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

Chapter 110: A Thousand Unsaid Things

Tae, whose hands shook when he watched us argue even if he didn't understand why.

Y/N noona, who stood her ground even when it trembled beneath her.

And the others-Jungkook, who looked at me like he didn't know who I was for a second.

Hobi, whose laughter cracked in the middle.

Jimin, who didn't ask but saw everything. He always does.

They love me.
I know they do.

And I keep telling myself I'll never leave again.

But the fear-that cold, old thing-it still lurks.

"What happens when we stop being careful?" I murmur to the night.

"What happens when he finds out again?"

The stars don't answer.
They never do.

I can feel the gravity between us, pulling.

Even tonight, even with the silence and the bruised pride, the bond doesn't break.

But I also feel the cracks.
Hairline fractures spiderwebbing through what we've built.

And I-I don't know how to fix what I caused.

I rest my head back against the porch swing, eyes opening just enough to watch a star blink out behind a cloud.

"She's right," I whisper.

"I'm scared."

And the words sting more than I expected.

Because I thought I'd moved past fear.
I thought I'd left that part of me behind.

But loving them... loving her... means risking everything.

Again.

And this time, if we're not careful-if we let ourselves be seen by the world, falling-I'm scared that we won't be able to survive the crash.

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Jimin's POV

The sun filtered through the gauzy white curtains like it had somewhere to be but didn't mind lingering here a little longer.

Hobi hyung, Kookie and I stayed the night for the weekend again. It has become a habit I always looked forward to at the end of a busy week.

The windows were cracked open, letting in a lazy breeze that smelled like jasmine and toast.

Somewhere in the house, a kettle whistled, a cat meowed, and lo-fi beats floated through the air like they'd always been part of the house-quietly vibing, never intruding.

I padded into the kitchen barefoot, hair still damp from my shower, wearing an oversized cream shirt that might've once belonged to Jin hyung-his sleeves always fall past my hands just right.

My socks didn't match, but that was the aesthetic. Domestic chaos, soft edition.

Tae was passed out on the giant beanbag in the den, one arm flung dramatically over his eyes like a melodramatic prince.

Yeontan snored quietly on his stomach.

Wacha, ever the queen, curled in a sunbeam on the windowsill, tail flicking in gentle disapproval of the world.

It was... peaceful.
Almost.

I stepped into the hallway just in time to see it.

Y/N noona and Joon hyung.