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 91: The Weight of Fate

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    "We promised. No matter what." 
    I nodded. 
    My voice came out hoarse. 
    "I didn't want to hurt you." 
    His smile was small and broken. 
    "Too late." 
    I got up slowly and walked toward him.
    
                                
    
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    He didn't move. 
    Just looked at me like he was trying to memorize my face in case it changed forever. 
    "I'm not leaving you," I said. 
    "Hyung, I-I love you so so so much." 
    He closed his eyes. 
    That beautiful face of his crumpled just slightly before he forced himself back into place. 
    "I know," he said. "I love you too." 
    I reached for his hands. 
    He let me hold them. 
    "But you felt something with them?" 
    he asked. 
    I didn't want to answer. 
    But I owed him that.
    I owed him everything. 
    "...Yes." 
    He breathed in, slow and deep, then looked down at our joined hands. 
    "We've built a life, Kook. Everything we have... we earned it. Every late night. Every scar. We held each other through it all. And we're happy. Aren't we?" 
    I nodded, blinking fast. "We are. I swear." 
    He looked up at me again, eyes shining now. 
    "Then why does it feel like I'm losing you?" 
    I didn't know how to answer. 
    Because I didn't want to go. 
    I didn't want to lose this. 
    This love. 
    This safe, beautiful thing we'd spent our youth building. This light he brought to every part of me. 
    He'd been my anchor. 
    My cheerleader. 
    My home. 
    The first person who ever made me believe I could be more than my fear. 
    He gave me joy. 
    Grounded me when I panicked. 
    Celebrated every win like it was his own. Loved me without condition. 
    How do you walk away from that?
    How do you risk breaking a heart that's only ever beat for you? 
    I brought his hands to my lips and kissed his knuckles. 
    "I don't want to lose you," I said. 
    His voice cracked. "Then don't." 
    We stood there, pressed together in the silence, hearts bruised and breaking. 
    And all I could think was, 
    Why can't the universe be simple?
    Why can't love just be enough? 
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