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

Chapter 113: Motion, Emotion, Devotion

He scowls. "It was accurate poetic nonsense."

"Uh-huh. Watch."

I launch the sequence, stepping into the center of the studio.

The VR sensor pings green.
And then I move.

It's a slow spin - arms outstretched, palms open. I dip, pivot, let my feet glide like I'm wading through the forest he just drew.

His forest.

I open my arms wide, letting the melody guide the sway of my hips, my ribs, the turn of my neck.

The way my toes press into the carpet like it's moss.

I'm breathing in his world.
Dancing through it.

Telling him without words, 'I see what you made. I understand.'

When I remove the headset, he's watching me again.

Not just the movement - me.

The way he always watches me when he thinks I'm not paying attention. Like I'm something that makes the world brighter.

And I love that.
I love that.

But I don't say it.
Not yet.

So I smirk instead. "You staring, Kim Taehyung?"

He blinks. Swallows.

"I was... analyzing the body map data. For feedback."

"Sure you were."

"You're really flexible," he mutters, scribbling something quickly on his tablet just to give his hands something to do.

I lean down, real close.
"And you're really obvious."

His breath catches.
Just a little.
But I hear it.

Tension coils between us - playful, warm, slow-burning like honey left in sunlight.

It's not new.
We've been building to this for months.

Since the late-night ramen runs.
The whispered jokes during planning meetings.