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

Chapter 51: No More Holding Back

Suga swears under his breath.
And I love it.

Even after I step back, giving him space, even after I let the moment settle, he refuses to look at me for a solid ten seconds.

His fingers are curled around the edge of his jacket, grip just a little too tight, like he's feeling something he doesn't quite know how to handle yet.

And god, I truly love it.

I shouldn't. I really shouldn't enjoy this as much as I do.

But watching Min Yoongi-cool, composed, unshakable Min Yoongi-struggle to meet my eyes because I said something nice?

It's addicting.

"You okay there?" I ask, voice low and amused.

He exhales sharply, shaking his head before finally-finally-looking at me again.

His cheeks are still tinged pink, but his shoulders are looser now, his posture more relaxed.

Like he's accepting this. Accepting me.

"Yeah," he mutters, eyes flicking to the garden around us. "You're just-" He exhales, shaking his head. "You're a lot."

I grin. "A good lot?"

He hesitates, lips twitching. "A manageable lot."

I chuckle, nudging his shoulder lightly. "I'll take that."

We walk a little further down the garden path, the event's noise growing fainter behind us.

The cool night air wraps around us, the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the breeze. The atmosphere is quieter now, more intimate.

Suga seems to relax even further, falling into easy conversation about work, the upcoming LoveMap updates, even a few grumbles about how Tae keeps sending him ridiculous cat videos in the middle of the night.

And I-
I can't stop watching him.

The way his lips curve when he talks, the way his brows furrow slightly when he's thinking.

The way his eyes flicker with amusement when I say something stupid, like he's fighting the urge to laugh but won't let himself lose that battle just yet.

I'm smitten.
Hopelessly, ridiculously smitten.

And then-
"You have really deep dimples," Suga comments suddenly, squinting at me like he's just made a shocking discovery.

I blink, thrown off. "I-what?"

"Your dimples." He gestures vaguely at my face. "They're ridiculous."

I snort. "Ridiculous how?"

"Like, unfairly deep. People shouldn't have dimples that deep."

I grin-because now he's just staring at them, like he can't believe they exist. I lean in slightly, just to tease him. "So that means you like it?"

His eyes snap up to mine, narrowing. "No."

I hum, clearly not believing him.

Suga sighs, rubbing the back of his neck before grumbling, "I mean, they are kinda nice."

Something in my chest tightens at that.

It's not just the compliment-it's the way he says it. Soft. Like he's not sure he wants me to hear it.

And suddenly-
I don't want to joke anymore.

Because this moment, this thing between us, it's not just teasing. It's not just playful banter. It's real.