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 44: Every Mark, Etched in Skin ⚠️

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    It's dark.
    It's so fucking dark.
    The kind of darkness that crawls under your skin.
    The kind that seeps into your bones.
    The kind that makes you forget what the sun looks like.
    His wrists burn.
    The rope bites into his skin, raw and torn, the scent of rusted blood thick in the air.
    His throat is dry.
    His stomach aches-cramping, twisting in on itself.
    He doesn't know how long it's been.
    A day?
    A week?
    A lifetime?
    But the worst part-
    The part that makes his chest feel hollow, like he doesn't even exist anymore-
    Are the voices upstairs.
    Laughing.
    Living.
    Like he isn't rotting down here.
    Like he isn't a thought.
    A memory.
    A person.
    "Let me out."
    His voice is weak.
    Shaky.
    But desperate.
    "Let me out."
    Nothing.
    "LET ME OUT!"
    Silence.
    Just silence.
    Just emptiness.
    And for the first time in years-
    He believes them again.
    Maybe he really isn't worth it.
    Maybe he really is nothing.
    Taehyung sniffles.
    His breath is shaky, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
    "Then my aunt came."
    I inhale sharply.
    "And?"
    He lets out a humorless laugh.
    Small.
    Brittle.
    Wrong.
    "She fed me."
    Yoongi goes rigid.
    My stomach churns.
    "She-"
    "She sat there," Taehyung whispers.
    His fingers tremble around the bear.
    His grip loosens.
    "Watching me eat."
    A small, bitter smile tugs at his lips.
    "She was smiling."
    I press a hand over my mouth, my body trembling.
    Yoongi's fingers curl into fists, his nails digging into his palms so hard I know he's drawing blood.
    He doesn't speak.
    He doesn't breathe.
    And Taehyung-
    Taehyung swallows.
    "And then..."
    A pause.
    A breath.
    "She laughed."
    The room goes ice cold.
    Yoongi freezes.
    Taehyung licks his lips, his gaze distant.
    His voice is quieter now.
    Almost thoughtful.
    "She told me I wasn't even worth killing."
    I let out a strangled sob.
    My chest caves.
    My body folds in on itself.
    And I feel sick.
    Sick.
    Like I'm drowning in it.
    Yoongi stiffens.
    Something snaps.
    Not physically-no, nothing so simple.
    Something deeper.
    Something violent.
    Something murderous.
    His breathing turns rough, his entire frame shaking with a force so deep, so raw, I barely recognize him.
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