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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

I smile, something warm and full settling in my chest.

He's right.
For now, we have this.

We settle in together, tangled up on the couch like we belong there-because we do.

Jin hyung sits in the middle, his arm draped around me while I lean into him.

Joon hyung is on my other side, legs stretched out, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against noona's thigh.

Y/n noona perches on the arm of the couch, close enough to reach out and toy with my curls every so often.

And Yoongi hyung, my emotionally constipated soulmate, settles onto the floor in front of me, his back resting against my legs.

We eat, we talk, we tease.

They want every detail of our date, and I give it to them-the museum, the pottery class, the clay fight that got Joonie hyung and me very messy.

"You really got clay on his face?" noona cackles.

"Multiple times," Joon hyung grumbles.

Jin hyung wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye. "That's my boy."

Yoongi hyung smirks, gaze flickering up to me. "Did you at least make something decent?"

I huff. "Define decent."

He glances at Joon hyung, who groans. "It was horrific, hyung. Absolutely horrific."

Laughter fills the room again, easy and warm.

I sigh happily, stretching out like a cat between them.

This-this is perfect.

But as I lean back against Jin hyung's chest, my fingers absentmindedly stroking through Yoongi hyung's soft hair where he sits on the floor, a new thought sneaks into my head.

Now that I've leveled up my connection with everyone...It's time for my next mission.

Make Yoongi-hyung snap.

Oh, I know he wants me. He tries to act unbothered, but I see the way his eyes follow me, the way his fingers hesitate before touching, the way his breath catches when I get too close.

Those times we almost kissed were enough proof.

But I want him to initiate.
I want him to want me as much as I want him.

And infuriating.
And I will break him.

Starting now.

I lean forward, my lips dangerously close to Yoongi hyung's ear.

"Hyung," I purr, dragging my fingers down the back of his neck. "Aren't you going to congratulate me properly?"

Yoongi hyung chokes on his drink.

Jin hyung howls with laughter.

Joon hyung smirks, sipping his coke like he's watching the best drama unfold.

"Oh, this is getting good."

Y/N noona, bless her, leans in with barely contained delight.

"I love this for you, Yoongs."

Yoongi hyung grumbles, glaring at everyone. "I hate this for me."

I grin, my hand trailing down to rest lightly on his shoulder, my touch featherlight.

"Hate it, hyung?" I murmur, tilting my head. "Or are you just scared?"

He glares at me. "Taehyung."