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

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    Chapter 116: Echoes of a Former Home

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                                    "I think he's nice, Jagi" I said finally, my voice low, steady
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
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    "I think he's nice, Jagi" I said finally, my voice low, steady. "I can tell he really cares about you." 
    She turned to me, hopeful. "Yeah. He does. He's like... family, you know?" 
    I nodded. Took a breath. 
    "But..." 
    Her face fell just slightly. "But?" 
    I sighed and reached for her hand. She let me take it, our fingers lacing together easily. 
    "I trust you, jagi. Completely." My thumb brushed slow circles over her knuckles. 
    "But it's not about trust." 
    She tilted her head, eyes searching mine. 
    "It's hard," I admitted. 
    "Watching someone else know a version of you I've never met. Someone who holds pieces of you from before us. Before this." 
    I gestured vaguely-the house, our home, the family we were building. 
    She was quiet. 
    Wacha hopped down from her perch and padded across the carpet, curling into a warm, unbothered loaf at our feet. 
    "Gab's like my kuya," she said softly. 
    "We grew up together. He used to walk me home from school. I was there when he got his first heartbreak, he was there when I didn't get into my dream university. He's been a part of every version of me." 
    Her eyes lifted to mine again, vulnerable. 
    "But so have you. In ways no one else ever will." 
    That was the thing about her. 
    She felt so much. 
    So openly. So honestly. 
    It made me want to protect her and kiss her and maybe strangle Gabriel just a little all at once. 
    "I know," I said, tugging her closer until she was leaning into my side. 
    "And I know there's nothing going on. But it's hard to ignore how it feels watching someone else touch you-even if it's innocent. Even if it's old and familiar." 
    She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder, then another just under my jaw. 
    "I'm sorry if I made you all uncomfortable." 
    "I don't want you to be sorry," I said. "I just want you to know how it feels. And I needed to say it." 
    We were quiet for a moment.
    Then I smiled slightly. 
    "You should've warned me about that baby photo, though." 
    She snorted into my neck. "You mean the Dora haircut? It was a phase." 
    "I would've bullied you endlessly." 
    "You would've loved me anyway." 
    I kissed her-soft and lingering. 
    Her fingers curled into my sweatshirt, grounding herself in me.
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