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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    A silence so thick, it chokes us.
    Yoongi's breath stutters.
    "Not just a big house. Not just a nice house."
    His voice shakes.
    "It was filthy rich."
    My stomach drops.
    Taehyung's chest rises and falls rapidly.
    "Gates. Balconies. Expensive fucking cars in the driveway. Everything polished. Everything pristine."
    His hands tremble violently.
    "And it was mine."
    I flinch.
    "It was my parents' money."
    And that-
    That is when everything inside of Yoongi and me snaps.
    "WHAT?!"
    Yoongi roars, voice raw with rage, standing up so fast the chair beneath him slams onto the ground.
    I gasp, gripping Taehyung's wrist, my own body shaking with fury.
    "They stole from you?" I choke. "They stole your inheritance-your parents' money-AND THEY FUCKING LIVED OFF IT?!"
    Yoongi vibrates with anger, his entire body trembling.
    "THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM YOU-AND THEY SPENT IT LIKE IT WAS THEIRS?!"
    I can't breathe.
    Yoongi can't breathe.
    And Taehyung-
    Taehyung just watches us.
    Expression blank.
    Voice quiet.
    "Yes."
    His eyes darken.
    "And I was done watching."
    Our hands tighten around him-his wrists, his fingers, his shoulders-anything to keep him here.
    Because I know.
    I feel it.
    He is about to take us somewhere we can't follow.
    Somewhere we can't protect him from.
    His voice breaks.
    "I climbed the gate."
    My breath catches.
    Yoongi's fingers dig into his knee.
    "I didn't even think about it," Taehyung says, voice flat. "I just... moved."
    His hands twitch. His jaw locks.
    "I scaled the bars, pulled myself up, and dropped down on the other side."
    A slow, shaky exhale.
    "And then I ran."
    I grip his wrist, squeezing. Trying to ground him. Trying to pull him back.
    "Baby-"
    "I had to get inside," Taehyung murmurs. "I had to see them. I had to make them see me."
    A pause.
    A breath.
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