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 4: Foundations of Fate

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by Dandrie31

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But there was always something missing.

I was sitting in my small apartment one night, my computer glowing with lines of code when my phone buzzed on the table. It was a message from my mom.

Mom:
Are you free this weekend? Your sister wants to visit. It's been too long.

I sighed, staring at the screen.

My mom never asked for much, but I hated the way her requests always felt like they came with unspoken expectations.

She didn't say it outright, but I could feel the weight in her words-she missed me. She wanted us to be together again.

But what she didn't understand was that I wasn't just some son who could show up for dinner and pretend things were fine.

My whole life had been about keeping them safe, but I was always running from something.

I didn't know how to be present, not fully, not after everything that had happened.

I pushed myself away from the desk and made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before I tapped out a quick reply.

Suga:
I'm busy with work, but I'll try to come by soon.

I left it at that.

It wasn't that I didn't love them-my mother and my younger sister, Nari-but there was something suffocating about how to approach them like family.

My mom especially.

She'd been my rock, the person who held us together when everything fell apart, and I wanted to take care of her. But sometimes I didn't know how.

The next day, my sister's voice echoed through my phone.

"Oppaaaaaaa, You coming to see us soon or what?"