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

Chapter 128: A Glass House

"Yoongi found a second breach."

Yoongi leans forward from the opposite end of the table, all sharp edges and thundercloud eyes.

"It's not just another breach. It's a message." Yoongi murmurs, tapping the keyboard.

His laptop screen shifts to a zoomed section of the mirrored logs.

Another flicker.
A heartbeat that doesn't belong.

"Okay," Jin oppa says, rubbing his temples.

"For those of us who speak fluent pastry but not code, pretend we're kindergarteners and explain."

Namjoon closes his laptop with a sigh.

"They mirrored the pattern. They're testing the system-yes. But also our reactions. It's behavioral."

"And the access trail?" I ask Yoongi.

He doesn't look up.

"Copied from internal credentials. Mid-level token masks. Someone replicated access... and hid it in plain sight."

A breathless silence falls.

Hobi straightens slightly. "So you're saying someone from inside gave permission."

Yoongi's fingers tap the side of his mug once.

"Yes."

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Jungkook's POV

I don't understand most of the code talk. The packet trails. The token masks.

But I know the look on Yoongi hyung's face.
And I know what that means.

This isn't just a security issue.
This is betrayal.

"What do you need from us?"

The question comes out from me quiet-but firm. Measured.

Across the table, Yoongi-hyung looks up, eyes flicking to mine like he wasn't expecting the question.

Not out loud.
Not from me.

His eyes are tired, pulled tight at the corners.

He doesn't answer.
He doesn't have to.

Noona does it for him, her voice soft.

Calm, but laced with that same subtle tension in her shoulders she always carries when she's worried for him.

"You don't have to do anything, guys," she says.

"You're not part of the LoveMap team. We just wanted you to know... this might be bigger than we thought. But we appreciate the support. Really."

Yoongi hyung's eyes haven't moved from mine.

So I lean forward.
And place my hand over his.
He doesn't pull away.

And just for a second, barely more than a breath, I see it.

Something in him shifts.

A wall he didn't know he was holding cracks just enough to let the light in.

"I know we're not on the team," I say quietly.

"But you are. And so is Noona and Joon hyung. That makes it our fight too."

There's a beat.

Then Taehyung hyung folds his arms, voice low and certain.

"We may not know code and all this tech talk..."