Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 92: Every Version of Us

Hoseok's POV

Click. Smile. Wave. Spin. Laugh.

Repeat.

The LED lights burned bright in the makeshift studio corner of our apartment-our apartment-while the camera rolled, capturing every second of the forced sunshine I wore like armor.

"Hey guys! What's up, it's your boy J-Hope back with another 'Day in My Life' vlog!"

I beamed at the camera, throwing finger hearts and exaggerated wink-bombs.

"Let's start with my favorite smoothie recipe-because your boy has to glow from the inside out, right?"

I added a wink for good measure.
The fans loved those.

The camera didn't flinch, but I nearly did.

My reflection in the monitor smiled wide-too wide-and the corners of my eyes didn't crinkle like they usually did.

Behind that camera lens, behind the comments that would soon flood the screen with "J-hope you're glowing!" and "King of serotonin!"-I was unraveling.

It had been four days since Jungkook stood in front of me, heart bleeding through every syllable, and told me-

"I have seven soulmates... and I think one of them is you."

Four days since our kiss-trembling and infinite-and I hadn't stopped hearing his voice since.

Not in the silence of morning coffee, not during the noise of brand meetings, not even through the pumping beat of dance rehearsals.

Especially not then.

His voice followed me like a shadow. It echoed through my bones.

I filmed TikToks that day, danced to trendy audio clips with practiced precision and smiling eyes.

But when the camera stopped rolling, so did I. The energy drained from my body like a switch had flipped.

I collapsed on the couch, still in the outfit the stylists had dropped off, my fingers curling into the fabric like it might ground me.

He said he had seven soulmates.

Seven.

And he thought I was one of them.

I should've felt honored. Chosen.

I should've smiled like I always do and pulled him close and whispered, Of course, it's us. It's always been us.

But instead... I froze.

And now I was suffocating in the silence of my own making.

Instagram story next.

I forced a grin and snapped a selfie in front of my smoothie bowl.

'Mood: chasing light even when clouds try me