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 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

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by Dandrie31

I think maybe he's asleep-but then, softly,
"Forever, okay?"

I pause.
His voice is shaky, barely a whisper.

But the weight of those words punches through me like a promise sealed in blood and stardust.

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm not going anywhere."

He sighs, a long, trembling exhale of relief. His arms curl tighter around my ribs.

"Even when I'm like that?" he asks, barely audible. "Even when I flip? When I-lose it?"

I tip his chin up gently until our eyes meet. His lashes are damp. His gaze is wrecked. And still-so beautiful.

"Especially then," I say. "That's when I know I'm yours the most."

His lip trembles.
And he kisses me.

Not hard. Not frenzied.
Just soft. Home.

When he pulls away, his head falls back against my chest.

And we lie there.
Still tangled. Still spent.

Two hearts thundering wild but together.
And in the silence that follows, we let the world fade.

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Taehyung's POV

The morning air smells like rain and satisfaction.

You know that kind of sleepy silence right after a storm? Yeah, that.

Only instead of thunder, our house last night was filled with Hobi hyung's voice hitting operatic-level octaves and Jungkook sounding like he was auditioning for a very adult horror movie.

Wacha is sulking on top of the bookshelf, tail flicking with judgment.

Yeontan is curled at her base like her annoyed bodyguard.

Bam is flopped by the kitchen island, his giant head on Joon hyung's foot like he witnessed things he'll need therapy for.

I stretch, yawning dramatically, arms up in the air like I'm about to summon the spirit of sleep back into me.

And then I smirk.

Because today's going to be fun.

"Do we all agree to emotionally destroy them at breakfast?"

I whisper, sliding next to Yoongi hyung as he sips his coffee at the kitchen table like a man holding the weight of all the universe's gossip.

Yoongi hyung hums. Doesn't even look up. "Already got my first shot ready."

"Perfect," I say, plopping down on the bench beside him, stretching my legs out across his lap.

He doesn't move them.