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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

And me?
I'm just enjoying the show.

Because oh, Tae is good.

He shifts just enough to press his weight more fully into Yoongi's side, tilting his head so his breath fans against the side of Yoongi's neck.

"Hyung," he hums, voice low.

Yoongi is so still.

"What," he grits out.

"You smell nice."

Namjoon snorts. Jin oppa slaps a hand over his mouth.

Yoongi exhales slowly, like he's counting to ten. "Taehyung."

"Mm?" Tae tilts his head up, batting his lashes.

Yoongi glares at him. "What are you doing?"

Tae just smiles.

"Nothing, hyung." His fingers trail down Yoongi's arm, featherlight. "Just appreciating my soulmate."

Yoongi short-circuits.

I swear to God, I see the moment his brain blue-screens. His entire body locks up like he's been hit with a fatal error.

Tae is relentless.

He shifts just a little more, letting his lips hover close to Yoongi's ear. "You appreciate me too, don't you, hyung?"

Yoongi chokes on air.
Oppa and I lose it.
Namjoon wheezes.

Yoongi stands up so fast that Tae nearly falls into my lap. "I-I need a drink."

He flees to the kitchen.

Tae collapses against me, cackling.

"Bear cub," I gasp, clutching my stomach. "Oh my God, you're evil."

Tae grins, utterly smug. "He wants me. He just doesn't know what to do with it yet."

Joon wipes a tear from his eye. "You're going to kill him, baby."

Jin oppa sighs, draping himself dramatically over the couch. "I love watching a man suffer."

Yoongi yells from the kitchen.
"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU."

Tae giggles, delighted.

And then-his phone vibrates.
He pulls it out, eyes flicking over the screen.

His lips curl.
And just like that, I know.
Oh, this is not over.

Because Tae-devious, beautiful, merciless Tae-has just decided to take this to the next level.

The game has only just begun.

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It's been a long week.

And I don't mean because of work.

No-this week has been long because of Taehyung.

Because Taehyung, in all his chaotic, teasing, insufferable glory, has been on a mission.

I see it in the way he moves, the way he lingers just a little too long when he's near Yoongi, the way he smirks when Yoongi looks away too fast.

I see it in the way Yoongi suffers.

Because Yoongi is trying-really trying-to pretend he's unbothered.

But I see the signs.

I see the tension in his shoulders every time Tae gets too close.

I see the way his fingers twitch whenever Tae laughs, head tilting just enough to expose the soft curve of his throat.

I see the tight set of his jaw when Tae walks past him, sweater slipping off one shoulder, like he knows exactly what he's doing.