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

Chapter 60: A Love That Never Left

"I'm here," he whispered fiercely against my ear. "I'm not going anywhere this time."

I sobbed harder, overwhelmed by the years of longing, of silent nights, of words left unsaid.

He kissed the side of my head, whispering again and again, "I'm here, I'm here."

Finally, when we pulled apart, our faces were flushed and tear-streaked.

But Namjoon was smiling.

And so was I.

My breath hitched. My own tears blurred my vision.

"You're really here," I choked out.

Namjoon's voice trembled. "I'm really here."

I launched myself forward, pulling him into my arms. His arms wrapped around me instantly, anchoring me, shaking as hard as I was.

"God I can't stop saying it" I sobbed. "but I missed you so much "

"There was never a single day when my heart didn't break for how much I missed you," he whispered into my hair, holding me like I was the last safe thing in the world.

The ache, the longing, the years apart-it all spilled out between us as we clung to each other.

Then, with one last shuddering breath, Namjoon pulled back just enough to meet my gaze.

"Please," he whispered. "Take me back."

I let out a breathless laugh through the tears, nodding furiously.

"Yes," I managed. "God, yes."

His hands cradled my face, trembling as though he couldn't believe I was real. And then-he kissed me.

Desperate.

Shattering.

It was a collision of years lost, of words unsaid, of heartbreak and hope intertwining at once.

His lips moved against mine with a hunger that was years in the making, and I melted into him, letting every wall between us collapse.

The taste of him-familiar yet sharp with emotion-tugged me under, drowning me in everything we used to be and everything we still were.

I fisted the front of his shirt, holding him like he was my last tether to earth.

His breath hitched against my mouth as he deepened the kiss, pulling me impossibly closer like he was trying to press every second we'd lost into this one moment.

God-it felt like coming home.

When we finally broke apart, breathless, our foreheads met, our tears mixing where our cheeks brushed.

My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and Namjoon's thumbs wiped at my damp cheeks.

"Jin," he whispered, voice cracking as he said my name like it was sacred.

I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of him. Of us.

"You have no idea," I murmured, breathless, "how long I've waited for this."

Namjoon laughed, broken and soft.

"I do," he whispered, voice trembling. "Because I've been waiting just as long."

I tilted my head, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, savoring the way he shuddered under the gentleness.

His hands threaded through my hair, like he was rediscovering every inch of me, committing me to memory all over again.

We didn't rush it this time.

We stayed there, holding each other, breathing each other in, letting the storm of the past years finally quiet in the silence between us.

Because this-this was no longer a goodbye.

This was the beginning.
The second chance we never thought we'd get.

When we finally pulled apart, breathing hard, I let my forehead rest against his.

"They're going to lose their minds," I whispered.

Namjoon chuckled, tearful but lighter. "They're going to scream."

I grinned. "Tae's going to cry."

"Y/N's going to lecture us for hiding it."

"And Yoongi-" I laughed. "He's going to threaten to murder us for the drama."

Namjoon kissed me again, smiling against my lips. "Worth it."

"Worth it," I echoed.

That night, we didn't sleep.

We held each other. Talked through every heartbreak, every regret. We kissed until dawn broke over the city skyline.

And through it all, one truth remained:

We were home. Again.

And this time, nothing would take that away.