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

Chapter 48: A Reckoning in Motion ⚠️

The way he moves them, just slightly too aware of them.

Like he suddenly doesn't know where they belong. Like he's trying to appear composed, but something beneath the surface hums with an energy he can't quite contain.

It's... endearing.

And yet-so gentle.

On instinct, we move, sinking into the seats before his desk.

And the moment we do-
Something settles.

Not just the tension.
Not just the panic clawing at the edges of my ribs.

But something deeper.

A quiet certainty.

Not just because of the pull.
Not just because of the gravity of this meeting for Taehyung.

But because-
He soothes us.

Without a word. Without a touch. His presence wraps around us like a steadying force.

Something safe.

I know Yoongi and Taehyung feel it too.

Yoongi-who had been sitting like a coiled wire-exhales, slow and controlled, as if something heavy has just been lifted from his chest.

Taehyung-who had been gripping the arms of his chair like a lifeline-finally relaxes.

And him.
Our soulmate.

He settles behind his desk, his gaze flickering between us, like he's memorizing us.

Like he's taking his time.

And then-
He smiles.

Soft. Warm. Certain.

And when his deep, unwavering eyes land on Yoongi, something shifts again.

"I remember you."
The words land like a quiet revelation, a soft collision of fate making itself known.

Like something that had always been written into our story, waiting for this moment to be spoken aloud.

I stop breathing.
Yoongi does too.

His eyes flicker, something raw flashing through them-shock, recognition, something deeper.

Something buried.
Something unlocked.

A door inside him, long shut-suddenly thrown open.

My pulse stutters, my fingers curling against my lap as I feel the moment settle around us.

Because he's-
Acknowledging it.

Not just the pull.
Not just this strange, inexplicable connection between us.

But us.

Yoongi swallows, his throat bobbing as if he's trying to hold himself together.

And when he speaks-
His voice, usually so measured, usually composed-

Sounds broken open.
"I remember you too."

The words hang between them-soft, certain-sending a pulse of something electric, something tangible, between them.

Something felt, rather than spoken.

Taehyung's head snaps between them, his eyes darting, confusion flickering across his face.

He's trying to understand.

Trying to make sense of what is unfolding before him.

But before he can find the words-
Our soulmate chuckles.
The sound is rich, warm.