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

Chapter 64: Spoiled and Spellbound

His dark hair is tousled to perfection, strands falling over his forehead like he's just been thoroughly kissed-or like he's about to be. It makes my fingers ache, my breath hitch, my mind spiral into dangerous territory.

He's leaning against the doorframe, exuding effortless confidence, his dark eyes drinking me in, amusement flickering at the corner of his lips. Like he knows exactly how wrecked I am just from looking at him.

And then-

The final blow.

He lifts a hand, revealing a bouquet of soft pink roses, a contrast so maddeningly sweet against the raw sex appeal radiating from him that my knees threaten to buckle.

I swallow hard.

I might actually combust.

The sight of him-his warm brown eyes shining, his lips curling into that devastating smirk-is enough to make my brain short-circuit for a full three seconds.

Then he tilts his head, lips parting slightly as his gaze sweeps over me.

"Wow."

I blink. "What?"

Taehyung just grins, slow and devastating. "You look so beautiful, I forgot what I was gonna say."

Oh.

OH.

I barely have time to process that before he's holding out the bouquet.

"For you, noona." His voice drops to a honeyed murmur, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You deserve the prettiest flowers, but even these don't compare to you."

I squeak. Actually squeak. Because what the hell.

I take the bouquet, still half-dazed. The roses are soft, delicate, and smell incredible. Like they were handpicked from the most enchanted garden in existence.

"Tae, these are..." I shake my head, smiling despite my flustered state. "They're beautiful."

His eyes soften.

"Good. Only the best for you." Then, before I can react, he leans in, his voice lowering to a playful whisper. "You also smell amazing, by the way."

I nearly drop the roses. "Tae-"

He just chuckles, straightening up, looking way too pleased with himself. "Are you blushing already, noona?"

I am, but he doesn't need to know that.

Before I can throw a flirty remark back, a small movement catches Taehyung's eye.

His entire expression lights up.

"Oh my god. Wacha!!!!"

I turn just in time to see my cat perched on the armrest of the couch, staring at Taehyung with wide, suspicious eyes.

Taehyung gasps. Actually gasps.

"Wacha! I missed you!!!! Come here, pretty baby!"

And just like that, he's gone. Completely ignoring me in favor of my cat.

I watch, utterly amused, as Tae crouches down, extending his hand like he's waiting for royalty to grant him permission. His face is pure joy.

"I missed you so much!!! Look at that face!"

Wacha, however, is not charmed.

She stares at him. Blinks once. And then?

She bolts.