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

Chapter 80: Love, Laughter & Liquor

Yoongi, watching him closely, smirks.

"Actually, yeah. I would."

The electricity in the air is instant, crackling between them like a live wire.

Jin oppa notices it too, sighing dramatically as he gestures between them.

"See? This is what I'm talking about. The tension."

Tae nods furiously. "They need an intervention."

Namjoon, still grinning, raises his glass.

"Or a solution."

Then he winks at Yoongi.

Yoongi looks genuinely flustered.

"I hate this game."

"Liar," Tae says immediately.

"You love this game."

Oppa groans. "We all love this game, but I swear to God, if you two don't do something about that"-he waves between Yoongi and Namjoon aggressively-"I'm gonna lock you in a room together."

Joon's smile widens at that. "Wouldn't be the worst thing."

Yoongi glares. "I'll murder you."

Tae snorts. "See? That's not a denial. That's just violent foreplay."

Jin oppa slams a hand down.

"That's it. We're switching to Truth or Dare."

I gasp in delight. "YES. The perfect excuse for them to stop making us suffer and just kiss already."

Namjoon, still looking utterly pleased, nods. "Sounds fair."

Yoongi groans as everyone cheers in agreement. "I hate all of you."

Jin oppa pats his shoulder.

"No, you love us."

Yoongi sighs dramatically, looking up at the ceiling as if praying for strength.

"Unfortunately."

Tae, still riding high on the chaos, leans in with a devious smirk.

"Alright. Never have I ever..." He pauses, dragging it out just to be dramatic before dropping the bomb-

"Hooked up somewhere ridiculously risky."

A collective groan rumbles through the group as multiple people reach for their drinks.

Jin oppa sighs, already bracing himself as he takes a sip. "I hate this game."

Tae gasps, clutching his chest.

"Hyung! You?"

Jin glares. "I was young. Shut up."

Yoongi, raising his drink and eyeing it with zero shame, smirks. "Define ridiculously risky."

Namjoon snorts. "If you have to ask, you're guilty."

Yoongi just shrugs.

I look at Jin oppa, eyes dancing with delight. "Okay, okay, I need details. Where?"

"Nope." Oppa shakes his head. "Not happening."

But that only makes it worse because now everyone is invested.

Joon, looking far too entertained, leans forward. "Come on, hyung. Give us something."

Jin oppa sighs like he's being tortured.

Then, grumbling, he mutters,
"A courthouse."

There's a beat of silence-
Then absolute chaos.