|| 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...
Because behind every word, I could feel it. The hesitation. The guilt.
And the quiet hope buried underneath.
He cared. And he was coming.
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The cafe was quiet, tucked into a tree-lined street just far enough from the bustle of the city to feel hidden.
Soft jazz floated through the air, mixing with the scent of fresh-ground espresso and pastries warm from the oven.
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I sat near the window, hands wrapped around a mug of chamomile tea I hadn't taken a sip from.
My fingers were trembling slightly.
My heart had been in my throat since I left Yoongi's apartment, since I read Jungkook's message, since I realized- This was happening.
I was going to meet him.
I kept my eyes on the door, but the moment he stepped through it, I knew.
I didn't need to see his name pop up in the app. I didn't even need to see his face.
I felt him.
That unmistakable, magnetic pull-like gravity, but warmer. Softer. Like someone had reached inside my chest and lit a lantern.
He stood in the doorway for a second, eyes scanning the café before they landed on me.
Wide, dark eyes. Shimmering like a night sky-galaxy-deep and threaded with something raw.
And then he walked toward me, hands nervously shoved into the pockets of a black bomber jacket. His steps were hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he had the right to be here.
I stood up slowly. And then I heard it.
"Uhm... uh-Y/N?"
His voice cracked slightly on my name.
Then, softly-"Noona?"
That broke me.
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