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

Chapter 3: Cracks in the Armor

I rolled my eyes, but it was hard to stay mad at her for long.

She always knew how to make me laugh, even in the most awkward moments.

I cleared my throat.

"No, seriously. The thing is... my soulmate profile activated."

Her eyes widened, and she set down her tea, looking at me like I had just told her I was a superhero. "Wait, what? Your profile activated? How? I thought you didn't believe in that stuff?"

"I didn't... but... it's complicated. And that's... kind of the problem," I stammered, trying to explain myself.

"The person it matched me with... It's Suga."

She blinked, taking a second to process that. Then her jaw dropped. "Wait... Suga? You mean, our Suga?"

I nodded, barely able to meet her eyes. "Yeah, that's... that's the part that's messing with my head."

She leaned back, processing the information slowly, a grin forming on her lips.

"Oh my god. So, you're telling me, the guy who has literally every woman in the office fawning over him is your soulmate?"

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck. "Yeah, I know it sounds insane."

I tried to laugh it off, but it just felt so surreal. "But that's not even the craziest part."

Yeona raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"There's more?"

"Yeah..." I hesitated, suddenly unsure if I even wanted to continue.

But Yeona was looking at me like I had just confessed to a crime, and I knew she wasn't going to let me off the hook.

"Well..." I took a deep breath.

"There app says that I have multiple soulmates. Like, not just Suga. There are others, too."

Yeona froze, staring at me with wide eyes. "Wait, hold up. Multiple soulmates? Like... how many exactly?"

I tried to ignore the way my hands were shaking as I held my glass.

My cat, Wacha, suddenly jumped up on the couch next to me, purring and rubbing against my side.

I absently reached down to scratch behind her ears, trying to ground myself. My cat always knew how to comfort me, even when I wasn't asking for it.

"Seven," I whispered, barely able to get the word out.

Yeona blinked, completely silent for a moment. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head.

She opened her mouth to say something but then paused, clearly trying to process what I had just said.

"Well," she finally said, her voice gentle but thoughtful, "having multiple soulmates isn't... unheard of. It's rare, sure, but it happens. What's bothering you about it, though, Y/N? You're obviously overwhelmed."

I sighed, rubbing my face with one hand.

"It's just... I don't even know where to begin. Like, getting a soulmate through an app I helped create? That's weird enough on its own. But the idea of having seven-it feels like I'm in some kind of reality show, and I'm just here waiting to get voted off." I laughed nervously.

"It's like... a basketball team of soulmates. And I hate sports, Yeona. I hate them. This is a disaster waiting to happen."

Wacha gave a contented meow, curling up in my lap like she was trying to help me carry this heavy weight.