|| 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...
And it's Kookie, nudging my shoulder now and whispering,
"One day, this'll be ours too. Every day."
God, I hope so.
We're not there yet. But we're building it.
Every visit, every dinner, every lazy Sunday morning when we sneak in early just to wake them with cuddles and whispered I missed yous-we're building it.
Wacha struts in again, tail in the air, as if inspecting the final arrangements before showtime. She jumps onto the plush armrest beside Y/N noona, giving a slow blink of approval.
Yeontan barks once, a soft little yip, like he knows it too.
And then-*ding dong* The doorbell rings.
Everything stills.
Jin hyung looks up from the salad. Yoongi hyung wipes his hands. Joonie freezes mid-sip. Y/N noona straightens the candles again. Tae sets Yeontan down.
Kookie grabs my hand.
They're here. And my heart races.
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There are moments in life when your chest feels too small to hold your heart.
That's exactly how it felt standing beside Kookie in the arched double doorway of this impossibly grand house-Our soulmates' house. No... our house.
Warm light spilled from chandeliers overhead, casting golden mosaics across polished wood floors.
The scent of Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung's cooking drifted from the kitchen-rich, comforting, and alive. Soft jazz floated in the air, weaving through it all like a thread of calm before the storm.
Then the door opened. And the storm wasn't chaos-it was love. Wild, loud, messy, beautiful love.
They didn't arrive quietly. They burst in. Laughter, squeals, hugs that lasted longer than they should've.
The air shifted. It didn't feel like air anymore-it felt like memories, like stories overlapping.
If love had a scent, it would be cinnamon, red wine, and something just-baked that made your knees weak.
At first, I clung to Kookie's hand like it was the only solid thing left in the world.
"Do we bow? Wave? Hug?" I whispered, trying to mask my nerves behind a smile I wasn't sure was believable.
Kook leaned in, squeezing my fingers.
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