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

Chapter 111: Before the Break Becomes A Ruin

"Are you sure?" Kook asked, his voice so small I almost didn't hear it.

"No," I admitted. "But I need to try. She deserves more than fear. And she must be blaming herself right now for all of this too. They both are."

"Then go," Taehyung said, squeezing my hand. "And tell her we love her."

Jimin stood up, wiping his face. "Tell her we need her. Just like we need Joon hyung. Just like we need you."

I nodded, swallowing the boulder in my throat.

And then, for a moment, we all just stood there.

Not in chaos.
Not in grief.
In love.

Arms wrapped around arms. Fingers laced. Eyes closed against the tremble.

Jimin leaned his head against Hobi's shoulder. Kook buried his face in Tae's neck.

Yoongi stood and turned toward the hallway, his eyes dark and resolute.

"Then let's fix this. Before the cracks become breaks."

They held each other again as Yoongi and I moved.

Not just bodies, but souls intertwining.

Whispering promises of love, of forever, even in their pain.

"I won't let this destroy us," I whispered.

And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

Because even in all this pain-this unbearable ache-we still reached for each other.

And that meant we hadn't let go.
Not ever.

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I don't knock loudly. Just once-soft, almost apologetic.

I don't wait for a reply.
The door creaks open, and I step inside.

She's a silhouette against her bed, knees curled to her chest, shoulders trembling like the last leaves of autumn.

Y/N doesn't look up.
Doesn't speak.
So I don't either.

I sit. Quiet.

The edge of her bed dips under my weight, and something in her body gives way-like the presence of someone she trusts is both a relief and a fresh sting.

Her fingers clutch the comforter tighter.

A long silence stretches between us, but it's not empty.

It's full of everything.

What she said to Namjoon.
The silence afterward.
The shatter in all of us.

She inhales.
A wet, trembling sound.

Her voice when it comes is just a whisper, but it cracks me in half.

"I didn't mean to call him that. I didn't... I was just so tired. And angry."

I look at her then.

The stubborn girl with fire under her skin and constellations behind her ribs.

The girl who dared to dream SoulReach into existence.

Who dared to love seven people at once-and mean every part of it.

But right now?

She's just a girl who thinks she broke something she can't fix.

"I know," I say quietly. "I know you didn't, Aein"

She covers her face with her hands.

"I said he was a coward, Oppa. And...a hypocrite. I called him that. After everything. After all he's risked-after what he's still afraid of-I said that."