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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

We move to the kitchen, rolling up our sleeves, the space filling with the rich, spicy aroma of kimchi as we start preparing dinner.

Jin oppa stands at the stove, expertly stirring the kimchi jjigae, his expression relaxed and focused.

I chop green onions for the side dishes, sneaking glances at him every now and then.

He looks so... soft like this.

Not the ruthless lawyer.
Not the man constantly holding up shields.

Yeontan and Wacha finish their meal, then scurry out of the kitchen, off to play-giving us a rare moment of quiet.

"This feels nice," I murmur, sliding the chopped onions into a dish.

Jin oppa hums, glancing at me. "Yeah?"

I nod, watching as he tastes the broth, his nose scrunching in concentration.

He's so ridiculously handsome that it physically pains me.

Jin oppa catches me staring and smirks. "You keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I might start thinking you're in love with me."

I huff, reaching over to flick flour at him. "You are so annoying."

He laughs, dodging easily, but then-
I yelp as he suddenly grabs my wrist, pulling me toward him in one swift motion.

My breath catches.
His face is so close.

Too close.

Jin oppa's eyes flicker between mine, something deep and unreadable swirling in them.

His voice drops.
"Tell me to stop."

I can't.
I won't.
I want this.

Slowly-so painfully slowly-he leans in.
And then-he kisses me.

It starts as the softest brush of lips, like the moment before a storm-hesitant, tender, savoring.

But then-Jin oppa deepens it, pressing more firmly, his lips moving against mine with slow, aching intensity.

A shiver races down my spine. He cups my face with both hands, fingers splayed across my cheeks like he's memorizing every inch of me. Like he can't believe this is real.

I sigh into him, melting, my hands slipping up his chest, curling into the soft fabric of his sweater. He's warm, solid, and when I pull him closer, he exhales sharply against my lips, like I've just stolen the air from his lungs.

And then-the kiss shifts.

It's no longer just soft and sweet. It's deeper. Hungrier.

His mouth moves over mine with more urgency now, tasting, teasing, devouring. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, coaxing, asking, and I part for him without hesitation.