|| 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...
"This feels like a place where secrets live," Hobi whispered.
"I call it my cave," Yoongi said with a small smile. "It's soundproof."
Tae raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous."
"Or useful," I muttered under my breath.
Yoongi smirked at me.
His closet was more practical than Jin oppa's-dark wood, leather handles, shelves stacked with vintage tees, sweaters folded with obsessive neatness, and a dedicated drawer for vinyl.
And the bathroom? Dark stone. Deep soaking tub. Glass shower. Soft recessed lighting.
"This is where you disappear for three hours and come back reborn," Jungkook said, awed.
"You get it," Yoongi replied.
As we walked toward the laundry, I heard one of the movers curse from the hallway.
A cat tree nearly toppled over. Wacha, perched on the very top tier, gave him the most disdainful look a feline could conjure.
"Don't mind her," I called. "She's the real owner of the house."
"I believe it," he muttered, readjusting the scratching post.
The laundry room was as big as a small laundromat. Two washers, two dryers. Fold-out drying racks.
A long counter for folding and shelves labeled with natural detergents in glass jars. Cream and black tile. Wood cabinets.
"We do laundry as a group bonding ritual," Jin oppa announced proudly.
"No you don't," Hobi said.
"Watch us."
We stepped into the guest bedroom, and everyone fell silent for a second.
The walls were soft cream, the furniture modern but cozy. A plush bed with layered throws. A gallery wall of abstract art.
Beside the bed, a nightstand held a candle, a journal, and a note that read,
"Stay as long as you need. You're already home."
"That's not fair," Hobi said after a beat, his voice thick.
"You said it yourself," Joon said gently. "You're not guests."
"You just haven't unpacked yet," I whispered, reaching for his hand.
The guest bathroom was next to it, already stocked with soft towels, extra toothbrushes, their favorite skincare.
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Even a hair dryer Hobi had once said he liked.
Tae nudged him. "We remember everything."
Then came the side patio, sunlight spilling across the terracotta tiles. Lounge chairs. A hanging swing. Potted lemon trees.
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