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

Chapter 92: Every Version of Us

Seoul pulsed beneath me, busy and beautiful.

Behind me, the apartment was quiet.

Jungkook was out-he hadn't said where.

....Maybe with Taehyung.

No.
No.

No!

He had told me he had rejected them.
He had told me he had chosen me.
He had promised me he wouldn't contact them anymore.

Fuck!

I'm the Villain here.
I know I am.
I am the Villain.

But can't villains get happiness too?

Because I would fight the world for him but can't the world be a little kinder to me too?

My heart clenched.

Do I really have to let go of this illusion that we were untouchable?

Do I really have to accept the fact that fate wouldn't ask anything more of us?

I leaned on the railing, phone still in hand.

The last TikTok I uploaded was blowing up. Comments like:

"Your smile heals, J-hope!"
"Sunshine in human form!"
"I wanna be like you-always happy."

They didn't know.
They never knew.
And maybe they weren't supposed to.

But it hit me then, as the wind brushed my skin and the city exhaled below me-
I wasn't afraid of the app.

I was afraid that I had been fated... and that I didn't choose him.

I was afraid that all this time, we were writing our story by hand, only to find someone else had already typed the ending.

But then I remembered Jungkook's voice-"Please, hyung. Just meet them. Just see if you feel it too."

I know he wasn't trying to replace us.
I know he was just trying to protect it.

To protect me.

But God it hurts.
And I'm so fucking scared

I closed my eyes, and for the first time in days, I didn't think of the weight of his words.

I thought of his smile.

The one that's real only for me.
The one he saves when the cameras are off. When it's just us.

I thought of him dancing barefoot in the kitchen.

Singing in the shower.
Whispering "I love you" with sleep still in his voice.

That was real.
We were real.

No algorithm should tell us otherwise.

So when I turned to go back inside, I did so with a breath that felt just a little lighter.

And I whispered into the quiet of our shared home, almost like a prayer.

"Thank you for choosing me."

And then, softly... brokenly... because it finally felt right to say it-

"I'm gonna try."

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Y/N's POV

Every day, we trained.

Not with weapons, not with fists-but with truth. With memory. With fire.

The trial was twelve days away now, and Taehyung wasn't the same man who'd first walked into Jin oppa's office all those months ago-bruised, guarded, barely able to meet anyone's eyes.