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

Chapter 103: Where Gravity Turns to Poetry

I freeze.

That voice.

That angel like voice.

It rings in my chest like a tuning fork struck too hard.

I turn, heart pounding in the kind of rhythm that makes breathing feel optional-

And the world. Just. Tilts.

He's there.

Leaning against the open doorway like he stepped out of a dream I haven't let myself wake from.

Dressed in a sleek black blazer over a white silk shirt that clings to him like a secret- open enough to reveal smooth skin and just a hint of collarbone sin.

Trousers that were surely designed with cruelty in mind.

The sharp contrast of his dark attire and the soft glow of his platinum-blonde hair creates an arresting visual-a tousled yet purposeful mess of hair that falls over his forehead with effortless grace.

His smirk, subtle yet magnetic, conveys both charm and mischief, leaving just enough to the imagination.

And that mole on the side of his face under his left eye?

Illegal. That's not even fair.

But it's his eyes that wreck me.

Dark. Warm. Alive.
And when they meet mine, I feel it.
That pull.

The tether snapping taut between us.
Like I've been tilting toward him for years without realizing it.

"...You're him," I breathe, unable to stop the words.

He tilts his head, that smirk deepening.

"Oh? You know me? Who do you think I am?"

"Park Jimin."

His brow arches slightly, amused.

"Guilty. I'm surprised you know"

I swallow. Hard. My palm goes sweaty around the glass. My brain, once razor-sharp in a courtroom, is now jelly in a tux.

"You were in that VR piece. The dancer. The one Tae showed us."

He steps closer, and it's a deliberate move-smooth as water, quiet as silk sliding off skin.