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

Chapter 102: Choreographed by Fate

The silence of her face, even as her body moves with mechanical grace.

She is breathtaking. But trapped.

I glance at Hobi. He's transfixed, jaw slightly parted, eyes wide with reverence.

"She's incredible," he whispers.

"She's telling a story," I murmur. "Her own."

And I know it's not just Jia's.
It's Jin hyung's, too.

The ballerina lives inside the echo chamber of legacy.

Every move she makes is precise-measured by invisible judges.

She curtsies before faceless figures. Her limbs stretch outward but never stray.

The piano weeps beneath Jia's hands.

Not loudly-controlled. Like someone crying behind a closed door.

The audience is silent. Breath held. And I can feel it-every parent, every child who's ever tried to live up to expectations, feels it.

"This is what he went through," I say softly, almost to myself.

"Jin hyung," Hobi says.

I nod. "And Jia. Both of them. Their parents molded them like statues. Beautiful, poised... and frozen."

Hobi leans his head lightly against my shoulder.

"And they still became bright stars," he murmurs. "Even when they weren't allowed to be human."

She meets someone.

A dancer draped in midnight blue enters-a contrast to her pale costume.

His movements are wild.
Free. Unapologetically joyful.
He spins her into a duet.

And suddenly, she falters.
Her movements soften.

Her footwork loses the rigid perfection-and gains soul.

They dance. They fall. They feel.

And Jia's music soars.

It lifts from the pit of sorrow into something warmer. Hopeful.

Every key pressed like a heartbeat speeding up.

"This is when she falls in love," Hobi whispers beside me, eyes locked on the stage.

"With someone she's not supposed to love," I murmur, the words catching in my throat.

And I think of us.
All of us.

Our soulmates-this impossible, beautiful constellation we've become.

Jin hyung falling for Joon.

And then for the rest of us, in his quiet, overwhelming way.