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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

"Again!" I added.

Taehyung groaned again, collapsing onto the table like the weight of his crimes was too much to bear.

"Why does this keep happening to me?!"

"What do you mean you!?"

Jin oppa squints at him.

"Why does this keep happening to all of us?" Jin countered.

"You have the worst timing, Tae."

"Yeah, how do you always manage to bumble in right when one of us are about to—" I made a vague but telling hand gesture.

Tae groaned even louder.

"Okay, okay, I get it! I ruined it!"

Jin oppa nodded solemnly.

"This is why we can’t have nice things."

We all turned back toward them, three pairs of knowing eyes locking onto their increasingly uncomfortable figures.

Yoongi stiff as a board.

His hand frozen midair, chopsticks hovering just above his bowl.

His ears are red.

Tomato Red.

Namjoon exhaled slowly through his nose, shoulders rising and falling.

Jin oppasmirked. "Oh, this is too good."

Joon’s grip on his spoon tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Across from him, Yoongs looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.

Tae leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes twinkling with pure mischief.

"Hyung," he sing-songed, dragging out the words like he was savoring them,

"were you about to kiss Joon-hyung in the kitchen?"

Yoongi flinched so hard he nearly dropped his chopsticks. "Shut up."

Jin oppa gasped, slapping a hand over his chest like he’d been personally wounded.

"Oh my god. You were!"

"I wasn’t—"

"You were!" I cut in, slapping the table.

"Fucking Finally! This is incredible!"

Tae cackled, nudging Oppa with his elbow.

"Hyung. We did it again."

"We did it again." Jin fake-wiped a tear from his eye.

"Truly, our talent is immeasurable."

"Honestly, at this point, they should be paying us for keeping their tension alive,"

I added, grinning.

Yoongs groaned, dragging a hand down his face like this was physically painful.

"Wait, wait, wait—" Jin oppa held up a finger, grinning.

"So let me get this straight. The two of you, alone, in the kitchen, standing that close, all but devouring each other with your eyes—"

"And then poof!"

Tae clapped his hands together.

"Cockblocked by yours truly."

Oppa snickered. "Taehyung, you have a gift."

"I really do."

Joon’s jaw was so tight it looked like he was grinding his molars into dust.

"Yoongi-hyung, be honest."