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

Chapter 63: Falling for a Menace

Or maybe he hasn't. Maybe he's just refusing to let go.

Not that I mind.

It's been happening all day-these touches, these moments, these shifts between us.

It's not like Taehyung hasn't always been affectionate, but today?

Today, he's been something else.

Bolder. More deliberate. More aggressive.

I don't know when it started, but I know that I haven't stopped him.

And I don't want to.

"Here," Taehyung says, stopping suddenly.

I nearly stumble at the abrupt halt, but he just grins at me, tugging our joined hands lightly before gesturing toward the grass.

The view here is breathtaking-the Han River stretching wide, the city skyline glowing softly in the distance, the gentle hum of life carrying on around us.

"This is the spot," he declares confidently, as if he owns this part of the world.

I huff a laugh, squeezing his fingers briefly before attempting to let go. "We should set up."

But the moment I try to pull my hand away, he pouts.

Actually pouts.

I blink. "Tae-"

"Just a little longer," he whines, dramatically holding onto my fingers like I'm trying to steal something precious from him.

"What if I never get to hold your hand again?"

I roll my eyes, but my chest feels warm. "You've been holding it all day."

"And?" He blinks at me, completely unrepentant. "I don't see the problem."

I shake my head, chuckling as I finally manage to pry my fingers from his.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, watching mournfully as I unfold the blanket and spread it out over the grass.

"Guess I'll have to wait," he mutters, arms crossed as he watches me work.

I glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. "You're acting like I broke up with you."

Taehyung grins. "Wouldn't dream of it, hyung."

I don't respond to that, don't even know if I can, so I focus on adjusting the blanket until it's perfect.

Once it's done, Taehyung immediately flops down onto it with a satisfied sigh. I follow, sitting beside him as he starts unpacking our food.

The sandwiches are still warm, the drinks cool against our palms, and for a moment, everything feels easy. Simple.

Like this is just something we do.

Like this is something we've always done.

We eat in comfortable silence at first, the sound of the river filling the spaces between us.