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

Chapter 99: Of Roots and Rooms 🔥

They weren't looking at me.
They were seeing me.

I peeled the shirt up slowly, hands trembling as cool air brushed over my skin.

The scars caught the light-some pale and faded, others stubborn and angry. A map of survival I rarely let anyone touch.

But Jin hyung reached first.

His fingers ghosted down a long scar on my side, so gently I almost didn't feel it-until his touch landed in my chest like an earthquake.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, voice already thick. "Every part of you."

My throat burned. I couldn't speak.
I didn't need to.

Joon hyung moved closer, and the way he looked at me made my heart stutter.

He wasn't just admiring me.
He was claiming me.

"Lie back," he murmured against my jaw, his lips brushing my skin with electric softness.

Then he turned his eyes to Jin hyung.

"Undress him. Slowly. Kiss every scar you uncover."

Jin hyung didn't hesitate.
His movements were reverent, almost ceremonial.

Each button undone felt like a breath held. Each kiss was a benediction.

When he tugged my pants down, he pressed his lips to my knee, then to my thigh, then to a faint scar near my hip I always tried to forget.

His touch said, I remember.
I love you anyway.

Joon hyung followed-kissing down my chest, his mouth reverent and possessive at once.

When his lips landed on a rough scar near my sternum, his breath caught. I felt it.

"They tried to break you," he whispered.

"But all they did was carve poetry into your skin."

A sound tore from my throat-small, vulnerable, aching.

"Joon hyung..."

He rose up then and kissed me, but it wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle.

It was claiming.

His tongue pressed past my lips, hungry and slow. He tasted like fire and promises and something feral just barely leashed.

When he pulled back, his voice was raw silk.

"You're ours now. You've always been ours. Let us worship you."

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🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and intense adult themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

I was already trembling when Jin hyung's fingers wrapped around my cock-slow, careful, almost shy, but with a tenderness that shattered me.

He didn't stroke like he was trying to get me off.

He stroked like he was memorizing the shape of me.

Like he needed to relearn me with every pass of his palm.

My hips twitched, betraying me.

"Hyung..." I whispered, head falling back against the pillows, chest heaving.

Behind him, Joon hyung moved like gravity, like something that shaped the room just by existing in it.

He knelt, towering even in stillness, his presence like a storm waiting for permission to break.