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 121: Like Stars, We Remember

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by Dandrie31

It's in his back, arched.

In the way he moves like he's pulling invisible threads toward him and losing grip every time.

And then-Hands.
Ghostly ones.

At first, they're barely there.
Brushing past him.

A breath at his shoulder.
A graze of fingers.

Then more.
They begin to guide him.

One at his elbow.
Another catching his wrist before he falls. A touch at his back leading him forward.

And slowly-the hands become people.
Not just dancers.
Us.

Rendered as shadows at first.
Avatars designed with unmistakable silhouettes.

The height of Yoongi's stance. The way Jin oppa carries his chest. Namjoon's hands. Hobi's walk. Eyes that are undoubtedly mine. Kook's jawline. Tae's fingers.

Each one stepping in, guiding him through the dark.

Never pulling.
Never demanding.
Just offering.

And Jimin-he accepts.
Not easily. Not all at once.
But eventually.

Gracefully. He lets them touch him.
Steady him. Turn him toward light.

And then-We reach the climax.

The forest opens into a glowing field-fireflies and soft stars floating like suspended breath.

There, in the center-Stands Fate.
Danced by Taehyung again.

But this Tae is different.
Bolder. Otherworldly.

Draped in light and shadows both.
Painted with gold across his eyes.
An ethereal force.

And the two of them-Fate and Jimin-collide. Not violently.
But like something inevitable.

A duet that speaks every word they never said aloud.

Their bodies curl into each other's space. Mirror. Defy. Yield. Challenge.
It's vulnerability in motion.

There's a moment where Jimin breaks-falls to his knees-and Tae reaches down, hand trembling, and lifts him with nothing but a touch.

The music swells.
Strings, now.

And Jimin's voice-singing.
Soft. Fragile.

"I have wandered so far
but I always knew
you'd be the thread
that led me through."

The screen begins to fade.

But before it does-
Jimin walks forward.
Toward us.

He reaches a hand to the camera.
Eyes glassy. Breathing hard.

"I see you," he whispers.
"I remember you."

Blackout.

No one moves.
Again.