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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

"Yes, Yoongi-hyung?"

A muscle ticks in his jaw.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun.

I grin, leaning back into Jin hyung's arms, feeling utterly content as laughter and love swirl around us.

Because for now, in this moment-before I throw myself full-force into my next mission-I have everything I could ever want.

And soon?
I'll have even more.

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Y/N's POV

I knew the moment Taehyung nestled into my lap, draping himself over me like a spoiled cat, that he was up to something.

Tae is always affectionate, always tactile-leaning, hugging, playing with fingers, tangling legs-but this? This is different.

And his target?
Min Yoongi.

Poor, unsuspecting, about-to-suffer Min Yoongi.

I know this because Tae has already won the rest of us.

But Yoongi?
Yoongi resists.

And Tae? Tae has decided that resistance is unacceptable.

It starts subtly.

A stretch that conveniently lifts his shirt just a bit higher than necessary, exposing smooth golden skin and the curve of his waist.

A sleepy sigh as he shifts in my lap, head tilting back just enough to make his throat look far too inviting.

A soft whine when I card my fingers through his hair, sweet and teasing, designed to be heard.

Yoongi doesn't react.

But I see it-the slight clench of his jaw, the way his fingers twitch around his phone, the way his eyes flicker up and away too quickly, like he's forcing himself not to look.

Tae notices too.

And if there's one thing about Kim Taehyung, it's that he doesn't back down from a challenge.

He smirks. And then-then-he makes his next move.

Tae shifts, stretching again-this time so he's not just sprawled across me but extending toward Yoongi.

One arm drapes over the back of the couch, just barely not touching Yoongi's shoulder. His legs tangle with mine as he sighs dramatically.

"Hyung," he murmurs, voice dipping into something warm, something dangerous.

Yoongi doesn't look up from his phone. "What?"

"I'm tired," Tae hums, shifting even closer. "Can I lean on you?"

I bite my lip, suppressing a grin.

Yoongi hesitates. I see the second he processes the trap, the second he realizes there's no way out of this without suffering.

But Tae doesn't wait for permission.

He leans in, cheek resting on Yoongi's shoulder, fingers playing absently with the hem of Yoongi's sleeve.

"You're warm, hyung," he murmurs.

Yoongi tenses. "I-okay."

Tae smiles against his shoulder, smug.

Namjoon, across the room, watches with thinly veiled amusement, taking a slow sip of his coke like he's observing art.

Jin oppa, beside me, nudges my knee, eyes sparkling with glee.