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

Chapter 94: All the Evidences Led to Us ⚠️

“Let me sit at least!” I squealed, giggling as I got tugged down next to him.

“Phone. Now. I swear I’m gonna explode.”

I laughed, breathless, pulling my phone from my pocket.

As I opened the LoveMap app, I caught his eyes—wide, shimmering, so full of anticipation it made my heart ache.

“Hey,” I whispered. “I love you.”

His face softened instantly, lips parting. He cupped my face and whispered,

“I love you more, hyung. No matter what. Always.”

My breath caught.
Then I hit the button.

Activate Profile.

*Ping.*

You have activated your LoveMap profile.

The screen blinked, then showed my name and photo.

Jungkook peeked.

“God, my boyfriend is so sinfully hot.”

He kissed my temple.

I giggled, eyes rolling. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m so correct.” He nuzzled me shamelessly.

“Like. Look at this jawline. Look at this glow. My man is a walking sunbeam and I’m a lucky little moth.”

I was still laughing when the next notification popped up.

You’ve been matched with multiple soulmates. Explore your bonds and start your journey of shared connection.

The breath left my lungs.

“Oh my God…”

I couldn’t look away. My fingers trembled.

“Please,” I whispered, barely audible, “please let us be right…”

Another ping.

Connect with your new soulmates.

The screen populated slowly, like the universe taking a breath.

Eight profiles.
Eight.

Seven green dots.
One empty gray.

Then—

Min Yoongi.
L/N Y/N.
Kim Taehyung.
Kim Seokjin.
Kim Namjoon.
Jeon Jungkook.
[Unknown Profile – Inactive].

I gasped.
Tears poured down my face like a waterfall.

“Oh my God. Kookie…”

I turned to him—only for his lips to crash into mine with a desperation so fierce it took my breath away.

He kissed me like he needed air.
Like I was the air.

“I knew it,” he whispered between kisses.

“I knew it. Finally. You’re with me. With us. We’re right. We’re right. Thank you, hyung. Thank you. Thank you—”

I kissed him back with equal force, fingers tangling tightly in his hair, our mouths crashing like we’d waited lifetimes for this.

My tears mixed with the heat of his breath as I sobbed into the kiss—not out of sadness, but from the overwhelming swell of everything he’d given me.

Everything he was.

“I love you,” I gasped against his lips.

“I love you so much. Thank you for believing in us. For bringing me home.”