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

Chapter 76: Lines, Crossed & Unspoken 🔥

Taehyung props his chin on his hand, still gleeful from Joon's suffering.

"Well? Spill."

Jin oppa and Namjoon exchange a glance.

Then-oppa smirks.

"...Wanna tell them?"

Namjoon tilts his head, considering.
His lips curve-just slightly.

And then-

"Sure."

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-Flashback, Seven Years Ago-

Namjoon's POV

The first time I met Kim Seokjin, I thought two things.

First, Fuck. He's actually even more handsome in real life.

Second, I have never wanted to punch and kiss someone in equal measure before.

The bar Dara picked was one of those sleek, dimly lit places in Gangnam-too expensive, too curated, too full of people who measured their worth in stock options and last names.

I hated these places.

But Dara had texted me an hour ago, insisting this was "important."

And since Dara Lee was one of the only corporate allies actually funding Speak Yourself Foundation, I couldn't exactly ignore her.

So, here I was.

I pushed through the heavy doors, my shoulders tight from the day's meetings, my mind still running through budget gaps, upcoming project deadlines, and the latest ridiculous bureaucratic red tape the government had thrown at me.

I didn't expect him.

Didn't expect to walk in and see Kim Seokjin sitting there, already two drinks deep, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, looking like every vice and virtue tied together in one infuriatingly attractive package.

I stopped mid-step.
And he looked up.

Our eyes met.
Something slammed into my chest-hard.

Like a recognition I didn't understand.