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 46: From Wounds To War ⚠️

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by Dandrie31

She trails off, tilting her head. "I heard that her fiance is her soulmate too, so she'd understand. I think she'd want to help. "

I stare down at my coffee, fingers tightening around the cup.

"I don't know," I admit. "It feels... weird. Asking her for help."

"Why?" Yeona challenges.

"Because it's Dara."

Yeona snorts. "And?"

"And she's-" I sigh, exasperated. "She's Dara. She's literally perfect. She's brilliant and well-connected and nice and helpful and-"

I groan. "God, I can't even hate her properly."

Yeona laughs. "You've never actually hated her, Y/N."

"I tried," I mutter.

She smirks. "Yeah. And failed. Look, I get it. She's Dara. But that doesn't change the fact that she might be able to help you."

I exhale slowly, thinking.

Would Dara actually help?
Would she even care?
I don't know.

But if there's even the slightest chance that her fiancé could lead us in the right direction-then we have to take it.

"I'll talk to Yoongi."

Yeona nods, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "I know this isn't easy. But you guys aren't alone, okay? There's always another way."

I nod, but the weight in my chest doesn't lessen.

Because I can't stop thinking about Taehyung.

And I can't stop hearing Yoongi's voice in my head.
"We fucking promised."

And we're running out of ways to keep that promise.

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Yoongi and I don't talk much as we walk into the restaurant, but we don't need to.

This feels big.

Bigger than just asking for legal help. Bigger than reaching out to someone we barely know outside of work.

It's about Taehyung.

It's about keeping our promise. And if there's even a chance that Dara's fiancé can help us, then we have to take it.

Still, it doesn't sit right to have this conversation at the office, where professionalism hangs between us like an unspoken rule.

So we asked Dara to dinner.
She agreed immediately.

That's how we find ourselves at a quiet, upscale restaurant, waiting for her to arrive.

The air smells like grilled meat and expensive wine, the low hum of conversation surrounding us.

Yoongi's fingers tap absently against the table, his restlessness subtle but there.