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

Chapter 67: Fairy Lights and First Kisses

Tae pouts, his cheeks flushed. “Hyung, you’re supposed to support me, not laugh at my downfall.”

“I am supporting you,” I say between snickers. “Physically, at least.”

And I am—my hands are on his waist, keeping him upright as he clings to me for dear life.

He huffs but quickly breaks into giggles. “I really suck at this.”

“Yes,” I confirm, grinning. “Yes, you do.”

But instead of being discouraged, he laughs even harder. “Well, at least I look cute suffering.”

“You do. You're hilariously adorable,” I laughed.

"I can't help but totally love you" I mutter without thinking.

Taehyung freezes.
My stomach plummets.

Oh.

Did I just say that out loud?

Tae blinks up at me, his grip on my hands tightening slightly. “What was that, hyung?”

I clear my throat, suddenly hyper-aware of how close we are. “I—I said you look like a mess.”

Lies.

LIES.

Tae smirks, his confidence returning instantly. “Mmhm. Sure you did.”

I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Just—just focus on skating, you menace.”

He giggles but finally lets me guide him properly. I hold his hands firmly, leading him step by step.

“Okay, move your feet slowly. No stomping. Just glide.”

Taehyung nods seriously, determination shining in his eyes.

Then he immediately slips again.
I catch him—again.
And we both dissolve into breathless laughter.

Slowly, we find a rhythm. The fairy lights twinkling around the rink reflect off the frozen surface, tiny constellations dancing beneath our feet.

I keep my hands on his waist, guiding him, while he grips my arms, trusting me completely. It’s warm, intimate, effortless.

His laughter fades into something softer, his gaze turning… different.

Something shifts.

The world around us seems to blur, the music, the voices, the passing skaters all fading into the background.

It’s just us now.

And suddenly, I realize how close we are.

Taehyung is still holding onto me, his fingers curled into the fabric of my hoodie.

I can feel his heartbeat against mine, can see the way his breath catches slightly when I tighten my grip on his hands.

My fingers twitch on his waist.

His eyes flicker to my lips.

And before I can even think—
He leans in.

We kiss.

It’s soft at first, hesitant, like neither of us wants to break the moment.

Then it deepens.

Taehyung exhales sharply, his hands sliding up to my shoulders, clutching onto me like I’m the only thing keeping him upright. My fingers tighten on his waist, pulling him closer, grounding him.

The cold air is sharp against my skin, but his lips are warm—so warm.

He tastes like cinammon.
Sweet, addicting, mine.