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

Chapter 65: Jazz Bars to Bed Sheets 🔥

"I need you."

I open my mouth to reply, but all I can manage is a breathless nod.

Taehyung grins, sharp and wrecked.

And just like that, he grabs my hand, lacing our fingers tight, and leads me off the dance floor like a man on a mission.

Because whatever's waiting for us after this?

We both know the dam has cracked.

And there's no going back.

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We barely make it out of the jazz bar.

I'm gripping Taehyung's hand as we practically half-jog toward his car, hearts pounding, breaths ragged.

The night air is cool against my overheated skin, but nothing-not even the chill-can douse the fire coursing between us.

As soon as we're in the car, the doors slamming shut behind us, the dashboard lights up with a familiar sound.

*Bzzzt*

Both our phones vibrate simultaneously.
I glance down at the notification, breath still catching from that kiss on the dance floor.

You have reached the Romantic Connection phase with Taehyung.

Taehyung's eyes flick to his own phone, and then to mine. His smirk is slow, dangerous, as his voice drops to a rumble.

"You've got to be kidding me," he says, breathless. "The app really just validated us right now?"

I can barely form a response, because the tension in the air snaps like a livewire.

And then?
We're on each other.

Tae lunges across the center console, lips crashing into mine with reckless abandon.

My hands tangle in his hair as he presses me back against the passenger seat, his kiss searing and hungry.

His mouth moves against mine like he's been starving for this. For me.

"For real," he growls against my lips between kisses, "romantic connection confirmed."

I gasp, dragging him closer, tugging at the collar of his shirt as his hand slides up my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh like he's holding on for dear life.

"Hell yeah, we did," I whisper, breathless, before he kisses me again-deeper, slower, like he's savoring every second.

"God, you're perfect," he murmurs, kissing down my jaw, then my neck. His lips graze over my pulse point before nipping at it lightly, making me whimper.

"Tae," I moan, arching into him as his hand splays wider over my thigh, thumb tracing slow circles up the bare skin. My dress has ridden dangerously high, but neither of us care.