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

Chapter 104: The Eight Heartbeat

Hyun
The lawyer. Jia’s brother, right? They're the ones you want to meet, huh? Are you attracted with them too?

I almost drop my phone.

Jimin
WHAT

Hyun
Relax. You’re transparent. Been working with you too long.

Hyun
Never seen you this nosy about people in your life.

Hyun
Also, you were very pouty when you couldn't join the meeting with Taehyung.

I ignored it for now.

Jimin
You said familiar faces. How many people were there?

Hyun
Seven, I think. Taehyung included.

I stop breathing.

Seven.
Seven people.

Seven soulmates?
Is that even possible?

The next thing I know, I’m deep into the internet. Clicking through articles, profiles, tagged photos, gossip columns.

First, J-Hope. Then Jungkook. Then Jin—again, he's engaged?? My heart shatters at the thought, should I ask Jia? God I'm going crazy.

I search for Taehyung’s case again, watching his testimony, his photos post-trial, his smiles returning.

My heart aches.

I find more names.
More images.

An apartment in Gangnam.

A massive shared house in Seoul but Jin is never there, are they not together?

Are they just friends?

I see more candid shots, performance reels, legal write-ups.

And something else, little moments but always without Jin.

Videos of Taehyung with other people, people I fucking feel the same pull with, together.

Glimpses of hands brushing.
Shared looks. Private smiles.

All of it glowing with something I can’t name.

Something I feel.
And now I can’t stop.

I need to know who the others are.
I need to see their faces.
I need to understand what this pull is.

Why Jin is never with them in these photos, in any videos... Am I wrong? Are they really not soulmates?

No I know Jia told me about their father, is he hiding from him?

Protecting them from him? Just like Jia is protecting...Tristan, her soulmate.

That must be it. That must be why.
And my aches for him, for them.

For all of them, not being able to proudly shout their love for each other to the world.

I exhale and lean my back to my chair.

I can't wait to meet them.

I can't wait to see them and get some answers.

I cant wait to prove to myself that I'm not crazy to feel all these with strangers.

I need to know. I need to understand.

Why I feel like I already belong to them, even if I don’t have the words yet.

Even if I haven’t said it out loud.

They feel like home.
Every single one of them.

And I don’t know what’s coming.