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 79: Interrupted Kisses & Unfinished Business

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by Dandrie31

                                        
                                                  I skated effortlessly, gliding through the crisp air, my heart light with the joy of the moment. 
And then there was Taehyung. 
"Oh, for the love of-bear cub, again?" I choked out through laughter as he hit the ice with an exaggerated thud. 
Taehyung groaned dramatically, rubbing his backside. "I swear, the ice wants me to suffer." 
I skated over, offering my hand, only for him to smirk up at me. "You won't let go, right?" 
I narrowed my eyes. "cub-" 
Too late. The second I pulled him up, he yanked me down with him. A yelp escaped my lips as I landed beside him, the cold seeping through my coat. 
"You menace," I gasped, shoving him lightly. 
He cackled, head thrown back, breath visible in the winter air. For a moment, we just sat there, breathless with laughter. 
Then, Taehyung nudged me with his elbow, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Noona, Look over there." 
I followed his gaze to the benches outside the rink. Namjoon sat there, our bags piled beside him, his hands shoved into his pockets. His dimples peeked out as he smiled at us, watching with amused fondness. 
"Go to him," Tae said, voice softer now. Then, with a dramatic flutter of his fingers, he wiggled his brows. 
"Be free, my little lovebird." 
I snorted, rolling my eyes. 
"You're insufferable." 
"But you love me anyway." 
Shaking my head, I pushed myself up, skating toward the edge of the rink. As I stepped off the ice, my breath puffed out in little clouds, and I made my way over to Namjoon. 

                                
                                    
                                
                                  
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
                                
                                  
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                              Without hesitation, I plopped down beside him on the bench, pressing close for warmth. He let out a soft chuckle but didn't pull away when I reached for his hands. 
"They're freezing," I murmured, rubbing his fingers between mine. 
"You're warm," he replied, voice quiet. 
I glanced at him, studying the set of his jaw, the distant look in his eyes. "What's going on in that big brain of yours?" 
He sighed, staring down at our joined hands. "I keep thinking about last night. About... Jin hyung." 
I stayed silent, giving him space. 
Joon inhaled deeply, his breath shaky. 
"I keep replaying it. The way I let fear take over. The way I convinced myself I was protecting him. But all I did was break him." 
I squeezed his hand. 
"I should've fought for him," he whispered. 
"But I didn't. I chose to let him go."