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

Chapter 89: Cracks in the Constellation

"I swear, my blood pressure has gone up ten points this season."

Joon sighs dramatically beside me.

"That's the price of greatness."

Just as I'm about to suggest a five-minute water break, all our phones go off at the same time.

A soft ding, identical, harmonious-like fate clearing its throat.

I glance at mine.
My breath catches.

On the lock screen glows a bright pink pop-up from the LoveMap app

Taehyung and Jungkook have reached the Initial Connection Phase.

Silence.

Actual, genuine, soul-freezing silence.

Then-
CRASH.

Oppa's voice yells from the kitchen.

"DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?!"

Footsteps thunder down the hallway as he and Yoongi come charging back in like two panicked meerkats.

"Tell me I didn't hallucinate that,"

Yoongi pants, waving his phone in the air. His eyes are huge.

"You didn't," I whisper, still staring at the screen like it might change.

"No way," Joon says in awe, blinking down at his own notification.

"No freaking way."

All of us just sit there for a second, stunned and blinking like someone just glitched the matrix.

Yoongi is the first to break the silence.
He slowly starts grinning, eyes lighting up.

"That little shit," he says, almost reverently.

We all turn to him in sync, and then, as if on cue-start smiling too.

Not confusion. Not anger. No annoyance.

Just... joy.
Pure, warm, chest-aching joy.

"Oh my god," Jin oppa breathes.

"So that's what he's been hiding for weeks!"

"I knew it!" I say, pointing at the screen with wild eyes.

"I knew he wouldn't just sit quietly and wait. It's Taehyung. The man literally flirts with sunlight."

Yoongi chuckles, collapsing back into the couch beside me.

"He's been all... smug and secretive. Acting like he's just vibing. Please. Classic guilty crush behavior."

Jin oppa flops dramatically between us, arms flung wide.

"I told you he was up to something. Didn't I tell you?"

"You did," Joon nods, smirking.

"But you also said he was sneaking off to join a jazz band, so."

"Still counts," Oppa mutters.

We're all laughing now, the kind that bubbles up from your stomach, wild and sweet and disbelieving.

There's no jealousy or betrayal.
No weird tension.

Just a whole lot of hope.

"He likes him," I say aloud, letting it settle in my chest.

"Yeah," Joon adds, softer now.

"And Jungkook likes him back. Or... he's starting to."

Yoongi exhales, his voice lower now.

"That's huge. For Jungkook. That he even let Tae in like that..."