|| 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...
Inside, the lights are dim-just a soft blue wash from the ambient panels Tae installed.
The couch is full of limbs and love and stillness.
Jin oppa is curled on one side, head tilted, lips parted in sleep.
His hair's a little messy, and his chest rises slow and steady.
Tucked right beside him is Hobi, one hand resting on oppa's knee, their heads leaning together like the universe aligned them that way.
There's something so innocent about it. So grounding.
Kook is stretched out like a lanky sunbeam, his head in Jimin's lap, hair haloed over Jimin's thighs.
He's not fully asleep, but his eyes are closed, mouth twitching with a barely-there smile as Jimin gently cards his fingers through the strands, lost in his own quiet rhythm.
Every now and then, Kook sighs contentedly. Like this is exactly where he's always belonged.
Across from them, Joon sits in one of the giant floor chairs, legs folded, a tablet balanced in his lap.
He's sketching-eyes flicking between the scene and his screen with precision, not even blinking.
His pencil moves like it knows the curves of their love.
On the backrest of the couch, Wacha is perched like royalty. Tail curled, eyes half-lidded, entirely uninterested in the chaos of her humans.
Tannie is curled up in the fabric of Tae's gray hoodie, lying on the rug beside the couch, his tiny body rising and falling in slow sleep.
Bam's under the coffee table, long and sleek, paws twitching every now and then like he's chasing something in his dreams. It's quiet.
Holy, even. A hush of love that wraps around the room like a prayer.
I don't enter. Not yet.
Just stand there, watching the people I love more than anything exist in this shared silence like a constellation of hearts strung together by fate and stubbornness and late-night giggles.
I leave them like that.
Let them be soft without me for a moment.
The kitchen is warmer than it has any right to be.
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It always feels like autumn in here. Even in spring.
Like the cabinets were built to smell like cinnamon and worn cookbooks.
The lighting is golden, the marble countertops scattered with little chaos-a spoon left behind, someone's half-finished tea.
Yoongi is leaning against the counter, one arm folded, the other scrolling lazily through his phone.
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