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

Chapter 104: The Eight Heartbeat

Because if kissing Jin felt like falling, thinking about Taehyung feels like floating.

It’s embarrassing, really.

The way I’ve been watching him for years—his VR exhibits, his creative showcases, the reckless, magical way he moves in his own world.

Every time I see his work, it’s like I’m pulled into his orbit. Like the universe takes a breath and tilts toward him.

Even now… I feel it.
That same pull.

And for years, I thought I was being stupid. Just an artist admiring another artist.

A performer fascinated with someone whose hands seem to weave universes from nothing.

But that isn’t the whole truth.

The whole truth is this,

There were nights—quiet, aching nights—where I’d be alone in my studio, eyes glued to one of his immersive scenes, the room dimmed, the air thick, and I’d touch myself thinking of him.

Not just his face, not just his body—but the way he creates. The way he sees. The way he breathes life into pixels.

There was always something more there.

Something unspoken.
Something I told myself to ignore.

Until now.

Because now I’ve kissed his... friend?
His...soulmate?

I shake my head.
No. No way.

It can’t be a coincidence.

They know each other.
Jin and Taehyung.

And that look in Jin’s eyes last night—the knowing—the promise in his voice when he said, you’ll see…

What the hell is happening?

I stare at my phone.

Then, like the chaos demon that lives in my gut wins the argument over logic—I swipe over and open the LoveMap app.

It stares back at me.
Still unactivated. Blank.

I’ve never touched it.

Not because I didn’t believe in it, or because I didn’t want to meet whoever the universe decided was mine.

No—I didn’t activate it because I wasn’t ready.

Because my life, my passion, my art—it always came first.

I told myself I’d wait.
That the right time would come.

But maybe the right time isn’t something you wait for.

Maybe it arrives.

Like a kiss on a balcony.
Like a pull you can’t ignore.

Like two names echoing through your chest.

Kim Seokjin.
Kim Taehyung.

What if they’re mine?

What if...Im not crazy and I really am theirs too?

The thought makes my throat go dry.

I remember something else—something wild.

A news article I read months ago.

I’d clicked it out of habit because it mentioned “Kim Taehyung” in the headline, but what I found…

Courtroom drama. Abuse. A lawsuit.