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

Chapter 74: Ski Slopes and Scandals

“So, hyung,” he drawls, blinking innocently. “Did you enjoy your extra ten minutes?”

Jin oppa grips the table, looking murderous. “Kim Taehyung—”

Tae giggles. “Because we sure did.”

I choke on air.
Jin oppa nearly flips the table.

Yoongi exhales a slow, deep breath beside me, looking infuriatingly satisfied as he stretches luxuriously, like a well-fed cat.

He tilts his head at me, mocking concern.

“Kitten, you’re looking a little—” he smirks, “—tense.”

I narrow my eyes, my whole body screaming at me.

“Yoongi, I swear to God—”

Namjoon, ever the leader of chaos, leans forward, resting his chin on his clasped hands.

“You both look wrecked, honestly,” he muses.

Oppa and I simultaneously lift our heads to glare at him.

Namjoon grins.
“You’re welcome.”

Jin groans, dropping his head onto the table. “I hate all of you.”

Yoongi hums, sipping his wine. “No, you don’t.”

Jin slams his hand onto the table, causing Tae to squeak and grab his drink before it spills.

“I DO!”

I wheeze, covering my face with my hands, my entire existence flashing before my eyes.

The waiter arrives at that exact moment, setting down our food with an awkward smile.

I don’t blame him.

The energy at this table is something that no training could ever prepare him for.

As soon as he walks away, Tae hums, spearing a bite of steak with his fork.

“So,” he says, completely unbothered. “Now that we’re all satisfied—”

Jin oppa whips around, looking ready to commit an actual crime.
“Tae.”

Tae, blinking innocently, takes a slow bite. “What?”

Joon chuckles, shaking his head as he casually cuts into his food. “He’s got a point.”

Jin oppa inhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I narrow my eyes at Tae, my brain finally catching up to one very important fact.

“Wait.” I blink. “Why didn’t we get a LoveMap notification about a Passionate Connection for you with Jin oppa or Joon or both?”

Tae tilts his head, chewing thoughtfully. “Oh.”

A beat of silence.
Then—

“Oh, I didn’t do it with them,” he says casually, waving his fork like this isn’t about to ruin our entire dinner.

“I just masturbated while I watch them.”

Dead. Silence.

Jin oppa chokes on his wine.
Namjoon pauses, fork mid-air.
Yoongi and I?

Frozen.

Tae just keeps eating like he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb at this table.

Oppa slams his glass down, coughing aggressively.

Yoongi short circuits “Y—WHAT”

Tae, still unbothered, shrugs.

“Yeah. Right in front of them, I couldn't just sit there, I mean it was really damn...long...thick...hot. I would be insane not to"