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

Chapter 65: Jazz Bars to Bed Sheets 🔥

Tae speaks up again, voice quieter but firmer. "I think about how much we'll have to balance. How Jin hyung and Joon hyung fits into... this."

I know what he means. How do you balance the kind of love that's meant to stretch across more than one heart?

"We're figuring it out," I whisper. "And we'll figure it out together."

His gaze softens. "You think they're scared too?"

"Joon and Jin Oppa?" I ask.

He nods.

"Definitely," I say. "But they're brave. And I think they want this as much as we do."

Tae exhales, shoulders relaxing slightly. "You're right."

A pause. Then he leans forward, dangerously close, voice dipping into that velvet-smooth register that makes my breath hitch.

"I just want to be enough for you," he murmurs. "For Jin hyung, For Joon hyung, For Yoongi Hyung...For them who we've yet to meet."

I squeeze his hand tighter, locking eyes with him. "Tae... you already are."

The look on his face is so open, so vulnerable, it feels like I've been trusted with something precious.

"I'm trying to be more," he whispers.

"You already are everything," I say. "Even when you're being a menace."

That earns me a soft, crooked smile. "Thank you."

His voice stays low. "I needed to hear that."

The warmth between us intensifies, laced with something deeper now-a bond not just built on teasing or flirtation, but something rooted in trust, in shared fears, in knowing.

And for the first time in a long time, I don't feel overwhelmed by the idea of loving many.

Because sitting across from Taehyung, I know we're already building the foundation, brick by brick.

And love? It has more than enough space for all of us.

Then, his voice shifts again, low and teasing. "Also, you're incredibly hot when you get all heartfelt like that."

I nearly choke on my drink.

He leans in, whispering near my ear. "Makes me want to do very bad things to you."

I squeeze his hand tighter, pulse racing. "Tae."

"Yes, noona?" he replies innocently, lips brushing my ear.

I swear I'll combust.

But then, in a rare moment of restraint, he pulls back with a wink and sips his whiskey, acting like he didn't just emotionally and physically wreck me at the same time.

"You're dangerous," I murmur.

He smiles softly. "Only for you."

And somehow, despite all the teasing, despite all the flirting, there's something deeper behind it.