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

Chapter 63: Falling for a Menace

Taehyung's POV

We're still talking about the class when we get back to the car, our excitement lingering.

I unlock the doors, and as soon as we both slide in, I reach for the steering wheel-

But Yoongi hyung reaches for my hand.

Again.

Like it's the most natural thing. Like this is just something we do now.

His fingers wrap around mine, warm and sure, and I glance at him in surprise.

"Hyung..."

He shrugs, completely casual. "What?"

I huff a soft laugh, shaking my head as I start the engine, driving one-handed because I'll be damned if I'm the one to let go first.

We talk as I drive, voices light and easy, teasing and playful in between small, genuine moments of appreciation for the class.

"I told you we'd win," I smirk.

Yoongi hyung scoffs. "You did not. You spent the whole time flirting with me."

I grin. "That was part of my strategy."

He groans. "God, I fell for your strategy?"

I squeeze his fingers lightly. "You fall for me all the time, hyung."

Silence.

Then-a sharp inhale.

I smirk, flicking a glance at him. "Are you blushing?"

Yoongi hyung glares at me. "Watch the road, dumbass."

I chuckle but listen, focusing ahead-but his thumb is still stroking lightly over the back of my hand.

And it's distracting.

I don't mind.

At a red light, I shift slightly, turning to him. "Hyung, do you-"

Before I can finish, the sunlight catches on the bridge of his nose, casting a soft glow across his face.

Without thinking, I lean in just a little, lips curling into a slow grin.

"You've got that photographer look right now," I murmur, voice lower than necessary.

Yoongi hyung glances at me, eyebrow raised. "What look?"

I tilt my head, deliberately lazy, letting my gaze flicker over him. "Focused. Serious. Pretty."

His breath catches-so quick, so subtle that anyone else would've missed it.

But not me.

I watch the way his fingers tighten slightly on his knee, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips before he tries to look away.

And that's when I know I've got him.

I grin wider, leaning in just a fraction more. "What's wrong, hyung? Getting distracted?"

Yoongi hyung's jaw clenches. His eyes flick to me-sharp, narrowed-but there's something else underneath the irritation.

Then, without a word, his hand lifts.

Fingers brushing my jaw.

Not rough. Not teasing. Just soft.

Like he's trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing to him.