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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

"NO. We are leaving."

Jin oppa seethes, still standing in front of me like a shield, his entire body radiating fury and secondhand embarrassment.

Yoongi, smirking, reaches for a snack on the counter, casually taking a bite. "I don't know, hyung, you were pretty into it."

Oppa throws a dish towel at him.

Yoongi dodges effortlessly, laughing, making his way toward the door like he has all the time in the world.

Tae, half-dragged by Namjoon, wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Noona, you looked really into it too-"

"OUT." Oppa's voice cracks.

Namjoon, defeated, practically throws Tae out the door.

Yoongi steps out leisurely, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Congrats on the Romantic Connection update and don't forget to turn the stove back on after-"

Jin oppa slams the door in their faces.

Silence.

Just the sound of our ragged breaths.

The distant echo of Tae's cackling from outside.

And the unmistakable sound of Namjoon muttering, "Why the fuck am I in love with all of you?"

I exhale sharply, my entire body still burning, my heart still hammering, my pulse still racing for Jin oppa.

Slowly-I turn my head.

He's still standing there, chest heaving, eyes dark, jaw clenched so hard it could crack.

Our gazes lock.

And just when I think it's over-A muffled voice seeps through the door.

"Oh, and Jin hyung?"

We freeze.

Yoongi's smirking tone drips through the wood like gasoline to a fire.

"Nice stamina. Can't wait for my turn."

Jin oppa lunges for the door handle.

"MIN YOONGI, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-"

Laughter explodes from the other side as footsteps retreat, Tae's cackling now borderline feral.

Oppa exhales a long, murderous breath, hand still gripping the door like he's debating chasing them down.

I press a trembling hand to my chest, still breathless, still wrecked beyond repair.

Jin oppa doesn't move.

He stands there, motionless, breathless, muscles locked so tight that I can practically see the tension rippling beneath his skin.

His shoulders rise and fall with each ragged inhale, his chest still heaving from the heat between us-heat that hasn't faded.

Not even close.

I'm still perched on the kitchen counter, my legs spread where he stood between them only moments ago.

My body is still thrumming, still burning, still aching. My skin feels hot and flushed, my pulse erratic, my lips tingling from his kiss.

And my breasts-
They're still out. Perky. Flushed.

My nipples hardened from the cool air, from the heat of his mouth moments ago, from the sheer intensity of his gaze as he slowly-so painfully slowly-turns back toward me.