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

Chapter 68: Clay-Stained Kisses

We're close.
Too close.

His breath fans against my lips, warm and uneven, his body half-trapped beneath my own. I'm still holding his wrist.

His fingers twitch slightly, like he wants to reach for me but isn't sure if he should.

The moment stretches, thick and electric.

My gaze drops-to the fullness of his lips, parted just slightly, flushed from exertion.

"You've got something on your lips," I murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung swallows hard. "Oh?"

"Yeah." I smirk, leaning in. "Let me get it for you."

And then I kiss him.

Slow. Deep.

His sharp inhale is barely audible before he melts into me, body going pliant beneath my hands.

His lips are soft, warm, and so damn perfect against mine. The clay, the class, the entire museum-none of it exists anymore.

It's just this.

Just the way his fingers finally move-gripping my arm, pulling me in as if he needs me closer.

The way his mouth parts instinctively for me, inviting me deeper. The way he tastes-faintly like the coffee we had earlier, sweet and familiar.

I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, savoring the quiet little sigh he lets out as I slide my hand down his waist, pressing him just a little closer.

God, I could get lost in this. In him.

When I finally pull away, I don't go far. I stay close enough that our noses brush, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

"There," I murmur. "All clean."

Taehyung blinks up at me, dazed, lips red and swollen.

Then-finally-he reacts.
His face floods with color.

"You're ridiculous," he mumbles, his voice wobbly, and it's adorable.

I grin. "You started it."

Still flustered, he shoves at my chest, but it's weak-more of an excuse to push me away before he completely combusts.

"Let's actually finish the pottery before I forget why we're here!"

I laugh but don't let go of him immediately.

Instead, I press one last quick, playful kiss to his cheek before releasing his wrist.

He's still blushing as he turns back to his wheel, trying-and failing-to pretend like his hands aren't trembling slightly.

And me?

I just sit back, watching him, my own lips curling into a soft, satisfied smile.

Because he might try to hide it-but I felt it.

I felt the way he leaned into me.
I felt the way his heartbeat stuttered beneath my touch.

And most of all-
I felt the way he kissed me back.

*Buzzt*

You have reached the Romantic Connection Phase with Taehyung.

You have reached the Romantic Connection Phase with Namjoon.

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Taehyung's POV

I look at him-really look at him.