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

Chapter 110: A Thousand Unsaid Things

A perfect collision of silence and something else.

He reached for the coffee pot just as she set her mug down. Their fingers almost touched-so close it made my chest ache.

They looked at each other.
Smiled. Tight. Polite.

Like strangers trying not to remember how it felt to laugh in the dark.

Neither said a word.

Yoongi hyung saw it.

His eyes narrowed slightly from where he stood leaning against the counter, hoodie strings uneven and neglected.

Jin hyung, still in pajama pants and a deep blue robe that looked criminally good on him, caught the exchange over the rim of his mug.

His gaze lingered. Said nothing.

Even Tae, eyes half-lidded and tangled in a pillow nest, cracked one open and hummed.

"They're still broken," he mumbled into a cushion, and Tannie snorted like he agreed.

I let the moment pass.
Filed it away with a quiet exhale.

Then I smiled.
Time to make some trouble.

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Phase One: Hobi hyung

He was in the sunroom, orange juice in hand, hair tied up, looking like a walking Pinterest board of Sunday mornings.

I sauntered by and leaned in close. Just enough for his ear to catch the warmth of my voice.

"That color on you should be illegal."

He jerked, nearly dropped his glass. "Park Jimin!"

I winked, already halfway to the couch. "Just stating facts, sunshine."

Minutes later, he was on the sectional, legs tucked under himself with a magazine open but completely unread.

I flopped down, draping myself across his lap like I belonged there (I did).

He sighed, stroking my back absentmindedly. "You're trouble."

"In elegant swan form," I corrected with a grin.

He tilted his head down, eyes fond. "But my trouble."

I beamed, victorious.

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Phase Two: Yoongi hyung

I found him in the kitchen again, hoodie strings still criminally uneven.