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

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|| BTS x Reader Poly Soulmates || In a world where soulmates are confirmed with algorithms, can human connection still thrive? It's 2025, the LoveMap App promises to revolutionize how we find love. Based on intricate data, emotional intelligence, a...

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Chapter 2: Tangled Conversations

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by Dandrie31

The scent of him was faint but intoxicating—a mix of amber vanilla, sandalwood scented cologne and something warmer, something uniquely him.

It made my pulse race.

“You’ve been isolating yourself,” he continued, his tone softer now, almost like he was speaking directly to my heart.

“Even though the app’s supposed to bring people together, you’ve been pushing it all away. Pushing me away.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling exposed. His words felt too accurate, too real.

I had been avoiding the app.

I had been avoiding this connection.

But hearing him say it out loud made the truth sting.

His eyes darkened slightly, but the intensity remained.

“I know this whole soulmate thing is hard to accept. Hell, it’s strange for me too.” His lips quirked, a small smirk forming.

“But I’m here. And I think we both need to deal with this, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us.”

And there it was. That shift.

The way he made everything sound like we were in this together—even though I had no idea where this "together" was going to lead.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

His presence was overwhelming, and for a moment, I couldn’t think straight.

My heart was racing, my thoughts were scattered, and I had no idea what I was supposed to say.

Stop thinking so much, Y/N, I told myself. Just breathe.

“You don’t have to like it,” he added quietly, his gaze steady, unwavering.

“But we do have to face it.”

His words hit too close to home. Too much of what he said was true.

I had been avoiding connection, even though I had created a system designed to foster it.

Was this my punishment? To confront everything I had been running from?

I looked up at him, trying to steady my breath. He was so close now, too close.

But I couldn’t push him away. Not now.

Not when everything inside me was telling to listen, to feel what was happening between us.

“So what now?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

He shifted, his expression unreadable.

“Now? We figure out how this happened. Why it happened. And what it means for us both. Because, whether we like it or not, this connection is real. And if you think we can just walk away from it, you’re wrong.”