|| 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...
I inhale deeply, gathering my thoughts, before finally breaking the silence. "Suga."
He looks up, and I don't let myself hesitate. "I think it's time we talk about this," I say quietly.
Suga stills. And I know-I know he understands exactly what I mean. For a second, he just studies me. Weighing the moment, the words.
Then, slowly, he nods. "Yeah."
I exhale, rubbing my thumb along the rim of my glass. "I've been avoiding it," I admit. "Avoiding you. Y/N. Even Taehyung, and I haven't even met him yet."
Suga stays quiet, letting me speak.
"I told myself I could pretend it wasn't real. That the pull wasn't there. That if I didn't acknowledge it, it wouldn't change anything." I pause, watching him. "But it has changed everything."
Suga's fingers twitch slightly, but his expression is open. Listening.
"I'm scared," I confess. "I messed up once. Badly. And I thought-I thought I could keep myself from ever making another mistake by just... not trying at all."
Suga's eyes soften.
"But being here with you?" I let out a breath. "I know I can't run from this anymore."
A beat of silence.
Then-Suga smiles.
And not just any smile. A full, gummy smile.
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Bright, unguarded, happy.
It's like the night just got a little warmer. And I- I stare.
Because I wasn't prepared for this.
I wasn't prepared for how good he looks when he smiles like that, how it shifts his entire face, how it makes me want to say something completely stupid just to see it again.
And before I can stop myself, the words slip out.
"Holy shit, you're adorable."
Suga freezes.
And then-"What the fuck, Namjoon?!"
I burst out laughing.
"I take it back," he groans, covering his face with his hands. "I take it all back. I hate you."
I'm still laughing, not just of his adorableness and his unexpected reactions, but also because I feel free.
Free of this gnawing feeling in my chest whenever I step away from them. Free of my anxiety and hesitation whenever I stop myself from staring at them.
Ultimately, Free of my fear of them.
Suga groans, dragging a hand down his face before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. "Alright, fine," he mutters, unlocking the screen.