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

Chapter 94: All the Evidences Led to Us ⚠️

Gasps rippled through the gallery.
Tae’s entire body went still.
The judge didn’t stop.

“For the crimes of aiding and abetting these acts, as well as willful neglect of a minor, financial exploitation, and conspiracy to defraud, this court sentences Choi Minah to twenty-five years in prison, with no possibility of parole for the first fifteen.”

Silence.

And then—

“This is bullshit!”

Mr. Choi’s voice tore through the room, wild and venomous.

“You think this is justice?!” he roared, standing even as bailiffs moved in.

“You think locking me away makes any of you better than me?!”

He turned toward Taehyung, snarling.

“You think you won, boy? You think—"

Jin oppa didn’t even flinch. “Oh, shut up.”

Another round of gasps.

Mr. Choi’s mouth snapped shut, rage surging in his veins as the bailiffs grabbed him.

“You don’t get to speak anymore,” Jin oppa added, his voice low, eyes burning with quiet fury. “You lost.”

Mr. Choi's struggles were futile as he was led away, his shouts fading into the distance.

Mrs. Choi followed, her head bowed, tears streaming down her face.

As they disappeared from view, the weight of the moment settled over us.

The gavel slammed.

“This court is adjourned.”

And just like that—
Taehyung was free.

But he didn’t move.
Not right away.

He just stood , shoulders rigid, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and relief. His fingers trembled slightly in mine.

“Tae?” I whispered, reaching up to wipe away the tears tracing slow paths down his cheeks.

His lips parted. A silent breath.

And then—
He laughed.

It wasn’t loud, or clean, or pretty.

It broke like glass and poured out like sunshine—breathless, stunned, overflowing.

Yoongi didn’t even wait—he pulled Taehyung into his chest, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his voice low and thick with emotion.

“It’s over, baby. You’re safe now.”

Namjoon reached across from behind, resting his forehead briefly against the back of Taehyung’s head, whispering something into his hair I couldn’t quite hear—but I didn’t have to.

I felt the warmth of it through all of us. It hummed like a promise.

Solid. Loving. Safe.

Tae let out another breath—shaky, but freer.
And then he smiled.

Not the smile we’d seen in photos, or polite conversations, or hopeful dreams.

But the kind that made his whole face light up.

Bright. Real. Alive.

He turned and threw his arms around Jin oppa.

Oppa froze—classic—but only for a second.

He muttered, “Goddammit, you’re emotional,” even as he pulled Tae in tighter, one hand cupping the back of his head protectively.

Yoongi chuckled.