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

Chapter 1: Unseen Threads

Suga:
Hey, Y/N. I see it's been activated.

I stare at the message for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Wait, did he know? all this time? Was he waiting for me to activate it? is it possible that he knows how my profile got activated in the first place?

I didn't think he'd even take the app seriously, much more likely a possible soulmate bond being pushed to our faces. But then again, his profile is activated, did he activate it himself? So far I've only known him surface level, what if he is the type to say things that mean nothing and everything all at once.

Okay, deep breaths, I thought. Don't panic. Just answer like a normal human being. Not a robot. You are a human. A clumsy, awkward, chaotic human.

I type back, my fingers hesitating over the screen.

Y/N:
I guess it has.

I wait, the seconds dragging on, before he replies.

Suga:
Well... this is strange. But I'm here. We should probably talk.

I blink, feeling the weight of his words.
The Suga I knew in meetings was logical, almost to the point of being cold. But this? This feels different. He even seems a bit friendlier. It feels like a small opening-a crack in his walls.

But wait he said it was strange, is it because he knew me? Or did he not know it was me? Did he not expect it? He's a genius at cyber security right, maybe he'd know how my profile was activated in the first place.

But how should I respond in this situation. How should I respond to a "soulmate" I know is being pushed by mere algorithms.

An app we created to satisfy a demand we as the creators kept insisting was necessary but ethically questioned, well atleast I did - in the long run.

He's right, we should probably talk. I have too many questions, I need answers, I need to talk to him despite feeling like a storm is brewing.

Before I could spiral any further into my anxiety-ridden thoughts, Wacha, my cat, jumped onto my lap-her claws digging into my leg, as cats do.

"Ow, ow, ow, Wacha! You're not helping!" I yelped, trying to pry her off of me as she meowed loudly, completely unfazed by my distress.

"Fine, fine," I said, exasperated, as I gently pushed her off my lap and got up to pour her food. "Let's get this over with. I have a soulmate to talk to."

I poured the kibble into her bowl, she immediately attacked it with the ferocity of a tiny lion, completely ignoring me.

Okay, okay, Y/N. Focus. You're going to respond. Calmly. Like an adult. Not a nervous wreck.

I grabbed my phone, my fingers shaking more than I wanted to admit.

Y/N:
I agree. Let's talk.

I hit send, and with that, it feels like everything around me stops. The noise of the city, the constant hum of my apartment- all fades away, and it's just me, wacha ravaging her food and this moment. A moment I wasn't prepared for.

The storm I had been running from? It was finally catching up with me.

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I stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring at my phone.

My fingers hovered over the screen as though they were deciding whether or not to dive into a pool of sharks.

I could feel the weight of the moment pressing against me, like I was on the edge of some cliff, and one wrong move would send me spiraling into the unknown.