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

Chapter 107: Mischief, Menace, and Moonlight 🔥

He looks at me like he wants to fuck me senseless and hold me forever at the same time.

And all I can do is stare at him-wrecked, breathless, ruined-and think,

This boy is going to undo me.
And I'm going to let him.

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A few nights after that, ofcourse my bunny just had to lure me again.

The clock just whispered just past midnight.

Our apartment was thick with silence, save for the muted ticks of keys and the occasional low sigh that slipped from my lips without permission.

My glasses slid down the bridge of my nose, but I didn't bother to push them back.

The monitor bathed my face in cold light-cuts, transitions, overlays, deadlining projects ticking in the background like a second heartbeat.

I was buried-deep.

Edits stacked, brand videos halfway done but still waiting, my fingers flying as fast as my brain could parse them.

My back ached, my eyes stung, but the rhythm had me. Locked in. Flowing.

Then-there it was again.
That feeling.
That shift in the air.

I didn't hear him. I never do.
But I felt him.

A quiet hum at the edge of awareness. And sure enough, when I glanced to the side, there he was.

Leaning against the doorframe like sin in shadows.

Joggers low on his hips, shirt hugging every inch of muscle, his hair tousled like he'd just walked out of a fever dream.

Eyes unreadable-but burning.

His arms crossed, one brow slightly arched, lips curved in that knowing smirk that always made something in me fray.

The soft hallway light framed him, painting his outline in gold and shadow.

Kook didn't speak.
He didn't have to.
He just moved.

Silently, barefoot, with the grace of something that shouldn't be real.

Silk and intent.

I tried to ignore him-really, I did.

Clicked a few more times.
Pretended to care about the timeline I was scrubbing through.

But I could feel his gaze crawling up my neck. And then-The warm tug of my glasses being plucked from my face.

I groaned low.

"You're chaos incarnate, I need to finish these kookie"

I muttered, not bothering to look up.

A chuckle by my ear. Then a whisper,

"You need to blink sometime, hyung."

Fingers-his fingers-brushed my cheek as he set the glasses aside like they were precious.

Then he knelt between my legs, casually, like it was nothing.

Like this was his rightful place.

His eyes locked on mine, wide and dark and shining with something dangerous.

I blinked.
Then smiled-slow, helpless.

"You're trouble."

He tilted his head. "I'm clarity."

I almost choked on the tension that bloomed in my chest.

He didn't speak again.
Just stayed there.
Kneeling.