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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    "And then I was on the ground."
    A breath.
    A pause.
    And then-
    Everything falls apart and his voice breaks.
    "I didn't even have time to react."
    Yoongi's grip tightens.
    His breath comes sharp, uneven.
    "There were hands on me. Multiple."
    Taehyung's fingers curl into fists.
    "I was pulled back. Thrown down. Restrained."
    My breath catches.
    Yoongi tenses violently.
    "And my uncle-"
    A shuddering inhale.
    "My uncle was laughing."
    Yoongi jerks forward.
    His body shakes with barely restrained fury.
    "Laughing like it was fucking funny."
    Taehyung swallows hard.
    His voice drops, hoarse and quiet-like it's choking him.
    "Like I was funny."
    Pain explodes through his ribs as his back slams into the ground.
    There are hands on him. 
    Holding him down.
    Too many.
    Too strong.
    His arms are pinned. 
    His legs kicked apart.
    He thrashes, his body twisting violently, a snarl ripping from his throat
    "LET ME GO!"
    But they don't.
    They dig in.
    And then-
    "HAH-"
    A laugh.
    A breathless, mocking laugh.
    His uncle.
    Taehyung's head whips up, his breath heaving.
    And there he is.
    Still on the ground, still beaten and bloody-but grinning.
    "Damn, kid." His uncle wipes at the blood smeared across his lips, his voice laced with amusement. "Got a hell of a temper on you."
    Taehyung seethes.
    His body coils, his muscles straining against the men restraining him.
    His uncle's smile widens.
    "Look at you," he sneers. "You're just like me."
    Taehyung still freezes.
    A flicker of something cold slithers down his spine.
    "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
    His chest locks.
    He knows that voice.
    Heavy heels click against the pavement.
    "MY GOD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"
    Taehyung's breath shudders.
    His aunt.
    Her perfume burns in his nose, that same overpowering floral scent that used to make him sick when he was a kid.
    She gasps dramatically, rushing over to his uncle, her hands fluttering over his bruised face.
    "My poor husband!" she wails. "What did that little monster do to you?!"
    His uncle groans in exaggerated pain, his lips twitching-still fucking grinning.
    And Taehyung-
    Something inside him snaps.
    "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"
    His roar tears through the night, his body jerking violently, thrashing against the men holding him down.
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