|| 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...
Dressed in soft black denim on top of white shirt, sleeves pushed up, veins visible on his forearms, silver chain around his neck, his hair effortlessly swept back.
His eyes scanned the cafe with cautious intensity. His nervousness was palpable, but the moment he saw us-really saw us-his entire expression cracked open.
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Softened. Lit up.
And then- Hoseok.
If Jungkook was gravity, Hoseok was light.
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He was in all black and jeans that hugged his figure just right. His hair was styled in a fluffy swoop that framed his face like it belonged in an art gallery.
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His smile-God, his smile-hit me like a sunrise. Warm. Unfiltered. Pure.
Yoongi-fucking Yoongi-literally gasped.
"Holy shit," he muttered, and I swear to god, I heard his brain short-circuit. His straw snapped clean in half between his teeth.
"They're..." Oppa's voice trailed off.
"They're so beautiful," Tae finished in a whisper.
And then they were in front of us.
Frozen. Just a breath away.
Jungkook looked like he was holding his heart in his hands.