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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    "YOU STOLE FROM ME!"
    "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"
    He fights.
    Kicks.
    Shakes.
    Rage explodes in his chest, his veins searing with it.
    His aunt spins toward him, eyes flashing with pure disgust.
    "You ungrateful little shit!" she spits.
    Her heels click sharply against the pavement as she storms toward him.
    "You were nothing before us! Nothing but a filthy, abandoned brat-"
    Taehyung snarls, his body lunging forward.
    "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
    His aunt's eyes narrow.
    "We fed you. We clothed you."
    She glares down at him, her lip curling in disgust.
    "And this is how you repay us?"
    Taehyung trembles.
    His chest burns.
    His teeth grit so hard his jaw aches.
    His aunt tilts her head, voice dropping into something sickly sweet.
    "You know what, Taehyung?"
    His stomach twists.
    "You are just like your parents."
    His blood runs cold.
    "Pathetic. Useless. Violent."
    Her gaze hardens.
    "Rot in HELL. Just like your mom and dad."
    He loses it.
    A guttural scream tears from his throat, his body thrashing violently, trying-desperate-to get to her.
    To hurt her.
    To make her bleed.
    The men tighten their hold, his arms wrenched behind him, his body shoved into the ground.
    "LET ME GO!"
    They don't.
    His cheek scrapes against the pavement, his ribs pressing against the cold stone.
    And then-
    A blow to the side.
    A sharp, explosive pain.
    His breath chokes.
    Then-
    Another.
    And another.
    And another.
    Pain blossoms in his ribs, his stomach, his face.
    His body jerks with every hit, his screams turning into shallow gasps.
    He coughs.
    Spits blood.
    His vision swims.
    His ears ring.
    He tries to breathe, but the weight crushing him won't let him.
    And above him-
    A smirk.
    His uncle's.
    His aunt's.
    Standing over him, watching.
    Like they're amused.
    Like he's a joke.
    "Look at you."
    His uncle crouches low, voice mocking.
    "You are still the worthless little kid we know."
    Taehyung's head swims.
    His body throbs.
    "A waste of space."
    His vision blurs.
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