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 98: A House Built in Love

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    Everything in his room screamed curated elegance. Gold accents. A velvet settee at the foot of the bed. 
    Fresh orchids in a sleek black vase on a mirrored vanity. The smell of peonies and cedarwood lingered in the air. 
    "Welcome to Versailles," Jin oppa announced, sweeping his hand as if inviting royalty into his domain. 
    Jungkook walked in like he was stepping onto a movie set. 
    "This is the kind of room where you plan your revenge monologue." 
    "It's giving K-drama CEO energy," Hobi added, leaning on the doorway. 
    "Do you conduct business in here or just look incredible?" 
    "Both," Jin oppa said with a wink. 
    "Also, I want you to know," he continued, turning toward Tae, 
    "I specifically delayed moving in for the drama. I deserved this big reveal moment." 
    He ushered us into his bathroom, which had more marble than a Roman palace. 
    A freestanding tub sat near the window, and the black tile shower had three rainfall heads. 
    "There's no reason for it to look this good," I said, touching the vanity with exaggerated awe. 
    "It's aspirational," Hobi whispered. 
    Yoongi nudged him. "So you're saying it's inspiring?" 
    "I'm saying I'm seduced." 
    "Good," Oppa beamed. 
    We peeked into his walk-in closet, and the automatic lighting came on like a stage. It was color-coded, pristine, and so vast it had a chaise lounge in the middle. 
    "You have a closet island," Jungkook said, eyes wide. "What is this, The Devil Wears Prada?" 
    "Where else would I put my watch case?" 
    Jin oppa replied, already smoothing down a sleeve on a hanging blazer. 
    Yeontan trotted in at that moment and flopped dramatically onto the chaise like he owned it. 
    "I see he's already claimed it," Tae muttered. 
    "Smart dog," Jin oppa said fondly, giving him a kiss on the head. 
    Next up was Yoongi's room, and walking into it felt like stepping inside a record sleeve or a poem written at 2AM. 
    His bedroom was quieter. Intentional. 
    
                                
    
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    Clean lines. Moody black walls, softened by wooden slats that added texture and a cocoon-like warmth. In one corner sat a grand piano, already unwrapped. 
    A speaker played soft lo-fi in the background as movers slid a few amps into place. 
    A soft woven rug grounded the room, and Wacha was already curled up on the back of his favorite armchair like she belonged.
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