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

Chapter 77: Everything and Nothing

A shooting star.

I nudged him. "Make a wish."

Jin's gaze lingered on mine.

For a moment, he didn't look away.
Didn't turn to the sky.
Didn't even blink.

Then-quietly, almost too softly-
He murmured, "I don't need to."

My breath caught.

A slow, devastating realization settled between us.

He wasn't talking about the stars.
He was talking about this.
About us.

And suddenly-suddenly, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I leaned in.
Jin didn't move.
Didn't pull away.
Just waited.

His breath ghosted against my lips, warm and steady, his entire body still, like he was afraid to break whatever this moment was.
So, I broke it for him.

I kissed him.
And it was-Fucking devastating.

All-consuming.

Like months of tension unraveling in a single, breathtaking moment.

Jin inhaled sharply, and then-then he melted.

His hands found my coat, gripping tight, pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine, slow and deep, like he was memorizing the shape of me, like he was starving for it.

For me.

I didn't hesitate.

I curled my fingers into his scarf, tilting my head, deepening the kiss, letting the taste of whiskey and winter and him drown me whole.

Jin let out a quiet, wrecked sound-the kind of sound that shot straight through my chest and settled deep in my bones.

And fuck-
I wanted more.

More of his hands on me.
More of his breath against my skin.
More of this pull, this gravity, this thing between us that we'd been pretending didn't exist.

Jin felt it, too.

I knew because when I shifted, when I slid a hand up his neck and tangled my fingers into his hair-He shuddered.

And then-he kissed me harder.
Desperate. Needy.

Like he'd been waiting for this just as long as I had.
Like this was inevitable.
Like he knew.

There was no turning back.
There was no pretending this didn't mean something.

Because it did.
It did.

When we finally pulled apart, we were breathless.

Jin's forehead rested against mine, his hands still curled in my coat, his lips red and swollen, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

I swallowed hard.

My voice came out rough. "Jin-"

He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly.
And then-softly, almost brokenly-
He whispered, "Don't stop."

So, I didn't.

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Falling in love with Jin wasn't sudden.
It was inevitable.

A slow, steady collapse.

Like a star burning too bright before finally surrendering to gravity.

Our relationship began in the quiet spaces between obligations.

Between cases, between meetings, between the expectations the world had for us.

Between the people who would never understand.