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

Chapter 47: Of Court Cases and Couch Spaces

The apartment is quiet when we walk in, the familiar warmth of home settling around us.

The faint scent of Taehyung's shampoo lingers in the air, mixed with the comforting aroma of clean laundry and the soft hum of the city outside.

The weight of the conversation with Dara is still settling in.

We finally have something.

A lead, a plan, a meeting that could actually change everything.

But none of it matters if we don't tell Taehyung.

Because this has never been just our fight.

It's his.

Yeontan is the first to greet us, his tiny paws tapping excitedly against the floor as he rushes over, tail wagging.

Yoongi bends down to scratch behind his ears, murmuring a soft "Hey, Tannie."

Wacha, in contrast, is perched on the couch, lifting her head just enough to acknowledge us before flicking her tail, unimpressed as always.

Taehyung, however, is in the kitchen, casually scrolling through his phone at the counter. He looks up when he hears us, eyes brightening instantly.

"Oh! You guys are back!" He pushes himself off the counter, immediately peeking at the bag in Yoongi's hand. "Did you bring me something good?"

"Only the best," Yoongi says, setting the bag down on the table. "We already ate, but we couldn't leave without bringing you something."

Taehyung beams, already unpacking the containers, his face lighting up as he spots his favorite dishes.

"You love me," he sing-songs, shooting us a playful grin.

"Obviously," I tease, nudging his side.

Yoongi smirks, leaning against the counter. "You should be honored, bear cub. We ate with Dara, but we still thought of you."

"As you should," Taehyung says smugly, settling down at the table.

He takes his first bite, groaning dramatically. "Oh my God. This is so good."

I smile, watching him eat for a moment, letting the warmth of the moment settle.

Because soon, we'll have to tell him.
And I don't want him to hear it on an empty stomach.

After weeks of carrying the weight of this fight on our own, it's time to share the burden.

We wait until he's finished, until he leans back in his chair, satisfied and happy, Yeontan sprawled at his feet.

Then I exhale.

"Tae," I start softly. "There's something we need to talk about."

He blinks at me, then looks at Yoongi.

The shift in mood is immediate.

He straightens slightly, his expression sobering.

"What is it?"

Yoongi and I exchange glances.

Then, carefully, we tell him everything.

About how we've been fighting for weeks behind the scenes. About how our lawyers kept giving us nothing, brushing us off with weak excuses.

About how it felt like we were losing.

And finally-about Dara.

How she was furious on his behalf. How she promised to get her fiancé involved. How she made it clear that we weren't letting those bastards get away with it.