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

Chapter 77: Everything and Nothing

He doesn't even notice it happening.

Neither do I.
Not until it's too late.

It happens in his office.
We were working late.

Jin is reviewing a legal strategy I've drafted for Speak Yourself, red pen in hand, tearing it apart with that sharp, calculating mind of his.

I'm pacing, rambling about a new initiative.

And Jin-
He's watching me.
Soft. Amused.
Completely gone.

"You're gonna change the world, Joon," he murmurs.

I stop.
Turn.
Our eyes lock.

"You could too," I say, my voice quieter now. "If you let yourself."

Silence.
Something heavy.
Something inevitable.

And then-
Jin kisses me.

It's not careful. Not hesitant.
It's a decision.

One second, we're standing inches apart, something unspoken crackling in the air between us.

And the next, his hands are in my collar, gripping the fabric like he's anchoring himself, his lips pressing against mine with a force that steals the breath from my lungs.

I freeze.

For half a second, my brain short-circuits.

Then-I'm kissing him back.

It's instinctive. Thoughtless. Needed.

My hands reach for him, one gripping his waist, the other sliding up his back, pulling him closer until there's no space between us.

And fuck-he melts into it.
Like he's been waiting for this.
Like we both have.

His lips move against mine, deliberate and slow, dragging me under, making it impossible to think.

He tastes like whiskey and mint and something undeniably him.

His fingers tighten in my shirt, pulling, gripping-like he's starving and I'm the only thing that can sate him.

The heat, the pull, the fucking gravity between us-it's unbearable.

And then-Jin tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and I let out a low, guttural sound, my grip on him tightening, my body pressing him flush against the desk.

That's when it hits me.

We can't stop.
We're past the point of pretending.
Past the point of denial.

And fuck, it feels like relief-
Until Jin suddenly pulls back, breathless, eyes dark and wrecked.

We stare at each other, our chests rising and falling in sync, our hands still gripping, holding, refusing to let go.

"...Shit," Jin mutters, his voice rough, his lips red and swollen.

I exhale sharply, my mind still spinning, my pulse still hammering.

Then, because my brain is an asshole, I murmur, "That wasn't very professional of you, Counselor."

Jin blinks.

And then-he fucking laughs.

It's hoarse, breathless, almost disbelieving.
Then-He leans in again.

And this time-
I meet him halfway.

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-Present Day-

"YOU KISSED HIM IN YOUR OFFICE?!?"