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 99: Of Roots and Rooms 🔥

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by Dandrie31

                                        
                                                  Jungkook came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist like they belonged there. Like he belonged here. 
"You made me feel like I belonged," he said. "Before this house ever existed." 
I turned to him, heart full. "Because you do. All of you do." 
He kissed my cheek. 
And I let the world still around us. 
These weren't just days.
They were the beginning of everything. 
Even though Hobi and Jungkook hadn't officially moved in yet, we could all feel it. 
Their clothes might not be in the closets, but their hearts? They were already home. 
And every night they left, it got a little harder to let them go. 
Like the house missed a beat without them. 
Like we did. 
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Jin's POV 
The rain had finally let up, but the warmth it left behind clung to the air like a lullaby. 
The house was glowing-soft, golden light spilling from every window like a heartbeat. 

                                
                                    
                                
                                  
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
                                
                                  
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                              I'd cracked my bedroom window open just enough to let in the fresh scent of petrichor, a subtle breeze lifting the corner of the book I wasn't really reading. 
From outside, I could hear the easy, melodic laughter of Yoongi and Hobi. 
Hobi had this bright, almost boyish laugh when Yoongi teased him too far-and Yoongi had that smirk in his voice when he knew he'd won. 
In the living room, the low hum of Jungkook's voice and the quiet cadence of Y/N's replies wove through the air like a spell-soft, intimate. 
There was something about the way Jungkook talked to her now. 
Like everything mattered. 
Like every second was something to be memorized. 
I didn't have to see them to know his eyes were soft, and hers were glowing. 
And me? 
I was on page forty-something of a book I couldn't remember starting, trying to pretend I wasn't slowly losing my mind over how good Joonie looked earlier in that low-cut black tee, or how Tae had been practically radiating this nervous energy all day-like he was sitting on some secret waiting to burst free. 
The door creaked open without a knock, and Tae flopped headfirst onto my bed, hair slightly damp from a shower, eyes wide and faraway. 
"I'm rich," he mumbled into my comforter. 
I blinked, closing the book around my finger. "So he told you?" 
He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling like it might blink back.