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 102: Choreographed by Fate

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    That's when we hear it.
    A voice.
    Singing. 
    Soft. Smooth. Familiar. 
    "In this moment, I see you..." 
    "Oh my god," Hobi whispers, grabbing my arm. 
    That's Taehyung.
    Singing. Soft and happy. 
    "It always comes around as I believed..." 
    We follow the sound, stepping into the kitchen with the kind of caution usually reserved for approaching wild, beautiful things. 
    
                                
    
                                    And there he is
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
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    And there he is.
    Back to us. Apron tied. 
    Hair fluffy. Swaying. 
    Hands cooking something on the stove-batter sizzling, the air warm with cinnamon. 
    "When the rain stops, you shine on me..." 
    He's singing like the world is made of starlight. 
    He's dancing.
    He's glowing. 
    "Is he... cooking?" Hobi whispers. 
    "I... think so," I reply slowly. "His hands are moving but... no fire alarms yet." 
    "Oh thank GOD we got takeout," Jungkook hisses. 
    And then-"I HEARD THAT, HATERS!" 
    Tae spins around, spatula raised like a sword. 
    His apron is dusted with flour. 
    His cheeks are flushed. 
    His eyes are sparkling. 
    Wacha hops up onto the kitchen counter and immediately sniffs the air like an unimpressed critic. 
    Tannie barks once and settles near Tae's feet like a loyal knight. 
    "I'm just making hotteok for dessert, you ungrateful peasants!" Tae huffs, flour on his cheek and pride in his stance. 
    "You're actually... happy?" Y/N asks like she's unsure if he's real or just a figment of our collective soulmate hallucination. 
    "What made you so giddy all of a sudden?"
    Joon adds, watching Tae like he expects the answer to be something between "won the lottery" and "summoned a woodland god." 
    "You found inspiration for your next project?" Hobi asks, tilting his head with that cheeky smirk. 
    "Or did Yeontan whisper secrets of the universe to you again?" 
    Taehyung dramatically flicks off the stove, turns with an operatic spin, and plants himself right in the middle of the kitchen, chest out like he's about to announce a royal decree. 
    And then, that smile. 
    That infuriating, smug, boxy smile that only Kim Taehyung can pull off. 
    "Yes," he says, breathless with conviction.
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