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 117: Versions of A Home

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by Dandrie31

We all turned...

"Sorry," he said quickly.

"It was... condensation."

Yoongi was closest. He moved immediately, crouching to help.
I followed, towel in hand.

We all knew the truth.

Condensation doesn't come with clenched fists and tight shoulders.

Later that night, after Gab left and the front door clicked shut behind him, the house felt heavier. Not tense exactly-but full.

Like it had absorbed the emotion and was now holding it in the walls.

We settled in different corners-Hobi and Jimin adjusting shelf brackets in the hallway, Tae stretched across the couch sketching in his lap, Yoongi curled next to Jungkook in a quiet, warm huddle.

And me?

I stood at the kitchen sink, slowly drying my hands, watching Y/N through the reflection in the window.

She was leaning against the counter, eyes distant, quietly processing.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"You okay, Aein?" I whispered.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"You sure?"

She turned and leaned into my chest.

"It's just... hard. Balancing who I was with who I am now. With you all."

I hugged her tighter. "You don't have to split them. We want all of you. Even the parts that laugh too hard at childhood memories."

She smiled into my chest. "Even the parts that organize like a hurricane?"

I laughed. "Especially those."

Her hand reached up, resting over my heart. "Thank you."

Always.

In this house, in this strange, chaotic, beautiful love we've found-I'll always be the one holding space for her.

Even when that space is crowded.