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

Chapter 77: Everything and Nothing

So-
I don't fight.
I don't argue.

I just-

"Understood."

The words taste like blood in my mouth.

Kim Sungjae nods.

Like he expected this.
Like he knew-before I even stepped into this room-how this would end.

"Good."

And then-he dismisses me.
Like I was never even there.
Like I never mattered.

I walk out of that room-
And the weight of it crushes me.

The decision.
The loss.
The inevitability of it all.

Because this was never a battle I was meant to win.

This was a war fought long before I was ever in the picture.

And I am just collateral damage.

But Jin-Jin will never be.
I won't let him be.

So, I make the choice.
And I leave.

The second the car door slams shut, I break.

Not just break-I shatter.

A strangled, wrecked sob tears from my throat, so sharp, so raw, it feels like my ribs are caving in, like my chest is being ripped open from the inside.

"No-no, no, no, no, no-"

The words fall out of me in broken gasps, my hands clawing at my chest like I can somehow dig the pain out.

"FUCK!"

I slam my fists against the steering wheel.

Once.
Twice.

Again. Again. Again.

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!"

I can't breathe.

I. can't. breathe.

My chest heaves, but no air comes.

Just more sobs.

More gut-eating, soul-crushing, agony-filled sobs.

"Jin-"

His name rips from my throat, a broken plea, a prayer to a god that isn't listening.

"Jin, Jin, Jin-fuck, please-"

I double over, forehead slamming against the wheel, my whole body trembling, convulsing under the weight of it.

"I can't-I can't do this-"

My voice cracks, splintering into jagged edges.

"I don't want this-I don't-fuck-"

I squeeze my eyes shut, but all I see is him.
Jin-his fucking smile. His eyes when he looks at me like I'm his whole damn world.

The way he laughs, breathes, exists.
The way he's going to look at me when I break his heart.

A scream rips out of me.

"FUCK-!"

I hit the dashboard, hard, my knuckles splitting, but I don't care.

I want to feel something else.
Anything else.

But there's nothing except this pain, this all-consuming, chest-crushing, breath-stealing pain.

Because I'm about to lose him.

Jin.

The man I love more than anything.

More than my own life.

More than the goddamn air in my lungs.

"Jin-"

I choke out, voice wrecked beyond recognition.

"I love you, I love you, I love you-"

But he'll never hear it.

Because I have to leave him.
I have to.

And that-That's the worst fucking part.

So I sit there, shaking, heaving, sobbing like a man being torn apart at the seams.

Like a man who just lost his everything.