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

Chapter 65: Jazz Bars to Bed Sheets 🔥

Something safe.
Something grounding.

Because beneath the devilish smirks and whispered promises, I see him.

The boy who survived too much. The man who's learned how to love anyway.

And in this dimly lit jazz bar, with a storm of emotions swirling quietly between us, I realize-I wouldn't trade this for anything.

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The soft hum of jazz swells around us as we sit nestled in our booth, the world outside the velvet shadows of the bar fading away.

Taehyung's gaze is heavy on me, but softer now, like velvet over steel. His fingers trace lazy circles against the back of my hand, sending shivers up my spine.

Then, without warning, he leans in, voice low and dark. "Dance with me, noona."

I blink, caught off guard. "Here?"

He tilts his head toward the open space near the stage where couples slowly sway, lost in their own little worlds under the dim glow of golden light.

His grin turns wicked, eyes dark and glinting. "Yeah. Right here."

Before I can find an excuse-or brace my poor heart-he's already standing, extending a hand toward me.

My pulse spikes as I let him pull me up, his palm warm and steady in mine.

As we step onto the dance floor, the smooth, slow notes of the saxophone fill the air, the band playing a sultry rendition of an old jazz classic.

Taehyung's hand finds my waist, firm and possessive, pulling me flush against him. His other hand laces our fingers together, his thumb grazing softly over my knuckles.

We sway slowly, bodies barely brushing but charged like we're dancing on a live wire.

"You're breathtaking," he murmurs, eyes dropping to my lips before flicking back up to meet my gaze.

I swallow hard, heat pooling low in my stomach. "You're-" my voice falters as he leans in closer, his breath fanning across my cheek, "-too much."

He grins, but there's something dangerous in the softness of it. "Say it like it's a bad thing."

I let out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of his body, the precise way his hand at my waist dips slightly lower, fingers splaying over my hip.

"You're really going for it tonight," I whisper.

His voice is velvet and smoke. "For you? Always."

We keep moving to the rhythm, our bodies molding effortlessly as if we've danced like this a thousand times before.

Taehyung's eyes never leave mine, not for a second.

"You make me feel..." he trails off, searching for the word. "Like I want to devour every second with you."