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

Chapter 50: To Stay, To Leave, To Want Anyway

I blink. "Who?"

She grins. "Your soulmates, idiot. Y/N and Suga I know. But Taehyung-spill."

I hesitate.

Then, I can't help it.
I swoon.

Dara gasps, pointing. "There it is! That's your 'I'm in love' face."

I scoff. "Shut up."

"Never." She leans forward. "Tell me everything."

And so-I do.

I tell her about Y/N's laugh, Yoongi's quiet intensity, Taehyung's warmth.

I tell her how Yoongi already trusts me, how Y/N feels like the sun, how Taehyung makes me want to protect something for the first time in years.

And Dara listens.

Because at the end of the day, fake engagement or not-
She's still my best friend.

And she's the only one who knows I've waited for this my whole damn life.

Dara watches me with pure delight, chin propped on her hand, her wine untouched.

I can feel her amusement, her satisfaction, her absolute glee in watching me-me, Kim Seokjin, one of the most sought-after lawyers in Seoul, one of the most calculated men in any courtroom-act like an absolute fool over three people.

My soulmates.

And I hate her for it.

"Okay but Taehyung," she presses, leaning forward. "Tell me what you think."

I roll my eyes, but I don't deny her.
Because the moment I think about him, it's all over.

"He's..." I hesitate, rolling my wine glass between my fingers. "He's different."

Dara raises a brow. "Different how?"

I exhale, remembering the way his voice had wavered when he called me 'hyung' tonight, the way his breath had hitched when he realized I was actually fighting for him.

"He's warm," I murmur.. "And kind. But he's also... hesitant. Like he doesn't know how much space he's allowed to take up."

I clear my throat, trying to shake the unexpected weight in my chest.

"And he's also ridiculously dramatic," I add, smirking. "He takes an hour to pack, just to add 'style.'"

Dara wheezes. "I love him already."

I chuckle, taking a sip of my wine.

And then-Dara sighs, dramatic.
"I can't believe you met him first."

I roll my eyes. "Are you going to keep whining about this?"

"Yes."

I smirk. "You'll meet him soon."

She huffs, swirling her drink. "It better be soon, because I have so many questions."

"About?"

She leans in, grinning. "About you."

I blink. "Me?"

"Yes, you, you idiot." She points a perfectly manicured nail at me. "You're sitting here, glowing over these three-don't even deny it-but you haven't actually told me how you feel."

I pause.

Because this... this is different.

I've told her about them. But I haven't told her about me.