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

Chapter 112 : The Cracks that Rebuilt Us 🔥

Hobi, "Honestly, that was kind of poetic. Should I tweet that?"

Jimin, "If you don't, I will."

A door slid shut, and just like that-
We were alone.

Joon hadn't moved. His hands had fallen to my waist, fingers curling slightly like he still needed something to hold on to.

I leaned into him, just enough to feel him breathe again.

"I shouldn't have called you a coward...and a hypocrite," I whispered.

His eyes opened slowly. Met mine.

"I shouldn't have said you made SoulReach about yourself," he replied.

His voice was gravel and regret. "That's not what I believe. It never was."

"I just-" I bit my lip. "I was scared too, Joon. But I didn't know how to tell you without sounding like I didn't trust you."

"I didn't trust myself," he said quietly.
"That's the truth. Not after what happened with Jin. Not after I let fear take everything."

I felt it then-that deep, gnawing guilt that lived behind his eyes.

"How long have you been carrying that?" I asked.

"Years," he said. "Since the night I left Jin hyung. Since I watched the light leave his face."

My throat closed. "Joon-"

"I swore I'd never let that happen again. Never let my fear rip through love like that."

"And then I proposed SoulReach," I whispered.

He laughed-painful and soft. "And I didn't see your dream. I saw the danger. I saw the map. The geotags. The way it might open a door my father could walk right through. And I-I panicked."

"I know," I said. "And I should've asked. Should've waited. Should've listened."

"No." He shook his head, hands tightening at my waist. "You were right to fight for it. You've always been the bravest of us. You believe even when it hurts."

Tears slid down my cheeks before I realized they were falling. "And you protect us even when it kills you."

He cupped my face. Gently. Reverently.

"I love you," he breathed. "I love you so much it terrifies me."

"I love you too."

And then-
That moment.
A pause.

Breaths tangled between us.
Then -
Namjoon closed the distance.

His big hands trembled as he cupped my face, and his lips crashed into mine.

It wasn't neat. It wasn't sweet.
It was raw. Desperate. Everything we hadn't said. Everything we almost lost.

Our noses bumped.
Teeth clashed.
Tears slipped between us.

I gasped against his mouth, fisting my hands in his sweater like if I let go, I'd fall apart.

He groaned-low and broken-as he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding down to my back, pulling me closer.

We kissed like we'd survived something.
Because we had.

And when we broke apart, he didn't speak.

He just lifted me.
Like I weighed nothing.
Like love was lighter than fear.

My legs wrapped around his waist before I could think. My fingers tangled in his hair.