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

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|| BTS x Reader Poly Soulmates || In a world where soulmates are confirmed with algorithms, can human connection still thrive? It's 2025, the LoveMap App promises to revolutionize how we find love. Based on intricate data, emotional intelligence, a...

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Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

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by Dandrie31

But I will not give him the satisfaction.

I lean forward, keeping my expression calm, controlled. "You talk a lot for someone who hasn't even felt what it's like to be on the receiving end."

His brows lift slightly, just enough to show his intrigue.

I smirk. "You think you're in control here?" My voice is low, measured. "You're not, baby boy."

His lips part slightly at the nickname. His breath stutters for just a second.

Gotcha.

For the first time tonight, his confidence wavers. I see it-the slight shift in his posture, the way his thighs press together under the table.

But then-he recovers.
And then-he laughs.

"Oh, hyung," he murmurs, shaking his head. "That's cute."

I freeze.

And then-he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.

"But we both know who's really suffering tonight."

That's it.
Dinner is over.

I toss my napkin on the table, stand up, and grab his wrist before he can say another word.

"We're leaving."

He just grins.

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The car ride is silent.

Not because we have nothing to say-oh no. It's because I am trying so fucking hard to focus on the road and not on the demon sitting in my passenger seat, thighs spread just wide enough to be illegal.

He shifts slightly, letting out a soft sigh. "Hyung?"

I inhale sharply. "Tae."

"Hmm?" He stretches, his shirt slipping slightly off his shoulder. "You okay?"

I grip the wheel. "No."

He smirks, dragging his fingers along his thigh. "Do you wanna be?"

I slam on the brakes in front of his apartment, throwing the car into park so fast I nearly break the gearshift.

Then I turn, eyes dark, voice dangerously low.

"You think this is funny?" I growl.

Taehyung tilts his head, pretending to be innocent. "What do you mean, hyung?"

I lean in, caging him against the seat.

"You've been teasing me all week, sending me those fucking pictures, whispering in my ear, moaning at dinner-"

He licks his lips. "You liked the moaning?"

I snap.

I grip his jaw, tilting his head back, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You wanna keep playing with me, baby?"