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

Chapter 74: Ski Slopes and Scandals

"and I mean... THICK, loooonnnngggg, hot" as he winks at Joon.

Our heads snap at Joon who's coughing furiously.

The collective horrified silence is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Yoongi blinks rapidly, turning to look at Jin and Namjoon.

Jin looks seconds from combusting.

Namjoon after surviving his fits of cough, chuckles at Tae, amused.

Tae, oblivious to our suffering, takes another bite. “Honestly? I wanted to join but I feared for my life. Joon hyung was relentless. Jin hyung couldn't even breathe at one point”

Joon just laughs as Jin oppa sighs his head down.

Yoongi grips my thigh under the table like he needs support.

I sputter, my face burning. “You—you just—”

Tae nods enthusiastically. “Mhm. Right in front of them. While Joon hyung rams jin hyung to the mattress really hard while choking him.”

Namjoon snorts, rubbing his jaw. “I mean, it was a good show, for the both of us. I loved it. You were really hot Tae.”

Jin oppa slams his fist onto the table.

“KIM NAMJOON, WHAT THE FUCK.”

Yoongi makes a strangled sound beside me.

I am too stunned to speak.

Tae grins, completely unashamed. “I mean, it started off innocent—”

Oppa throws his napkin onto the table. “LIES.”

Tae giggles, eyes sparkling. “No, really! I was just lying there, watching Joon hyung practically shove Jin hyung's face into the pillow as he drills him almost standing at the bed—”

Oppa slams his forehead onto the table.

“—and then I just got the urge, ofcourse how could I not, with joon hyung basically ravaging jin hyung in front of me. So I thought, why not?” Tae shrugs.

“And I knew they wouldn’t stop me.”

I gape at Jin and Namjoon, completely flabbergasted.

Jin oppa makes a noise that sounds suspiciously close to a whimper.

Namjoon?

That bastard just smirks. “He’s not wrong.”

Yoongi visibly twitches beside me.

I know that look.
That is the look of a man on a mission.

Sure enough—

Yoongi leans forward, propping his elbows on the table, eyeing Jin and Namjoon darkly.

“Well,” he says, voice silky smooth, “guess I need to up my game.”

Oppa’s head snaps up, eyes wide.

“NO.”

Yoongi smirks.

And then—he grabs my chin, tilts my head, and kisses me.

Hot. Slow. Possessive.

I squeak, gripping his shirt as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he’s staking a claim.

Tae gasps dramatically. “Oh my God.”

Namjoon, entirely too entertained, leans back in his chair, watching with amusement.

Jin oppa?

Jin oppa stands up so fast, his chair scrapes against the floor.

“ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT.”