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

Chapter 52: Steady, Sure, & Absolutely Lethal

It's so simple.
So seamless.
Like this was always meant to happen.

"Alright," Namjoon says, crossing his arms as he leans against the bar. "What's the most embarrassing thing Y/N has ever done at work?"

I gasp, scandalized. "Excuse me?"

Yoongi snorts. "Oh, so many things."

Namjoon grins, clearly delighted. "Oh? Tell me more."

"No, don't tell him more," I warn, glaring at Yoongi.

Yoongi ignores me completely. "There was that time she tripped over thin air during a presentation."

Namjoon's eyebrows shoot up. "Thin air?"

I groan. "Yoongi."

"She tried to play it off too," Yoongi continues, smirking. "Like she meant to face-plant in front of an entire conference room."

Namjoon is laughing now, the kind of laugh that shakes his shoulders. "Oh my god."

"It was a small stumble," I grumble, crossing my arms.

Yoongi raises a brow. "You fell to your knees."

Namjoon wheezes. "Y/N-"

"I hate you both," I declare.

Yoongi smirks. "You love us."

Namjoon hums in agreement, grinning. "I mean, she did just say that I have the kind of charm that makes people fall in love without realizing it."

My entire soul leaves my body.
Yoongi chokes on his drink.
I slap a hand over my face. "Oh my god."

Namjoon is looking very pleased with himself. "What?" he says innocently.

"You're evil," I groan.

Yoongi, still recovering, is staring at me, eyes wide. "You said that?"

"No!" I protest immediately. "It was taken completely out of context."

Namjoon smirks. "Mm-hmm."

Yoongi is still looking at me in pure amusement. "Wow. And I was getting teased for being flustered."

"Oh, shut up," I mutter, but my face is burning.

Namjoon is grinning, dimples on full display, and god help me, it's not fair.

It's so not fair.
Because this-this banter, this bond-
It's growing.
It's settling into something real.
And it's not just playful.
It's something more.

I glance between the two of them-Namjoon, still watching me with amusement, and Yoongi, still very entertained by my suffering.

And I feel it.
That undeniable pull.

Not just between them, but between all of us.
And for the first time, I let myself want it.

Whatever this is, wherever it's going-
I want to see it through.

And from the way Namjoon and Yoongi keep glancing at each other, smiling, teasing, leaning in-

I know they do too.

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The ride home is quiet, but it isn't the kind of silence that feels heavy.

It's the kind of silence that lingers when something good has just happened.

The kind where thoughts are still settling, where emotions are still unspooling, where the weight of the night still lingers in the best way.

Yoongi and I are both reeling-from the conversations, from the laughter, from Namjoon.