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

Chapter 1: Unseen Threads

But I avoided it. Not just because of the app, but also because relationships were already complicated to begin with. The mere thought of romantic relationships and committment never really worked for me. I thought it did for a time, but not anymore.

With a hesitant tap, I reopen the app. The bright, sleek interface glows in the dark, almost taunting me.

"Okay, okay. Fine," I muttered to myself. "I'll open it. But if I die of embarrassment, I'm haunting all of you."

It's the moment I've spent years avoiding, the moment I didn't want to be part of, yet here I am, letting it all unfold. The swirl of anticipation mixes with the knot in my stomach.

With trembling fingers, I tapped on the profile, and the screen lit up with his picture

Staring back at me were his dark and intense eyes, distant and deep. Nose perfectly sculpted, lips slightly curved, almost to a small smirk. Long dark hair falling messily over his forehead framing his pale face.

I stared at the profile, taking in his information-the company, the job, his very existence-and felt the absurdity of it all crashing over me.

Min Yoongi. "Suga".
Cybersecurity Engineer, EchoTech

It feels like a punch to the gut. Suga? Of all people.

Suga is the last person I would have ever guessed. The cybersecurity expert. The one who always kept to himself, never one to let anyone in emotionally. The one who could hack into systems but never seemed to want to unlock the codes of his own heart. I'd met him a few times during meetings about the security of the app, but he was always sarcastic, unapproachable, distant-too focused on the technical side to care about the emotional chaos the app might bring.

I placed my hand over my mouth, but all that did was prevent me from gasping louder. What was happening? How was this even possible? We barely spoke at work. We shared a few awkward glances in meetings about the security of the app-nothing more.

But here he was, one of my seven soulmates.

Don't get me wrong I have always felt an attraction to this man, but given the fact that more than 90% of the female population in our company feels the same, I dismissed it as a mere appreciation of the arts, specifically, his awfully good looks.

But here he is. My soulmate, atleast one of seven, according to the app. My God. How would that even work. A ticking time bomb one after another, that's what it is.

I lean back, trying to calm my racing thoughts. This isn't supposed to happen. I was just supposed to be focused on my job, this very app I helped designed, created, and ultimately questioned. Ironic.

There was no way this was real. No way this could actually work.

But just as I was about to close the app in a panic-induced frenzy, a message popped up.