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

Chapter 102: Choreographed by Fate

He extends one arm like he's Moses parting the Red Sea.

"Gather around," he says solemnly.

I blink at him. We are literally all sitting in front of him at the kitchen island, plates in front of us, dinner untouched.

I deadpan, "We're already gathered. This is as gathered as humans get before forming a cult. I haven't blinked in two minutes. I'm so hungry I might start hallucinating."

He points at me. "Shush. I speak, you listen."

I look down at my dinner with longing.
It looks back at me with disappointment.

Around me, the others laugh-because of course they do.

Joon's chuckling behind his hand, Y/N's lost to a quiet wheeze, Hobi is literally red from laughing so hard, his entire body is flailing.

and Jungkook?

Jungkook is filming. I shoot him a glare.
He mouths, this is content.

Tae, undeterred, turns on his heel like a magician mid-reveal.

His voice drops low-serious, dramatic, like he's hosting an awards show no one asked for.

"And let me tell you," he says,

"how this one moment-this single, unassuming video-broke into my feed, kicked down the door of my existential slump, and changed my life."

He lets the words settle.

We all go quiet.

Not because we're suddenly reverent.

But because we're halfway between confused and hangry, and if this story doesn't end with food or fireworks, someone's gonna riot.

And yes, that someone is me.

Even Wacha gives him a side-eye from the counter like, wrap it up, drama king.

Tannie barks once.

Tae takes one step forward, lifts his chin, and delivers the final line like it belongs on a movie poster.

"It all started with one video..."

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-Flashback, 8 hours ago-

Taehyung's POV

The house was too quiet.
Too still.

Like the silence was pressing against the walls, listening for the sound of a heartbeat that never came.

Everyone was out.

Noona had left early this morning with Joon hyung. Kook picking them up-they were all buried in work, deadlines stretching longer than the highway outside.

They wouldn't be back until late.

Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung were headed straight to Jia's recital after work, and as a collective decision, the rest of us had discreetly agreed to not tag along.

We were trying to give them space. Or, more specifically, trying not to cockblock them from finally acting on weeks-of ridiculous sexual tension.

The kind you could cut with a butter knife, maybe even a spoon if it was sharp enough.

I swear, the way they looked at each other lately... it was like slow dancing around a fire they didn't know how to put out.

Jin hyung had been in Australia for a week now for a trial with the rest of the legal team, sending us his usual spam of I miss yous and the occasional "I'm dying" text.