|| BTS x Reader Poly Soulmates ||
In a world where soulmates are confirmed with algorithms, can human connection still thrive?
It's 2025, the LoveMap App promises to revolutionize how we find love. Based on intricate data, emotional intelligence, a...
She blinked slowly, turned her back on me, and curled into her blanket like she had better things to do.
Fair enough.
Downstairs smelled like coffee and grilled Spam-warm and familiar.
Jin oppa and Yoongi were already up, moving around the kitchen, pots clinking, something sizzling on the stove.
It was the kind of morning that felt a little messy but full of love.
Tae was curled up under a throw blanket in the living room, Tannie tucked in his lap like a warm little loaf.
Jimin was sprawled across both of them, snoring softly, one arm wrapped around Tannie like he was a teddy bear.
Kook and Joon were in the sun-drenched part of the living room, crouched by Bam and showering him with affection as they set down fresh water and kibble.
"Morning," I said, walking over, ruffling Kook's hair and kissing his temple before dropping a kiss on Joon's cheek.
He looked up and gave me that sleepy smile I adored.
Bam perked up and padded toward me, tail wagging slow and steady, his ears relaxed.
"Hi, sweetheart," I whispered, crouching down and scratching behind his ears.
He leaned into me, warm and solid and impossibly sweet.
"He already knows you're one of us," Kook said, eyes soft.
"Honestly, I think he's already made me his third-favorite human," Joon joked. "After Kook and maybe Tannie."
"I accept my ranking," I laughed.
In the kitchen, Jin oppa was flipping French toast with practiced flair while Yoongi stirred a pot of doenjang-jjigae on the stove.
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When I walked in, I kissed oppa first-slow and easy-and then Yoongi, who smiled into it before nudging my forehead gently with his own.
"Smells amazing," I whispered.
"You do," Yoongi murmured, making me blush like I was eighteen again.
Hobi was setting the table at the breakfast nook, placing down plates with exaggerated precision.
I caught him from behind and kissed his cheek.
He turned, grin bright and wide. "Morning, gorgeous."
Then he kissed my nose, soft and sweet and completely unfair.
I flushed, giggling as I picked up the utensils and helped him finish the setup.
A moment later, I felt arms circle my waist from behind.
"Morning," Jimin mumbled into my neck, voice raspy with sleep.
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