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

Chapter 94: All the Evidences Led to Us ⚠️

Yoongi was on his other side, thumb brushing quietly over the back of Tae’s hand whenever he felt his breathing stutter.

Namjoon sat just behind us, close, his hand resting across both our backs—warm, steady, grounding.

And Jin oppa…

Jin oppa stood already at the front, professional and composed in his black suit.

But I knew him better than anyone in this room. He was Tae’s legal counsel, yes. But he was also Tae’s soulmate.

His protector. His home.
Just like the rest of us.

I glanced toward the back of the courtroom, like I had yesterday.

And there he was.
Jungkook.

Standing in the shadows, almost hidden from view. Just like before.

But when our eyes met—he smiled.
Soft. Reassuring. Real.

And my heart squeezed. Because that small gesture said everything, I’m here. I came back. I’m still with you.

He hadn't said a word since yesterday, hadn’t shown himself to anyone but me, but the weight of his presence settled over my heart like a promise.

I didn’t look away until I had to.

The defense attorney stood slowly. He looked… tired. His suit was rumpled, his hair slightly disheveled, and the usual smugness he carried like armor had long since vanished.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, addressing the jury with forced calm.

“You have heard many things in this courtroom. Many claims. Many emotions.”

Tae tensed beside me. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

We’re almost there, baby. Hold on.

The attorney continued, “I do not deny that my client’s relationship with his nephew was… complicated.”

Yoongi let out a quiet scoff beside Tae.

“Complicated,” he muttered. “That’s rich.”

“But I urge you to consider,” the attorney pressed on, “have we truly seen undeniable proof that my client was the sole instigator of this alleged abuse? Or is it possible that this is simply a tragic misunderstanding, twisted by emotion?”

A murmur ran through the crowd. My stomach turned.

Jin oppa didn’t move, didn’t blink.

His chin rested lightly on his hand, expression unreadable—but I knew that look. That was the calm before he struck. The storm sitting on the tip of his tongue.

The attorney sighed, putting on a show of sympathy.

“Mr. Kim Taehyung has suffered greatly. But suffering alone does not equate to guilt. I ask you, the jury, to consider the full picture before making your final judgment.”

He sat down.
Silence reigned.

Then—
Jin oppa stood.

Everything about him was deliberate. Measured. Focused. The air shifted when he walked forward. It always did.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” he began, voice sharp as crystal, “what you have witnessed here is not a ‘complicated relationship.’ It is not a ‘misunderstanding.’”

He turned toward the jurors, gaze steady.
“What you have seen is a crime.”

His words landed like stone.