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 the doors were locked."
    "I checked every entrance. Every fucking door. I tried to break a window-"
    His voice shakes.
    "I couldn't get in."
    The frustration in his voice is thick. Raw.
    "I-I just needed-"
    He swallows hard.
    "I needed to hurt them."
    A thick silence stretches through the air.
    His fingers clench into fists, his nails digging into his palms.
    A sharp inhale.
    "I saw him."
    Yoongi's entire body locks up.
    "I saw my uncle."
    The house is a mansion.
    It's massive, pristine, with a sleek black gate that looms high, locking out the rest of the world.
    Taehyung stares at it, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
    It's suffocatingly perfect.
    Gleaming windows. Expensive cars. A fucking chandelier visible from the massive front entrance.
    It is disgusting.
    "This is mine," he breathes.
    His nails dig into his palms.
    "They stole this from me."
    He moves.
    Walks straight up to the gate.
    Tries to push it open.
    It doesn't budge.
    It's locked.
    Of course, it's locked.
    His chest heaves.
    His fingers curl around the bars, yanking, shaking them, rage searing through his veins.
    "Fucking-OPEN."
    But it doesn't.
    Of course, it doesn't.
    His head pounds.
    His heart slams against his ribs.
    He needs to get in.
    He needs to see them.
    His entire body is shaking with frustration, with wrath, with pure, unfiltered agony.
    And then-
    His eyes flicker to the side.
    To the back.
    His body moves on instinct.
    He slips around the side of the house, the darkness swallowing him whole. The backyard is even bigger, a perfectly manicured garden stretching behind the house.
    A fountain stands in the center, water trickling softly down its edges. 
    A perfectly paved path winds through rows of flowers, meticulously arranged and perfectly maintained.
    And he sees him. Standing there.
    Standing there-
    Watering his goddamn plants.
    Like he didn't ruin Taehyung's life.
    Like he didn't steal his parents' love, their money, their legacy.
    Like he didn't turn Taehyung into a ghost of himself for years.
    His stomach twists.
    His vision blurs.
    His chest heaves.
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