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

Chapter 64: Spoiled and Spellbound

As the laughter dies down, Namjoon speaks up. "So, what about us? If he's like this with Yoongi and now Y/N... what's he gonna do on our dates?"

Jin oppa squints at the screen. "Should we be scared or flattered?"

"Both," I giggle. "Definitely both."

Yoongi nods seriously. "Be afraid. Be very afraid."

Joon chuckles. "I think I'm going to need a strategy."

Oppa grins. "Good luck with that."

I sigh dramatically. "Well, guess I need to text him back."

Yoongi gives me a mischievous smile. "You have to be brave, babe. I wasn't strong enough."

"I'll try my best," I reply solemnly, hand over my heart.

"And when you're swept off your feet tomorrow," Jin oppa adds, wagging his finger, "we expect a full report."

"Oh, don't worry." I grin. "I'll have stories."

And as we all dissolve into laughter one more time, there's this quiet, undeniable truth humming beneath it all.

Kim Taehyung is absolutely going to destroy us.

And none of us would have it any other way.

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The soft chime of my doorbell startles me from my final mirror check. My heart jumps-because I know who it is.

Kim Taehyung. My ridiculous, shamelessly flirty soulmate.

With one last deep breath, I smooth my outfit down and make my way to the door, my fingers barely steady as I pull it open.

And there he is.

Standing in my doorway, Taehyung looks like sin incarnate.

The black leather bomber jacket molds to his frame like a second skin, accentuating the broad line of his shoulders, the sharp cut of his torso-pure temptation wrapped in luxury.

Beneath it, a black shirt, fitted just enough to tease the sculpted planes of his chest, the way it stretches ever so slightly across his muscles making my mouth run dry. And then-those pants.

Black leather, tight, sinful. They cling to his long legs, his thighs, in a way that should be illegal, every movement a slow, torturous display of just how obscenely gorgeous he is.