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

Chapter 127: Uninvited and Unwelcome

His face is unreadable-eyes blank, fingers twitching against the door handle like a Morse code I'm not fluent in yet.

Jin oppa drives with quiet focus, the car lit only by the soft dashboard glow.

Namjoon's in the front passenger seat, murmuring into his Bluetooth earpiece-some low-stakes damage control call with one of the Speak Yourself's legal teams.

Something about press embargoes and misaligned timestamps.

The words barely register.

Because all my attention is locked on Yoongi.

The way he's too still.
Too pulled in.

Like every muscle in his body is bracing for something he can't even name yet.

Then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzes.
A text.
From him.

Yoongi (Private Message)
We're chasing a ghost. I need to tell you something privately later.

I glance sideways at him. His expression doesn't change. He doesn't look at me.

Just keeps his gaze fixed on the window, watching the city blur past like it's trying to hide something in the dark.

My heart picks up speed.

I type quickly, my thumb suddenly colder than it should be.

Y/N (Private Message)
Okay. I'm here. Always.

He doesn't reply. But his fingers twitch again-and this time, they find mine.

He doesn't hold on tight.
He just touches.

Like a grounding wire.
Like a whisper.

I let our pinkies hook together and say nothing.

By the time we pull into the driveway, it's nearly midnight.

The house is hushed and warm.
The porch light flickers once, like it's too sleepy to do its job properly.

Inside, Wacha darts across the hallway like a fluffy shadow, vanishing somewhere toward the laundry room.

Jin oppa yawns and rubs the back of his neck.

"I'm baking something tomorrow. Something unholy. That's the only solution for this cursed week."

Joonie hums in agreement, pulling his blazer off with a sigh.

"Something involving sugar. And possibly fire."

Yoongi's already moving.
Not fast. Not loud.
But with intent.

He brushes a hand down my arm as he passes and whispers, just loud enough for me to hear,

"Pantry. Now."

I follow.

Because when Yoongi speaks in riddles like that, it's never just about snacks.