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

Chapter 77: Everything and Nothing

The best nights were the ones where we just existed.

Jin lying with his head in my lap, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while I read a book.

Me pulling him into the kitchen at 2AM, dancing with him barefoot, our laughter filling the silence.

Jin pressing sleepy kisses against my jaw, murmuring, "You're stuck with me, you know."

Me whispering back, "Good."

Three years.

Three years of stolen kisses.

Of whispered confessions.

Of Jin sneaking into my office, of me pulling him close in our bedroom, of not knowing where he ended and I began.

Three years of us.

And in my heart-

I thought we would have forever.
I thought nothing could touch us.
I thought this was it.

But I should have known better.
I should have known-

Nothing gold can stay.

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There are battles you fight.
And then there are battles you lose before you ever step onto the field.

I don't realize which one this is-
Until it's already over.
It starts with an invitation.

A call from one of my advisors about a potential investor for the Speak Yourself Foundation.

"It's an exclusive meeting," they say. "High-profile. Very discreet. But if this works out, it could change everything."

I should have been suspicious.
I should have asked more questions.
But we were at a turning point.

After years of struggle, of clawing our way to sustainability, the foundation was finally gaining momentum.

A major donor could push us into the next phase-greater outreach, expanded programs, real change.

So, I go.

I walk into a room, expecting investors.

Instead-
I find him.
Jin's father.
Kim Sungjae.

The man who built empires.
Who destroyed lives.
Who looked at the world and saw something he could bend, something he could own.

And he's looking at me-Like I am nothing.

He's sitting at the head of a long, dark wooden table.

The space is cold. Too polished. Too sterile.

A calculated power move.
He doesn't speak at first.
Just studies me.

Like he's assessing whether I am worth even the breath it would take to speak to me.

I hold my ground.