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

Chapter 51: No More Holding Back

I feign innocence, clutching my drink. "Hoarding? Us? Never."

Yoongi, ever the enabler, lifts the edge of the tablecloth, revealing an impressive stash of neatly packed Tupperware containers filled with everything from appetizers to desserts.

"Tae's sick at home," he explains, as if this justifies the sheer volume of food we've collected. "We promised we'd bring him food."

Dara snorts, crossing her arms. "And what, you're feeding an entire army? Or one bottomless soulmate?"

I grin. "He's been whining all night about missing the food. I'd rather not deal with a dramatic, starving Taehyung tomorrow."

Dara hums, shaking her head in amusement. "Honestly? Fair. I fully support this smuggling operation."

She glances at the containers again. "Still, this is excessive. I hope you labeled them. That boy will down all of this in one sitting if you let him."

Yoongi lets out a quiet chuckle. "We know. We wrote 'eat slowly' on the dessert."

Dara laughs, the sound rich and genuine, before suddenly turning to Yoongi with a too-innocent smile. "Speaking of hoarding things..."

Yoongi squints at her, immediately suspicious. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing," Dara says breezily. "I just need to borrow you for a moment."

Yoongi glances at me. I just shrug-because honestly, what can you do when faced with a determined Dara?

He sighs, standing. "Fine."

Dara loops her arm through his with alarming speed. "Perfect. Don't wait up, Y/N."

And then she's dragging him away, her grip firm, Yoongi half-protesting but ultimately letting himself be led.

What is she doing? I watch as realization dawns on Yoongi's face, his steps slowing just slightly. But Dara is relentless, practically hauling him forward.

"What-Dara, where are we going?" he mutters under his breath.

"You'll see," she sing-songs, undeterred.

I shake my head, sipping my drink. "That woman is terrifying."

Ha Eun snickers. "She really is."

Jae smirks. "What do you think she's up to?"

"I don't know," I admit, but something about the gleam in Dara's eyes tells me it's definitely something.

And sure enough-across the room, I see exactly where she's leading him.

To Namjoon.

Namjoon, who looks startled as Dara practically deposits Yoongi in front of him with a flourish.

"There," Dara announces, hands on her hips. "You two have been staring at each other all night. I'm sure you have plenty to talk about."

Yoongi's mouth opens slightly, as if caught off guard.

Namjoon blinks, his usual composed expression slipping for a fraction of a second. His throat bobs as he exhales-just a little too sharply.

And then, quietly, like it escapes before he can stop it-
"Suga."

It's just his name, but something in the way Namjoon says it makes my chest tighten.

Yoongi stiffens. Not in discomfort-but in something else.

And then, with a satisfied nod, Dara turns on her heel and walks back toward us, looking far too pleased with herself.

I stare at her in disbelief. "Dara. Did you just-"