Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]
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    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 96: Where We Are Meant to Be

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    Y/N noona tugs at Joon's hand next, eyes twinkling. "You owe me a spin." 
    Joonie hums, pulling her closer. 
    "I owe you the world," he says, pressing a kiss to her hand before twirling her effortlessly. 
    And for a second, I swear time slows. 
    It's not just the dance-it's the way he looks at her, the way she laughs like he's given her something weightless, something infinite. 
    "Ugh, we have to follow that?" I groan, laughing as I glance at Kookie. 
    He grins, lacing his fingers with mine. 
    "No pressure." 
    But when he pulls me close, his hands steady on my hips, something in me stills. 
    Because for all the noise, all the teasing, this-this quiet press of his palm against mine, the way his body moves in sync with mine without hesitation-is the thing that makes my heart trip over itself. 
    He doesn't lead. 
    I don't follow.
    We just fit. 
    Just like how we always did. 
    He leans in, his breath warm against my temple. 
    
                                
    
                                    "We're home," he whispers
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
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    "We're home," he whispers. 
    I exhale, resting my forehead against his. 
    "Yeah," I whisper back. "We really are." 
    Jin hyung joins the dance floor next, slipping between Joonie and Y/N noona with obnoxious dramatic flair, spinning her like he's leading a grand waltz at a palace ball. 
    Tae, giggling, tugs Kookie into their little orbit. They twirl, stumble, laugh, their bond so natural, so undeniable, it makes my eyes sting. 
    And then-just as I think I've reached my limit of feeling too much-Yoongi hyung brushes past me. 
    He presses a kiss to the top of my head, so fleeting, so casual. 
    Like it's the most natural thing in the world.
    Like it's his natural thing to do. 
    And then-before my brain even catches up-he's gone, hand slipping into Jiwoo-noona's, guiding her to the floor with a quiet confidence, a whisper of a smile. 
    I stand there, rooted to the spot. 
    A mess of emotions, breath caught somewhere in my throat, face burning in deep shades of red. 
    Kookie and Tae watched me knowingly a grin automatically plasters on Tae's face. 
    Kook's head tilting slightly, and his grin turns teasing. 
    "Ohhh," he murmurs, drawing out the syllable. "Hyung. You're so in trouble." 
    I glare at him. "Shut up."
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