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

Chapter 110: A Thousand Unsaid Things

Y/N's POV

The EchoTech conference room gleamed in the mid-morning light-glass walls catching sunbeams like they were spun out of gold.

The city below sparkled, blurred through the windows, and I paused at the threshold, laptop in one hand, the other curled around my thermos.

It felt like the kind of morning where anything could happen.

Yoongi was already inside, long limbs folded into his chair, a tablet resting lazily on his knee.

His hoodie sleeves were pushed up just enough to show the lean lines of his forearms, and I caught the quiet flick of his eyes lifting to mine when I entered.

A subtle smile, just for me.
It was enough.
My heart always softened around him.

Namjoon entered a beat later. Tall. Clean-cut. The weight of the world tucked into the crease between his brows.

His hand brushed lightly against mine as he passed my chair-just enough for grounding, just enough to remind me he was here, too.

It still made my breath catch sometimes.

The three of us had been in orbit for so long, soul-bound and tangled in that magnetic pull that defied explanation. Like the sun rising, or gravity.

An understanding that ran deeper than words.

But today, I could already feel the shift-like static under skin.

Dara breezed in next, tossing her perfect hair over one shoulder and sliding into the seat beside Jae with her usual grace.

"Good morning my angels," she said brightly, her tone dripping affection.

"Y/N, I brought the decaf version of your poison. No more twitchy fingers."

Jae grinned at me from behind his sketchpad.

"She's not kidding. You wrote 'heartbeat UI flow' instead of 'heatmap' last sprint."

I groaned. "It was metaphorical."

Yoongi snorted quietly.

I caught it and shot him a look that made him smirk faintly behind the rim of his coffee.

Ha Eun and Trina filtered in, chatting in low tones about campaign numbers. Si Woo took his usual corner spot, already deep into code. He looked up only long enough to acknowledge me with a nod.

The room was full. My people. My team. And two of my soulmates.

And for a moment, it felt safe.

I tapped my trackpad. The main slide flared to life on the screen.

"Alright, everyone. Let's talk about hope."

We rolled through the updates efficiently.

The team was warm, engaged-clearly energized from the recent Purple Hope campaign's performance metrics.