|| 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...
Next to him, Joon was beaming, his dimple deep, chin rested on his hand as he leaned into Jin hyung.
"Seems like you guys had a great time."
"We just went out for food," I said dryly.
My voice would've held more conviction if my ears weren't bright red and if I wasn't still holding Jimin's hand like it was the only thing tethering me to the ground.
"Oh my god," Hobi gasped from the floor, hand clutching his heart like he'd been personally wounded.
"They're holding hands like they just confessed at prom."
Tae let out a little delighted hum and leaned into Kook's side, head nudging under the younger's chin as if they were watching a romantic drama unfold live.
Behind us, the door creaked as Y/N appeared from the kitchen holding a bowl of popcorn, eyes going wide with a squeal.
"Oh my god, you two!! You reached romantic connection?!"
Jimin made a mortified sound and practically dove into my hoodie, face disappearing into the collar as he tried to fold himself in half and disappear.
I rubbed the back of my neck with my free hand, trying to look unaffected. "Goddamn app snitch."
The room exploded in laughter.
Kook stood, grabbing a towel off the side of the couch and tossing it at me, hitting my chest with a dramatic flap.
"You guys are soaked, hyung! You're gonna drip all over Taehyung hyung's pillow kingdom."
"You mean the pillow kingdom you've been exiled from for stealing his tea?" Jin hyung added.
"I didn't steal it, I infused it-"
"-With lies," Tae deadpanned.
We were swept into the chaos of it all before we could even toe off our shoes.
Joon came forward with a second towel and wrapped it over Jimin's head like a hood, ruffling his hair gently beneath the fabric. "You okay, chim?"
Jimin peeked out, his face flushed, lips curved upward in a soft smile.
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"Yeah. I'm okay."
I watched the exchange closely-watched the way Joon touched him like he was glass he respected too much to break.
Next to them, Y/N had already started fussing with the hem of my drenched hoodie.
"Yoongi. You're dripping."
"Am I?" I blinked, deadpan.
She stuck her tongue out at me.
Tae appeared with two sets of dry clothes in his arms-one of my hoodies, one of Jimin's favorite old shirts he kept "just in case" in the guest closet even though he still hadn't officially moved in.
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