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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

Fuck.

"Hyung," he purrs, sliding into the seat across from me with far too much grace.

His voice is honey, slow and intoxicating. "You look good tonight."

I exhale through my nose. "You-" I grit out, ignoring the heat crawling up my spine.

"You planned this."

He tilts his head, all innocent curiosity. "Planned what?"

I glare. "You know what."

And then-then-he smirks.

"You mean dinner?" He leans in, resting his chin on his palm, fingers tracing the rim of his water glass. "Or do you mean the other thing?"

I inhale sharply, my patience hanging by a thread.

Because this bastard isn't even being subtle anymore.

He knows exactly what he's been doing-sending me those fucking thirst traps, pushing me to my limit, teasing me through every waking moment.

But tonight?
Tonight, it's different.

Because this isn't just flirtation. This is calculated warfare.

And I-I am losing.

The waiter comes by, and I force myself to look at the menu, pretending like I'm not already burning alive.

"Order for me, hyung," Taehyung murmurs, voice soft and warm. "I'll eat whatever you want."

I nearly choke.

Because that-that-wasn't about food.

I flick my eyes up, meeting his gaze, but he just smiles, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip before biting down, waiting.

Oh, fuck him.

The meal passes in a blur. Or maybe I blackout somewhere in the middle because Taehyung? He's insufferable.

He drags his fingers along the rim of his wine glass like he's tracing my skin. He moans-moans-softly when he takes a bite of food, head tilting back just enough to expose the delicate line of his throat.

And worst of all?
He keeps watching me.

Dark eyes flickering under the candlelight, full of amusement, satisfaction, like he knows exactly what he's doing and thrives on it.

And I?
I am seconds away from losing my goddamn mind.

"Hyung," he murmurs suddenly, breaking the silence between us. His voice is soft but heavy, weighted with something dangerous. "Aren't you going to ask me?"

I stiffen, knowing exactly what he means.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin, his fingers toying with the stem of his glass. "Aren't you going to ask me about the pictures?"

I swallow. "You want me to ask?"

He hums, pretending to think. "Mmm... No, I want you to admit that you liked them."

I grit my teeth. "Tae-"

"You saved them, didn't you?" he purrs.

I fucking knew he was dangerous.

His lips curl at my silence. "Did you look at them before bed?" His voice drops lower, dark and teasing. "Did you-" he pauses, tilting his head, eyes flashing, "-think about me?"

I grip my fork so tightly I nearly bend the metal.

Because the worst part?
He's right.
He knows it. I know it.
Jin hyung, Joon, and Y/N know it.