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

Chapter 125: Breached, but Not Broken 🔥

"Dara," he says when she picks up, voice calm but sharp. "What the hell is happening?"

I can't hear her side clearly-but I catch the tone. Controlled panic.

I move to speakerphone.

"Y/N," Dara says, voice clipped but tight.

"Get to the office with Yoongi. Now. It's not just the system ping. The IT team messaged me just now and they're seeing anomalies in the backend and we can't trace the entry point. I'm already on the way. I've called Si Woo and Ha Eun. We're mobilizing the full team."

"On it," I say. "We'll be there in twenty."

Jin oppa ends the call and looks at me, at Yoongi. "I'm coming with you. I need to see what legal exposure we're facing."

"I'll drive," Namjoon says instantly, already pulling on his jacket.

"What about us?" Jungkook asks, worry etching into his brows. "Should we... come too?"

"It's okay" Yoongi says, voice firm. "We'll contact you for any updates."

Jimin moves beside me, placing a hand on my wrist. "Text us. All night if you need to. We'll check in tomorrow."

"I'll bring food," Tae adds, serious now. "No one crashes without nourishment."

Hobi hugs me tight, whispering, "Be careful. You guys can do this."

I nod, heart thrumming like a drumline in my chest.

Jin oppa presses a kiss to my temple. "Let's move."

Twenty-five minutes later, we arrive at EchoTech.

We blast into the conference floor like a storm.

Si Woo's already at the terminal, looking like he hasn't blinked in ten minutes.

Screens flash with code, server trees, firewalls, flashing alerts.

"The system is intact," he says immediately, eyes flicking to Yoongi, "but something brushed it. Like a finger through steam. No damage. No leaks. But they got in."

Yoongi's hands move like lightning as he drops into his chair. "What do you mean brushed?"

"I mean they waltzed in, planted one line of text, and waltzed the hell back out."

Jin oppa leans over the table scanning documents she's pulled from the latest system logs.

"This feels targeted. Not random. No motive, no leak-but enough to spook every single user."

"And what a line," I whisper, repeating it under my breath:

"Are you sure your soulmates are really yours?"

A grenade. Straight into the foundation of what we built.

Yoongi slams a hand on the table.

"This doesn't make sense! If they wanted chaos, they'd have leaked data. If they wanted sabotage, they'd have corrupted the backend."