Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]
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    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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    But Taehyung doesn't care.
    Not right now.
    Not when they're gone.
    Not when the fire in his chest is still raging.
    "Where are they?"
    It's not a question.
    It's a demand.
    Her lips part slightly, her brows drawing together in something like concern.
    "Taehyung..." she murmurs. "You've-grown."
    He doesn't respond.
    Doesn't blink.
    His hands are shaking.
    "Where are they?" he repeats, voice sharp.
    The woman sighs, something deeply sorrowful in the way she looks at him.
    She knows.
    Of course, she knows.
    She was there.
    She was there when he was just a boy-when he walked these streets too quietly, when he flinched at sudden noises, when bruises littered his skin in places no child should ever have them.
    And now-
    She's seeing him again.
    Older. Taller.
    But still that boy.
    Still carrying all of it.
    "They moved."
    Taehyung stills.
    His blood runs cold.
    "What?"
    She nods. "A few years ago. Packed up in the middle of the night. Never said a word to anyone."
    His throat goes dry.
    His body locks up.
    They ran.
    Like cowards.
    Like they knew-they knew-that one day, he would come back.
    His breathing turns shaky.
    His skin burns.
    The woman watches him carefully before she speaks again, her voice softer now.
    "I can give you the address."
    His heart stutters.
    His entire body shakes with the force of his breath.
    "Where?"
    She hesitates.
    "You sure you-"
    "Where?"
    She sighs. Then, she tells him.
    She gives him the address-says it slowly, watching the way he stiffens, the way his fingers twitch at his sides.
    He doesn't even thank her.
    Doesn't even breathe.
    Because his mind is already gone.
    It's already there.
    It's already at that house.
    "Taehyung."
    His shoulders tense.
    "You know where I live," she says gently. "If you need anything. If you ever-if you ever just want to talk..."
    He barely nods.
    Because right now-
    He doesn't care.
    Because right now-
    There is only one thing on his mind.
    He needs to see them.
    He needs to feel his wrath.
    He needs to make them pay.
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    "And then I saw it."
    Taehyung's voice is void of life.
    Yoongi and I hold our breath.
    "It was a fucking mansion."
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