|| 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...
"You're about to see what real driving looks like!"
"I've seen you parallel park. Calm down."
We crash. A lot. We swerve. We scream.
I win the first race by a hair, and Jungkook demands a rematch so aggressively that the kid behind us actually backs away slowly.
"Fine," I say, "but this time we bet."
He raises a brow. "What kind of bet?"
"If I win, you buy me the largest slushie they sell here. Blue raspberry."
"And if I win?"
"You get... one wish. Anything."
His grin turns mischievous. "Anything?
I blink. "I mean-uh-within reason."
He cackles and cracks his knuckles like some final boss.
"Prepare to lose, blue car boy."
I do, in fact, lose. Horribly.
He screams and flails and yells
"YOU OWE ME A WISH"
loud enough to make a few parents turn their heads.
I buy him a victory churro out of shame.
Neon lights surround us, floors sticky with spilled soda, the bass-heavy soundtrack of pinball machines and retro beeps surrounding us like a chaotic symphony.
It's loud, kind of messy, and somehow perfect.
We're locked in a battle on a two-player fighting game-one of those old-school button mashers with wild special moves and ridiculous character names.
I've picked some flamboyant dude with fire powers.
Jungkook's gone for the sleek ninja type.
Figures.
"I swear, if you spam that kick combo one more time, I'm disowning you,"
I yell, laughing as he absolutely wrecks me in the third round.
"You can't disown me, hyung, you adopted me!"
he fires back, smug as he leans dramatically to the side, avoiding my attacks like he's in The Matrix.
I let out a mock screech, dramatically flopping back against the wall behind us.
"He's turned against me! Betrayal! Treason!"
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He just laughs-really laughs-head thrown back, eyes scrunched up, the sound loud and unfiltered.
It makes something weirdly soft bloom in my chest. Something warm. Real.
I find myself grinning so hard my cheeks start to hurt.
"You're so dramatic," he says, shoving me playfully with his shoulder.