|| 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...
He stares at me like he's waiting, wondering about the thoughts swirling in my mind.
And suddenly, I feel it.
That ache.
That breathtaking realization.
Oh my God.
How did I get so lucky?
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He's so fucking beautiful.
I swallow, glancing down at my phone, still buzzing lightly in my grip.
The notification remains on the screen, glowing against the dimly lit room, as if taunting us.
I tilt my head, smiling as I watch him watch me.
His eyes, clear, bright, deep crinkling as he grins at me, and something inside my chest tightens, expands-something deep, something overwhelming.
I feel it in every fiber of my being.
This moment was always meant to happen.
He is my soulmate.
"Well," I murmur, my voice thick with something I can't quite name.
I don't look away.
I let myself fall-deeper, harder, like I was always meant to.
Hyung's hand slides over mine, warm, steady, right.
My heart pounds, my fingers curling around his instinctively, like a silent promise.
I smile, tilting my phone toward him, my lips parting as I finally-
"Looks like we have to catch up with them."
Jin hyung barely has time to react before I threw my phone to the couch and close the space between us, my lips capturing his in a kiss-hot, deep, consuming.
He exhales sharply against my lips, a surprised sound, but then-he melts.
Completely. Utterly.
Like this is something he's been waiting for, something he's craved in the quiet spaces of his heart.
His hands find me instinctively-one threading into my hair, gripping tight like he's afraid to let go, the other sliding along my jaw, fingertips tracing the line of my cheek.
His touch burns, sears, brands itself into me, and I don't want it to fade.
I press in closer, deepening the kiss, my hands framing his face as I drink him in.
Jin hyung sighs into my mouth, the sound soft and aching, and it makes something in me tighten, snap.
The world outside of this moment ceases to exist.
There's only us.
Only the way his lips part beneath mine, soft and yielding.
The way his breath hitches when my fingers trail down his throat, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse.
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