into it.

Nevermind the years of abuse he endured behind closed doors. Nevermind the fact that there's no way in hell he willingly signed away his inheritance at eighteen.

"He was a fucking kid," Yoongi mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. "And they stole everything from him."

But without concrete evidence-without more witnesses-Taehyung's word alone isn't enough.

Jiwon and his parents are the only ones who have spoken up, and while their statements help, it isn't enough.

"It's our word against theirs," I murmur.
"And we're losing."

Yoongi slams his laptop shut, pushing it aside before leaning forward, elbows resting on the table.

His hands lace together tightly, like he's trying to ground himself.

"We promised him." His voice is raw, strained. "We fucking promised, Y/N."

I know.

It's the only thing that's been playing in my mind for weeks.

Taehyung trusted us. He trusted his soulmates. He made this decision because of us.

Because we told him we wouldn't let them get away with it.

And yet, here we are.
Nowhere.

I push my chair back, standing abruptly.

The restless energy inside me is unbearable.

I walk to the window, staring out at the city, the neon lights from the street below blurring into a mess of colors.

Yoongi doesn't say anything. He just sits there, unmoving, as the silence stretches between us.