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

Chapter 51: No More Holding Back

I can feel it. That quiet pull, the way he talks about her, the way I've always felt around her too.

She's ours.

And yet, Suga and I are sitting down here, two people bound by something we don't fully understand, still trying to navigate around it.

"So," I say, shifting gears, "how's Taehyung?"

The reaction is immediate.
Suga's entire demeanor changes.

He straightens, eyes widening slightly, caught off guard by the question.

Then-"You know about Tae?" he asks, his voice just a little softer.

I nod. "Dara's told me about him. She calls him her baby even though she hasn't met him yet."

Suga lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, she's been dying to meet him."

Then, quieter-more tentative

"Tae's been wanting to meet you too."

I freeze.

Something warm and unexpected spreads through my chest.

"He... has?"

Suga nods, looking away for a brief moment, like he's suddenly shy.

"I mean," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, "he doesn't know for sure, but... I guess he feels it whenever we talk about you. That there's something about you."

He exhales sharply, still not quite meeting my gaze. "He's been excited. Annoyingly so."

I blink, trying to process that.

Taehyung, my soulmate, excited to meet me. Y/N and Suga, my soulmates talking about me.

I hadn't let myself think about that possibility. That maybe they want this just as much as I do.

That maybe I'm not the only one afraid.

A slow smile tugs at my lips. "I think I'd like to meet him too."

Suga finally looks up at me, and for the first time tonight, he doesn't look away.

There's a quiet sort of intensity in his gaze, something deep and knowing.

And this time-
I don't fight the pull.

Suga doesn't say anything right away.

But he holds my gaze.

There's something undeniable between us. A quiet, charged energy humming beneath the surface-like a current just waiting for someone to touch the water and let it spark.

I should have seen it coming.

The moment Dara dropped Suga in front of me like an offering to the gods, I should have braced myself.

But I didn't.

Because now, sitting here in the middle of the event, surrounded by laughter and clinking glasses and conversations that have all faded into the background-all I can focus on is him.

Suga.

Dark eyes watching me carefully, posture just a little stiff, fingers toying with his drink in a way that almost seems nervous.

Is he nervous?

I don't think I've ever seen Suga nervous.

I've seen him in meetings, his sharp mind slicing through cybersecurity risks and data encryption like it's nothing.

I've seen him in discussions, his words calculated and precise, never giving more than necessary.

But this?
This is different.