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

Chapter 104: The Eight Heartbeat

But I know this—My gut says it’s right.
That I’m on the edge of something big.

I press the home button on my phone.

It lands back on the LoveMap app.
Still unactivated.
For now.

But hopefully, if I'm right, not for long.

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Y/N’s POV

The house smells like butter, bergamot, panic, and potential.

Yeontan is barking at the Roomba.

Wacha has stationed herself like a fluffy dictator on top of the kitchen counter, silently judging the madness.

Yoongi is swearing under his breath about spring onions not cutting themselves.

And Jin oppa?

Jin oppa is radiating unholy levels of power in a white apron that says 'Legalize Love and Garlic', throwing chopped chives into a pan like he’s seasoning destiny.

Meanwhile, Tae is bouncing—literally bouncing—on the balls of his feet like he’s about to ascend into the ceiling.

And I’m wiping down the dining table for the fourth time, heart thundering in my chest because in just a few minutes—
we’re meeting Park Jimin.

Our final soulmate.
Well—maybe.

Officially? It’s just a creative meeting for Tae’s VR collab.

Unofficially?

It’s the moment fate’s been quietly circling toward for months.

And we’ve all been in a delightful, heart-clenching state of chaos since Jin oppa dropped the fucking bomb a few nights ago.

—Flashback; three nights ago—

“Okay, so—don’t freak out,”

Jin oppa said, walking into the living room with his tie half-loosened and that suspicious I-might-have-accidentally-stolen-a-helicopter look on his face.

Yoongi was curled up beside me on the couch, Wacha kneading into his lap like he owed her rent.

Tae was upside down on the armchair, feet in the air, Tannie in his arms like a royal baby.

Namjoon was organizing our books by emotional trauma level.

And then Hobi and kook—who were staying over for the weekend—were on the floor, sharing a giant blanket, giggling over TikToks.

We all looked up.

“...Famous last words,” Joon said flatly.

“Did you commit tax fraud?” Yoongi asked.

“What!? No! How dare you, I would never commit tax fraud,” Jin oppa snapped.

Kook leaned forward and jokingly quipped. “So what, don't tell me you kissed someone?”

Everyone paused.
Jin oppa froze.
Then said nothing.

Tae’s legs dropped off the chair.

“WAIT—WHAT?” I screeched, sitting up.

“WHO—WHERE—WHEN?” Hobi gasped.

Joon choked on his tea. “Jin, I don't believe that you would ever cheat us so that means... You didn’t—”