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

Chapter 112 : The Cracks that Rebuilt Us 🔥

Her breath hitches.

"And I'm sorry," he says, softer now, "that I let my fear become louder than my faith in you."

She turns.

Her eyes are glass. Her voice is tight.

"You hurt me."

"I know."

"I was trying to build something for the world and you made me feel like I was breaking it."

"I was scared."

"So was I!" she cries. "But I still believed. In us. And you didn't."

Joon's face crumples.

"I did," he chokes. "I do. I just forgot how to say it without shaking."

Then, slowly, carefully-
He steps forward.
And she meets him.

They collapse into each other.
Not graceful. Not clean.
But messy and broken and desperate.

And when their lips meet-it's not romantic.
Not yet.

It's survival.

A gasp into each other's mouths.
A plea.
A promise.

And the moment it happens, I feel it-like someone lit a match inside our bond.

Kook lets out a sob. Hobi curls tighter around him. Tae presses a hand to his chest and lets the tears fall. Jimin grabs Jin hyung's hand and squeezes like he might vanish.

And me?
I close my eyes.

Let the sun soak into my skin.
Let the pain turn into warmth.
Let the bond mend.

Because maybe we were cracked.
But not broken.
And today?

Today we chose to hold on.
Even when it hurt.
Even when it almost ended us.

Because this love?

This love is the kind that survives storms.

The kind that fights its way back home.

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Y/N's POV

The kiss had ended.
But the ache it started hadn't.

Namjoon stood in front of me, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a marathon.

My hands were still fisted in the fabric of his sweater, and his forehead rested against mine like he couldn't bear to let go.

We weren't speaking.
We were breathing each other in.
Breathing like the world might end if we didn't.

He trembled. Just a little. But I felt it.
Because I was trembling too.

From everything we'd said.
Everything we didn't.
Everything we'd almost lost.

"I'm hungry," Yoongi announced from somewhere near the patio.

I blinked.

Jin oppa's voice followed, ever the drama queen.

"Let's go inside. There's leftover rice cakes and emotional trauma to digest."

"Leave the lovebirds," Yoongi added, not bothering to hide the smirk in his voice.

There was a chorus of awkward coughs and shuffling feet.

Tae's voice, sweet and over-eager: "Yes! I need carbs. Let's go, Tannie."

Jungkook, "Hyung, did you seriously just say-emotional trauma to digest?"