Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 102: Choreographed by Fate

"Get in the car, Jung Hoseok," I mutter, ears warming. He laughs all the way into the passenger seat.

"Is this a date? It feels like a date."

I lift a brow. "Didn't realize I needed to ask."

He pauses, then softens. "You didn't."

His hand brushes mine briefly before I close his door. "But for the record... it is a date."

As we pull away, Hobi's already buzzing, flipping through his own copy of the event brochure.

"I still can't believe she invited us personally," Hobi murmurs, eyes darting across the glossy paper.

"Kim Jia. World-renowned ballerina. Concert pianist. Choreographer. Artistic juggernaut. That Kim Jia."

"Who happens to be our soulmate's little sister," I add.

"Like, that's not even fair," he groans, flopping back dramatically. "We're dating into a dynasty."

I chuckle. "You're not wrong."

The car ride is filled with banter, flirty teasing, and dramatic readings of the event notes like we're theater critics on a red carpet.

We talk about how stunning Jia's last performance was, how she blends classic piano with modern emotion, how the trailers for L'Éveil looked like something out of a cinematic fever dream.

"She's unreal," Hobi murmurs, a soft awe in his voice. "You know, I followed Ballet Lumina's tours before I even knew her name. And now? She's basically our family."

"Jin hyung's little sister," I say, still in disbelief. "It's insane."

"And she invited us," Hobi adds, leaning his head against the window with a dreamy smile.

"What is our life?"

"Pretty damn good," I say softly.

"Did you see what they wrote about her in Le Monde last month?"

"Don't remind me," he sighs.

"They called her the heartbeat of contemporary classical expression. Who even writes like that?"

"Someone who's seen her perform."

I nod. "You know I went to Paris. Five years ago. It was a solo piano show-small venue. She played a ten-piece suite that had the audience sobbing by the end."

He blinks. "Wait... you were in Paris for that?"

I glance over. "Yeah. You?"

He laughs, stunned. "Kookie and I flew out for that show on a whim. Same performance. Same night."

I stare. "You're joking."

"Dead serious."

We both burst into laughter, wide-eyed.

"That's insane," I say.

"Fate," he grins. "We probably brushed shoulders at the merch table and didn't even know."

"nah we would have felt that soulmate pull then and there, but we might have sat in the same row."

"Or cried over the same song."

We fall quiet for a beat, the shared memory settling between us like silk.

"Crazy how the universe works," he murmurs.

"Not that crazy," I say softly. "Not when it leads me to you."

He turns to look at me fully, eyes warm.