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

Chapter 91: The Weight of Fate

"But you still chose me,"

he said, voice soft but clear.

I nodded, gripping his hand like it was the only solid thing left.

"Always."

"I've only met Tae hyung and Y/N noona,"

I confessed.

"The others-Jin hyung, Namjoon hyung, and Yoongi hyung-they've reached out. Sent me messages. Warm messages. Kind. Like they knew I was scared. Like they didn't want to take me from anything. Just... be part of me."

I looked away.

"The last two are blank. No names. No photos. Just gray dots."

I turned back to him, voice low.

"But hyung...I-I have this feeling. This voice I-I just feel it in my soul-I know... one of them is you. I know it."

His eyes widened.

"Because...Because I-I felt the same pull with them,"

I continued, my voice breaking, pleading, convincing.

"The ones I've met. That strange magnetic thing. Like fate breathing under my skin. And I remembered...hyung I remember it felt the same as the day I met you."

We stared at each other.

That stillness.
That invisible line between us drawing tighter.

"Please, Hyung, I know-I might be asking a lot but please...please"

I whispered.

"Just meet them. Just... see. I just-please just see If you feel it too."

He hesitated.

I could see every emotion flickering in his eyes-pain, love, fear, hope.

I squeezed his hand.

"You always told me to trust my heart, hyung. I'm begging you now. Please, please trust yours."

He didn't answer right away.
Just looked at me.
And in his eyes, I saw it,

The same boy I met all those years ago.

The one who took my hand
and never let go.

The one who danced in the rain with me and laughed so loud it chased my nightmares away.

The one who loved me first.

I was terrified of losing him.

But even more than that-I was terrified he was about to choose me again.
And that maybe this time, I wouldn't be enough.

We were both crying now.

Not loud sobs, not the kind you see in movies, but the quiet, soul-deep kind.

The kind that soaks into skin and bone.

The kind you cry when the love is too big, and the fear of losing it is even bigger.

I was in his arms, and he was in mine, and everything around us felt suspended-like the world knew to give us this moment.

His hand cradled the back of my head, fingers tangling into my hair, trembling.

My face was pressed against his neck, where his skin smelled like sweat and warmth and the faint hint of the vanilla lotion he always used after showering.

I held onto him like I was drowning. Like he was the only thing tethering me to the shore.

His breath hitched near my ear. I could feel the way his chest rose and fell against mine-uneven, raw.