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

Chapter 103: Where Gravity Turns to Poetry

Tae grins, whispers like a man possessed,

"He said, 'Are you entranced?'"

Jungkook chokes. "WHAT?! HE FLIRTED WITH YOU IN THE SIM?!"

"MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY," Tae declares.

"He's not just the eighth. He's THE eighth."

"Oh my god," Hobi gasps. "We're going to have to sedate Jin hyung when he hears this."

"He's going to FLIP OUT," I laugh, breathless, already dragging Tae toward the hallway.

"He's going to sue the heavens for not letting him witness this live."

"I give it two minutes before he schedules a celebratory gala with a 3-piece string quartet," Joon says.

"Or a themed brunch," Yoongi adds dryly.

"With engraved napkin rings."

"Or both," Jungkook quips.

"Depending on how much time zone sleep-deprivation has corrupted his mind."

Tae kicks open his studio door with the flourish of someone who's just summoned ancient power.

We pour in behind him, breathless and chaotic. It's warm inside, the familiar hum of his VR rig glowing like a spaceship console.

Tae waves us into position like a director setting a scene.

"You-" he points to Joon, "-center back. You always make the best commentary faces."

"Not true," Joon mutters, but he obeys.

"Yoongi hyung, left side. You'll pretend to look unimpressed, but you'll cry inside."

"I don't cry," Yoongi lies.

"Kookie, right side, emergency scream monitor."

"Copy that," Kook says, saluting.

"Noona, Hobi hyung-front row. You're emotional gremlins and I trust you with my soul."

"Valid," Hobi grins.

"I accept the title with honor," I say, heart thudding.

Tae adjusts the headset to project onto the wide studio screen. The lights dim. The air stills.

He loads the VR file. A still image pops onto the screen-red blazer, black pants, that dangerous smirk.

Everyone gasps.

"OH HE'S HOT," Jungkook cries.

"He looks like sin dipped in honey," Hobi moans.

"Jungkookie, I think he could go around you in circles and seduce the heck out of you," Joon says, squinting at the thumbnail.

"I'd let him," Kook mutters, deadpan.

Tae hits play.
And the studio goes silent.

The screen lights up, and the dancer comes to life.

The movement.
The environment.
The music.

It's visceral. Electric.

Yoongi is stone still.

Joon has gone full jaw-drop.

Jungkook's mouthing "what the fuck" over and over.

And Hobi?

Hobi is crying.
Actual tears.

"HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL," he sniffles, hands to his mouth.

"The way he moves, it's like he's-singing with his body."