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

Chapter 94: All the Evidences Led to Us ⚠️

Hyunwoo wiped at his face.

“Because it’s not about me. It never was. It’s about him.”

His voice softened.

“I couldn’t change what I did. But I can stand beside him now.”

Tae rose slowly to his feet.
And walked forward.

The moment his arms wrapped around Hyunwoo, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I sobbed into my hands.

Joon wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him, steady and warm. Yoongi turned away, hand over his face, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

“I’m so sorry,” Hyunwoo cried.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

And Tae?
Tae just held him.

Like forgiveness wasn’t a gift he had to earn, but a truth they were both ready to carry together.

Jin oppa stood still, his chest rising and falling slowly. His voice was quiet—thick.

“No further questions.”

When Hyunwoo stepped down, he didn’t look at his parents. Not once.

They looked like ghosts.
Pale. Shaken. Defeated.

Because their own son had chosen the truth.

And the jury?
The jury had seen it.

Taehyung.

He wasn’t standing there because he survived alone.

He was standing because we survived this together.

Because love held him up—ours, his, all of it.

And whatever verdict came next?
We were already winning.

Because he wasn’t just ours to protect anymore.

He was his own.
Finally, fully, his own.

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The courtroom was silent.

Not the stillness of routine, not the kind that settles between testimonies—but the kind that clings.

Hyunwoo’s voice still echoed in my ears.
He told the truth—plain, brutal, and steady.

About the bruises. The manipulation.

The years spent watching his cousin suffer in silence while being taught to do the same.

About the silence they both had been forced to live inside.

Hyunwoo had held his head high the entire time, voice trembling but clear, meeting his father’s eyes without flinching.

He had chosen this.

Chosen to stand beside Taehyung.
Chosen to tear open every wound he’d once tried to bury, for the sake of healing something bigger than himself.

And now?
Now it was his turn—Mr. Choi’s.

He stood stiffly, like his suit might still save him. Like he could hide behind its sharp lines and silk tie.

But nothing could cover the cracks now. Not after what Hyunwoo had laid bare.

He sat, and for the first time, he looked… small.

Because the truth had found its way to the surface.

And no lie in the world could bury it again.

Jin oppa rose from his seat like the calm before a storm—measured, deliberate.