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

Chapter 63: Falling for a Menace

I should be watching the view, but all I can focus on is him.

And then-he moves.

I don't even have time to react before Taehyung shifts behind me, his arms suddenly wrapping around my torso, his chest pressing flush against my back.

I freeze.

Every nerve in my body locks in place as I feel his breath on my neck, warm and teasing, his lips so close to my ear that I barely register anything else.

His voice is quiet, a smooth hum against my skin. "You remember when you said you wanted to hear me sing again?"

My breath catches. I don't think I even said anything-I just nod.

And then, he sings.

"Stay with me 'til the end of the day
Maybe we could be slow dancing
Until the morning
We could be romancing
The night away, yeah"

The first note alone is enough to send a shiver down my spine.

His voice is deep, smooth, like velvet draped across my skin.

Every lyric is whispered against my ear, the vibrations sinking into me, his breath so warm, so slow, and I feel it all-the heat curling at the base of my stomach, the sharp inhale I take without meaning to, the way goosebumps rise along my arms.

I should say something. I should move.

But I can't.

Because his lips are still too close.

Because his fingers are gripping my waist just a little tighter.

Because his breath fans across my neck when he takes another inhale.

And he keeps singing.

"Turnin' me up and back off like this
What do you want? Do you not like it?
Stop teasin' me, boy
Now, you made me leave my heart out here"

I swear I physically feel that last lyric press into my skin.

A slow, dragging pulse runs through my body, my fingers curling into the blanket beneath me as my chest tightens-from the heat, from the ache, from the sheer weight of his voice wrapped around me.

He's not even touching me that much, but the places he is touching-his arms around me, the way his fingers press against my ribs, the way his chin nearly rests against my shoulder-feel dangerous.

I exhale, but it comes out shaky. "Tae."

He hums against my skin, the sound so low, so teasing, that it nearly breaks me.

I can't take it anymore.

I shift in his hold, turning just slightly, and when I do-our faces are too close.

Way too close.

I don't know who leans in first. I don't think it matters.

All I know is that his lips are just inches from mine, his breath warm, his eyes dark and focused, and my fingers move before I can stop them-gripping his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

His eyes flicker down to my lips.

And that's when I know.

He's just as gone as I am.

My breath catches, my pulse hammering against my ribs.

I can't think, I can't move away, I don't want to move away, and he's still looking at me like that, and-