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

Chapter 53: Between Boxes And Promises

I pause. "You mean you want to meet him before we file the civil suit?"

Tae quietly nods. "I want him to know from us. Not from the media. And I want him to be there with us. So let's meet him first, can we?"

Yoongi softens, understanding Tae. "You're right bear cub, I'm proud of you." he reaches out his hand and ruffles Tae's hair.

Tae blushes at the compliment as he leans in further into Yoongi's hand.

My heart swells and I nod "Let's set one up this week, let's tell Jin Oppa about this."

Tae brightens. "Really?"

Yoongi smiles at him. "Of course."

He beams.
And then-

His expression shifts into something thoughtful.

"...And then after everything's over."

Yoongi and I blink. "what is it?"

Tae crosses his arms as he slowly smiles "After the Civil suit, I want my one-on-one dates with you two."

I freeze.
Yoongi blinks.

Tae huffs, glaring at us. "We promised. And it's been delayed for way too long."

My heart melts.
Because he's right.

We had promised-before things got difficult, before he was taken from us, before everything spiraled.

And now-
Now we get to have this.

Yoongi exhales, something soft crossing his face. "Tae..."

Tae pouts harder. "No excuses." He points at me. "I want a date with you." Then at Yoongi. "And a date with you." His brows furrow. "Separately. One at a time. Just like you promised!"

Something warm and full settles in my chest.

I grin. "Tae, we would love nothing more."

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. "You're such a brat."

Tae smirks. "But you love me."

Yoongi sighs dramatically. "Unfortunately."

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It's Friday night, the apartment's, too quiet.

Well-except for the scraping of boxes, the occasional grumble from Yoongi, and the soft whines of Yeontan, who is currently curled up on the couch with Wacha watching the chaos unfold.

But for us?

For the three of us, who have spent months living together-this feels like silence.

It's 6:30 PM and the moon just came out in the sky, but here we are-groggy, exhausted, and watching the movers load up Yoongi and Taehyung's things into separate trucks.

One for Yoongi's apartment.

One for Tae's.

Temporary. That's what we keep telling ourselves.

Three months. That's our target.
Three months to finalize a house.
Three months until we're back together.
Three months until this silence is gone.

We can do this.
Right?

Tae lets out a deep, suffering sigh, flopping dramatically onto the couch beside Yeontan. "I hate this."

Yoongi, standing by a stack of neatly labeled boxes, rolls his eyes. "You'll survive."

Tae glares at him. "Will I, Hyung?! Will I?!"