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

Chapter 47: Of Court Cases and Couch Spaces

The walls are lined with sleek, modern decor, deep mahogany panels, and massive, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the Seoul skyline.

There's a quiet authority here-the kind that makes you hyper-aware of how important the people in this building are.

Taehyung fidgets beside me, running his hand through his giant teddy bear's head before tugging it in his left arm. "That's... fine. Totally fine. Not a big deal."

Yoongi watches him, unimpressed. "You're nervous."

"Pfft, no I'm not."

"You're literally shaking your leg."

Taehyung glares. "That's just my body naturally vibrating at a high frequency."

I reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. "Tae. You don't have to be perfect today. He just wants to hear from you-your words, your story. There's no wrong way to do this."

His fingers tighten around mine for a moment before he exhales, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

Yoongi claps a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We've got you, bear cub."

Taehyung swallows. "I know that too."

I glance back down at my phone. "Dara said not to worry. They're expecting us. We just need to give them your full name at the front desk, and they'll take us straight to her fiancé's office."

Taehyung's nose scrunches. "It's weird that we don't even know his name."

"Or what he looks like," Yoongi adds, crossing his arms.

It is weird.

We know nothing about the man we're about to meet-except for what Yeona told me.

One of Seoul's top criminal defense attorneys. A man known for his ruthless intellect, sharp courtroom presence, and an undefeated trial record in high-stakes cases.

He represents the wealthy, the famous, and the notorious. White-collar criminals, political scandals, high-profile murder trials-he's handled them all.

And now... we're sitting across from the kind of man who defends the untouchable and asking him to take on a case about a boy who was forgotten.

Which is why we're not getting our hopes up.

We already told ourselves-he probably won't take the case personally.

And that's okay.

Because just having someone like him in our corner, guiding the case, choosing a lawyer he trusts? That alone is incredible.

"Name?" the receptionist asks, barely glancing up from her computer.

"Kim Taehyung," I say.

That gets her attention.

Her eyes flick up, scanning the three of us briefly before she nods, pressing a button on her phone. "They're here."

A moment later, a sharply dressed assistant appears, all professional smiles and crisp business attire.
"Follow me, please."

We trail behind her, moving deeper into the firm, down a long hallway lined with glass-walled offices.