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

Chapter 103: Where Gravity Turns to Poetry

"You just know how pretty you are, do you?" he adds, voice a little lower now.

My breath hitches.

"You flirt like it's your job," I mutter.

He takes another step in.

"And you blush like it's yours."

"I don't blush."

"You're literally doing it right now."

I open my mouth-and close it again when his hand finally touches mine.

Warm. Light. Intentional.
And that's when I know.

The connection crackles through me like fire licking up a matchstick.

He doesn't know yet.
Hasn't activated the app.

But the bond?
It's already pulling taut.
Already real.

He feels it. I see it.

The pause in his breath. The flicker in his gaze. The second-too-long look at my mouth.

He's already falling.
And I'm already gone.

Jimin's fingers curl slightly around mine, then he leans in again, lips ghosting over my cheekbone.

"If you're trying to seduce me..." I manage, voice a wreck.

He smiles, mouth close enough to brush my skin.

"Not trying," he says. "Succeeding."

I let out a breathless laugh.

And in that moment-just before he says anything else-I lift my hand to his cheek, fingers brushing his jaw.

He leans into the touch like it's instinct.
Like it's natural. Like it's already home.

"Careful," I murmur. "If you kiss me, I might never let you go."

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.

And smiles like he already belongs there.

"Good," he says.

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His fingers are still curled loosely around mine.

I don't know how I'm breathing.

I don't know how the earth hasn't split beneath us.

I don't know how the stars aren't crashing down just to bear witness to this moment.

Because he's here.
Park Jimin.

Our eighth.
My eighth.

And the universe is roaring in my blood like it's always been waiting for this single thread to tie.

He's still smiling.

That infuriatingly gentle, devastatingly confident smile-like he knows exactly what he's doing and also has no idea what he's about to start.

I can see it-feel it-the confusion under the heat.

The way his breath keeps catching.
The way his fingers twitch slightly in mine. The way his body leans closer despite his brain clearly trying to make sense of it.

He wants to step back.
But he doesn't.

Because whatever this is?
It's louder than logic.

I take a breath.
It doesn't help.

"Jimin," I murmur, voice low like I'm afraid anything louder will shatter this.

His eyes flick up to mine again.
And something shifts.