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

Chapter 63: Falling for a Menace

Yoongi hyung suddenly speaks up. "Extra pickles on mine."

I raise an eyebrow at him, amused. "Didn't know you liked pickles that much, hyung."

He shrugs. "You still don't."

I laugh as the worker confirms our order and tells us to pull up. Yoongi hyung finally shifts in his seat, watching as I drive forward.

"Picnic, huh?" he mutters. "So you really planned this."

I hum. "Well, I did bring blankets, so I was kind of hoping you'd say yes."

He pauses for a moment before glancing at me. "You really think of everything, don't you?"

I glance back at him, softer this time. "When it comes to you, hyung? Yeah."

For a second, he doesn't say anything.

Then, instead of responding, he just lifts our joined hands and squeezes.

And I swear-I feel the shift all over again.

The drive to the park is peaceful, the late afternoon sun stretching lazily across the sky, casting golden hues over the quiet streets.

The world feels slow in the best way, like everything outside of this car-outside of us-doesn't quite matter right now.

Our fingers are still intertwined, even as I maneuver the car into a parking spot.

Neither of us let go, not when I turn off the engine, not even when we sit there for a second, just existing in the moment.

Yoongi hyung shifts first, looking down at our hands, then at me, lips curling in amusement. "You're really committed to this, huh?"

I grin. "Holding hands?"

He hums. "Yeah."

I squeeze his fingers gently. "You say that like you're complaining, but you haven't let go either, hyung."

Yoongi hyung doesn't answer right away. He just huffs softly, feigning exasperation, but his grip on me tightens, just a little.

And that's enough.

We finally step out of the car, balancing our food and drinks in one hand, the blanket tucked under my arm.

Still, somehow, we manage to keep our hands together, adjusting, shifting, refusing to let go.

I laugh, nudging him as we walk toward the open park. "We look ridiculous, you know."

Yoongi hyung snorts. "We do."

I swing our hands lightly. "And yet?"

He glances at me, eyes softening for just a second before he exhales. "And yet."

The warmth spreads through my chest, the quiet certainty of it all settling in.

And as we make our way through the winding path, searching for the perfect spot, I know-this afternoon isn't just about food, or the weather, or the picnic.

It's about this.

Whatever's shifting between us.

And neither of us are stopping it.

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Yoongi's POV

The late afternoon air is crisp and cool as we walk toward an open spot overlooking the Han River.

The golden light stretches across the water, shimmering gently, making everything feel a little too peaceful, a little too perfect.

Taehyung is still holding my hand, his fingers curled loosely around mine as if he's forgotten he's even doing it.