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

Chapter 53: Between Boxes And Promises

"What the hell?"

Taehyung gapes at the phone screen, his eyes wide as Namjoon's video finishes playing.

Yoongi and I exchange looks, barely holding back our laughter.

Tae is frozen, his mouth slightly parted, his fingers gripping the phone like he needs physical support to process what just happened.

He blinks once.
Twice.

Then-"What the actual hell?!" he shrieks, shoving the phone into my hands like it's possessed.

"That's him? That's Namjoon?!"

I cackle, nodding. "That's him."

Tae groans, throwing himself onto the couch, dramatically clutching his chest.

"No, but like-what the hell?! He's so hot?!"

Yoongi snorts, crossing his arms. "That's your first reaction?"

Tae throws a pillow at him. "Hyung. That's Kim Namjoon. And he looks like that?!"

I laugh, flopping down beside him. "I told you."

Tae flails, running a hand through his hair like he's stressed. "You did not tell me he was this fine. And the dimples?! The dimples?!"

Yoongi, clearly enjoying this, smirks. "So you like him?"

Tae glares. "Hyung. I'm in trouble."

I burst out laughing, grabbing his wrist and shaking it. "You feel it, don't you?"

Tae groans again, flopping face-first into a pillow. "I do! Oh my god, I do!"

Yoongi and I exchange a look, something warm settling in my chest.

Because we knew this was going to happen.

We knew that once Tae saw him, once he felt it, there'd be no denying it anymore.

Still, I grin. "Okay, but besides the fact that he's hot-"

"Insanely hot."

"okay right yeah, insanely-how do you feel?"

Tae pauses, lifting his head slightly. His brows furrow, his lips pressing into a small pout as he thinks.

Then, softer this time-
"I feel like... I know him."

My heart tugs.

Yoongi nods, watching him closely. "Yeah?"

Tae swallows, sitting up. "Yeah." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Like, I haven't even met him yet, but-"

He glances at the phone again, Namjoon's face still paused on the screen.

"-but it feels like I've been waiting for him."

Yoongi's hand finds mine, squeezing lightly.
And I get it.
Because we felt it too.
That same pull. That same rightness.

The way Namjoon already feels like ours somehow, even though none of us know what that means yet.

Tae exhales, shaking his head. "Also, Dara has been calling me her baby?"

Yoongi smirks. "Oh, she's obsessed with you."

Tae gasps dramatically. "I knew I liked her."

I giggle, leaning into him. "You're gonna love her."

He hums, still watching the screen. "But him," he murmurs, voice dipping into something softer. "I really can't wait to meet him."

Taehyung is quiet.

Which-if you know Taehyung-is saying something.

He's staring at the phone screen, his thumb hovering over the play button like he's about to watch the video again.