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

Chapter 68: Clay-Stained Kisses

The moment we step inside, Taehyung's eyes light up like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

The museum is breathtaking-grand marble columns stretch toward the ceiling, where bright lights warm and skylight cast a glow highlighting each piece.

The air is thick with history, with stories, and I can already feel the weight of every brushstroke, every sculpture, every soul that poured themselves into their work.

I love places like this.

And Taehyung? He loves me.

I see it in the way he watches my face instead of the art as we step into the first gallery. His eyes drink in my reactions, as if I'm the masterpiece he came here to see.

"Hyung," he murmurs, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Happy?"

I glance down at him, my heart swelling.
I don't say yes. I don't need to. I just lift our joined hands and press a kiss to the back of his.

Taehyung exhales softly, his grip tightening, and for a moment, we just stand there.

Two lovers in a museum.

Timeless.

We take our time exploring the first exhibit, wandering through rows of oil paintings that date back centuries. Taehyung, naturally, is dramatic about it.

He gasps loudly in front of a 17th-century portrait of a noblewoman. "Hyung, look at her. This queen is judging everyone in this room."

I snort, eyeing the painting. "She really is."

Taehyung sighs wistfully. "I aspire to her level of pettiness."

I shake my head fondly before pointing at a different portrait, one of a Korean scholar in traditional hanbok.

"This one, though. You can tell he's about to drop the most philosophical poetry of the century."

Taehyung nods solemnly. "He definitely has a secret lover he writes letters to at midnight."