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

Chapter 94: All the Evidences Led to Us ⚠️

“You like us too much, hyung. Just admit it.”

Jin oppa groaned, straightening his suit when he finally let go. “I like winning.”

I smirked. “You like us.”

“like? I love you guys too much,” he mumbled.

But his eyes were soft. Way too soft for someone trying to keep up the lawyer mask.

Tae wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweater. “Thank you.” His voice cracked.

Jin oppalooked him dead in the eye.

“You don’t have to thank me. You did this. You fought for this.”

Tae inhaled, that belief finally catching in his lungs like oxygen.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I did.”

And for the first time… he believed it.

He had fought.
And he had won.
And he would never be afraid again.

Around us, the courtroom had erupted into a storm. Reporters jostled to get statements, cameras flashing, pens scratching against notepads.

Security began ushering people away from the gallery.

And then—
Hyunwoo.

He stood slowly, a few rows behind us, hands shaking, eyes rimmed red. And when Tae turned, when their eyes met—everything else faded away.

The courtroom, the cameras, the chaos.
It was just the two of them.

And something unspoken passed between them.

Hyunwoo stepped forward. Tae didn’t hesitate—he moved too.

And when they reached each other, Tae didn’t wait. He wrapped his arms around his cousin and held on tight.

Hyunwoo choked on a sob, burying his face in Tae’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

Tae’s voice broke. “Thank you. For standing with me.”

But Hyunwoo shook his head, pulling back just enough to meet Tae’s eyes.

“No, Tae. Thank you. For giving me a chance to finally make this right.”

Tae pulled him in again, tighter this time.
Around us, the courtroom buzzed—but we were still.

Taehyung turned to Jiwon next, who had been his rock through so much. His arms open, pulling them both into a trembling hug.

They embraced tightly, years of pain and hope culminating in this single moment.

Jiwon's parents joined, their faces etched with relief and love, holding Taehyung as one of their own.

Dara’s hand found mine, squeezing. I turned to see her glassy-eyed, wiping at her cheek. “He’s really free,” she whispered.

“My baby’s really free.”

Yeona was crying too, pressed against Jae, who had a hand over his mouth like he couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed.

Ha-eun clapped once before dissolving into tears, and even Trina was sobbing quietly, holding her notepad against her chest. Si woo smiled at us, relief across his face.

Our team. Our family.

Joon turned toward us, wrapping an arm around Yoongi and me at once, tugging us closer to him.

I leaned into his chest, and Yoongi leaned into mine. Jin oppa stepped forward then, standing in front of us, and for a moment—it felt like nothing else existed.