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

Chapter 111: Before the Break Becomes A Ruin

City lights blur past the windshield, and I clutch my bag like it's the only thing keeping me grounded.

My body vibrates with unshed tears.
My throat burns.

Namjoon drove alone.

I'd seen the way he yanked the car door shut.

He didn't even look at me.

Yoongi finally speaks-his voice low, rough.

"That was ugly."

I nod. But it's barely a movement.

"You two..." he trails off, then grips the wheel tighter.

"You can't keep going like this, Jagi. It's tearing the team apart."

"I know."

He glances at me.

"I'm not taking sides, you know that. But you're both so damn stubborn."

I laugh, bitter and quiet.

"That's how we built LoveMap, remember?"

"Yeah. And now it might break because of the same thing."

He pauses, his tone softening.

"I hate seeing you like this. Both of you. You're better when you trust each other. You love each other."

I say nothing.
Because if I speak, I'll break.

Because I'm scared that trust-that love-is fraying at the edges.

And I don't know how to stitch it back together without cutting a part of myself out first.

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Namjoon's POV

The door shuts behind me like a gunshot.

Not the soft click of someone coming home.

It's loud.
Final.

Y/N noona turns even before her coat's off.

"You crossed a line today."

My keys clatter harshly on the console, metal against wood.

My heart's still racing from the boardroom.

My jaw's still tight from biting my tongue the entire ride home.

And her voice-her voice slices through the last sliver of restraint I had left.

"You made it personal. In front of the whole team."

"Because it is personal!" she snaps, already taking a step forward.

"I poured everything into that feature and you dismissed it like I was some intern pitching a daydream!"

I barely stop myself from scoffing.
My tone is sharper than I mean it to be.