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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

Tae leaned forward again, voice practically dripping with glee.

"You wanted to kiss him, didn't you?"

Yoongi grabbed his glass of water and took a long, slow sip, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, that’s a yes," Oppa said immediately.

I gasped dramatically.

"What about you, Joon? Were you gonna kiss him?"

Namjoon's entire frame went taut, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle flickered beneath his skin.

"Oh my god," Tae whispered.

"They both wanted to."

Jin oppa wiggled his eyebrows.

"I bet it was one of those slow moments too. You know, deep breaths, heated glances, the anticipation thick enough to taste—"

"Maybe a little heavy breathing,"

Tae added, fanning himself.

I gasped again.

"The kind of moment where time slows down, and everything just—"

I clapped my hands together.

"Falls into place."

"And then Taehyung walked in,"

Jin oppa finished, sighing wistfully.

"A tragedy," I said solemnly.

"A true work of art," Tae agreed.

Oppa turned back to Namjoon and Yoongi, beaming.

"So, do you guys need us to leave, or—?"

Joon’s grip on his spoon turned rigid, the metal nearly bending under his fingers.

Tae grinned, eyes twinkling.

"Or do you want us to stay and narrate the moment for you?"

Joon exhaled sharply through his nose—a little too controlled, a little too deep, like he was forcing himself to stay composed.

Jin oppa gasped.

"Oh, we could set the mood! Maybe dim the lights? Play some soft music?"

"I can queue up a playlist," I added helpfully.

"Maybe some slow jazz—"

Joon's spoon hit the bowl with a sharp clink. His fingers twitched against the table, a telltale sign that his patience was disintegrating.

"Or!"

Tae clapped his hands together.

"Maybe we reenact the scene? Jin-hyung, come cage me against the counter!"

Jin oppa turns his body towards taehyung, all too eager.

"Oh, I love method acting—"

That was it.

Namjoon has had enough.

"That’s it."

His voice was low, guttural, the final thread snapping.

Before anyone could react, he shoved his chair back hard enough to make it screech against the floor, grabbed Yoongi’s wrist, and yanked him straight out of his seat.

"Wha—Joon—?" Yoongi spluttered, eyes wide.

Joon didn’t even look at us as he started marching towards the hallway.