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

Chapter 8: In the Space Between

I laugh at his words, amused with how this conversation progressed and feeling comfort that I'm not alone in this.

We stood in the parking lot for a while longer, the world moving on around us, but it felt like everything had paused, just for a moment.

I didn't want to break the silence, not yet.

Not when everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of something bigger, something deeper.

When we finally got into the car, Yoongi glanced over at me, his eyes softer than usual.

"You know, Y/N... I'm really glad you're in my life. I don't know what comes next with the app, but I think I'm okay with figuring it out with you."

The way he said it made my chest tighten, a flutter of warmth rushing through me.

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"Me too."

As we drove away, the city lights flickering in the distance, the tension between us remained, but it was no longer uncertain.

It was a promise.

A promise to see where this connection would take us-where we would go.

And though there were still questions about the app, about the other soulmates, I knew one thing for sure: this, whatever this was, yoongi would be here in this journey.

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The invitation came out of nowhere but felt like something that had been quietly building between us for weeks.

I wasn't sure if it was the comfortable rhythm we had fallen into or the way Yoongi looked at me-soft but intense-but when he asked me to come over for dinner at his apartment, I didn't hesitate for a second.

I stood in front of my mirror that evening, running my fingers through my hair and pulling on my jacket, my heart fluttering a little faster than usual.

There was something intimate about being invited into his personal space.

The way Yoongi had become a constant presence in my life, subtle but undeniable, made everything feel both thrilling and calming.

When I heard him outside my apartment, I grabbed at it immediately and opened the door before he could even knock

there he stood-his hair slightly tousled, his eyes warm, and his usual leather jacket swapped for a more relaxed, fitted sweater.

I felt my heart do a little flip at the sight.

"Hey," I greeted, a small smile tugging at my lips.

I stepped aside, gesturing him to come in.

"Well, someone's excited, I didn't even need to knock" he chuckles lightly, teasing me