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

Chapter 112 : The Cracks that Rebuilt Us 🔥

That alone says a lot.

Jin hyung folds a sweatshirt with sharp, exact lines. His jaw clenches. "They're too stubborn to apologize first."

I nod. "Joon's too scared. Y/N's too proud."

His eyes flick to me. "And you're what? The oracle now?"

"I'm always the oracle," I smirk. "I just don't brag about it."

Jin hyung snorts.
The sound is tired.
But real.

We stand in silence for a beat, our shoulders close.

Then he says, "We can't let them keep orbiting like this. It's tearing everyone apart."

"I know."

"I watched kook stare at a paused screen for twenty minutes this morning," Jin hyung mutters. "It's like someone unplugged him."

"Hobi forgot sugar," I say.

He gasps. "Oh my god."

I nod solemnly. "That's when I knew it was life or death."

He huffs a dry laugh, but then sobers again. "So what do we do?"

I glance toward the hallway.
The staircase.
The heavy stillness that won't lift.

"We force proximity."

He looks at me. "What, like a lock-in?"

"Worse," I say. "Group activity."

Jin hyung's eyes widen in horror. "Yoongi. Have you met us?"

I smirk. "Oldest trick in the book."

"We'll never get them outside."

"We will. Just say the words 'mental health' and 'sunlight.'"

Jin hyung sighs. "You're evil."

"I'm a genius."

He shakes his head, but I can see it in his eyes.

He's with me.

Together, we set the trap.
We gather in the kitchen. One by one.

Jin hyung rings the little bell he only ever uses when someone's late for dinner or when he's feeling dramatic.

The others wander in like ghosts.

Jimin finally comes down, hoodie swallowing his frame, face pale.

Tae sits with Yeontan still glued to his chest.

Kook has finally abandoned his controller.

Hobi pours another cup of coffee and sips it with a frown.

Y/N walks in last.

Her hair is messy, pulled into a low bun. Eyes rimmed red. She doesn't meet anyone's gaze - especially not Namjoon's.

And Joon?

He's last. Of course. He always waits when he's scared.

He stands in the doorway, hands in the pockets of his sweater, eyes fixed on the floor.

I watch Y/N stiffen the second she feels him enter. She doesn't even look - her body just knows.

Their bond is too loud. Too raw.
It still thrums like a broken violin string.

Jin hyung claps his hands once. "Garden. Now. Fresh air. Everyone."

Tae frowns. "But-"

"No buts," I say. "We're going outside. This house feels like grief."