|| BTS x Reader Poly Soulmates ||
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Yoongi hyung watches it all from the counter, half a smirk, half a sigh, stirring ramen with the kind of serene menace only he possesses.
Wacha jumps onto his shoulder mid-stir. He doesn't flinch.
"Okay," he mutters. "You can help."
Sometimes Jimin arrives after filming his upcoming new video project-hair tousled, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, notifications fluttering across his phone like butterflies.
I meet him at the door with a forehead kiss, and he always says the same thing after scrolling, overwhelmed,
"How are there this many people who love us?"
I just pull him close and say, "You deserve this, baby."
And he melts, every time.
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I end up curled in his lap during fort teardown, fluff in his hair, giggling as he tries to boop my nose while dodging marshmallows Kook's launching via spoon.
I flick flour at Jin hyung while he's cooking dumplings nearby, and Jin hyung retaliates by tugging my shirt collar and declaring war.
Then Y/N noona storms in, gasps at the flour cloud, grabs Jin hyung's hand like a co-conspirator, and the kitchen becomes an absurdly romantic reenactment of a food-based drama.
Yoongi hyung, unfazed, lifts his ladle and mutters, "Dinner now, or after your marriage proposal in aisle three?"
Y/N noona kisses his lips and yells, "Both!"
Later, Hobi hyung walks in with soup and dumplings and dumpling-shaped tofu things he's been experimenting with.
He kisses Jin hyung, then me, then Jimin's cheek, and I swear my heart levitates.
We cheer like it's an awards show. Bam barks. Wacha blinks, regal and approving.
The night slows.
I'm at the kitchen island again, scrolling through fanart, trying to hide tears that aren't exactly sad.
Jimin pads in, kisses my shoulder, then lifts my chin.
"You look like stardust," he says.
I laugh. "You're biased."
"True," he grins. "Also, correct."
Kookie sits across from us with Hobi hyung, announcing to the room,
"My fandom is still in mourning. Y'all should've seen the chat. They were sobbing. You broke my community and I love you for it."
Hobi hyung leans over, kisses the top of Kook's head and says, "You just miss being the emotional center of the drama."
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