|| 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...
The moment I stepped inside, the low hum of the city outside was muffled by the walls, and it felt like we were in our own little bubble. I looked around, taking in the sleek, yet cozy space.
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The walls were a mix of dark and soft grays, big windows and brown leather, with shelves filled with books, music albums, wine glasses and a few plants scattered around-small touches that gave it personality without trying too hard.
The kitchen was sleek and inviting with clean countertops and modern appliances.
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"This place is amazing," I said, walking further inside, admiring the decor.
Yoongi, who had already kicked off his shoes and was unzipping his jacket, smiled at the compliment. "It's not much, but it's mine," he said with a shrug, like it didn't matter much, though I could tell he was proud of it.
"I like it," I said, turning to face him, my eyes meeting his. "It's comfortable. Feels like you."
His smile softened, and he gave a little nod. "Glad you think so."
I moved toward the kitchen, where the scent of garlic and onions already filled the air.
Yoongi was busy prepping ingredients, chopping vegetables with a practiced hand. His movements were fluid and sure, each slice of the knife sounding rhythmically against the cutting board.
"Need any help?" I asked, stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.
Yoongi glanced over at me, his eyes twinkling. "Only if you can chop garlic without making a mess," he teased, clearly enjoying my presence.
I rolled my eyes at him, but he caught me smiling, and his grin deepened. "You know I've got skills," I shot back, walking over to the cutting board.
"Mm-hmm," he hummed in acknowledgment, clearly skeptical, but he didn't stop me.
I picked up a clove of garlic, feeling the smooth skin between my fingers. "I've made adobo before, you know. I can totally do this."
"Oh, I'm sure you can," Yoongi said, raising an eyebrow. "But let's see if you can keep up with me."