Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]
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    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 123: Where Stardust Lands

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    Email. Actual email. With bullet points and everything. 
    Subject: Across the Stars - Post-Release Review
    Body:
    • You made me cry. Again. Unacceptable.
    • I demand to be part of the next project. My contract stipulates at least 20% screen time if I cry more than twice.
    • I am extremely proud of you.
    • Stop making us feel things at 3 AM. I'm 30-something. I have skincare routines. 
    Love, Jin. 
    My phone buzzes again-this time it's Namjoon hyung's voice note. 
    As in, Joon hyung who just walked past the kitchen island, earbuds in, pretending he's not sending me this exact message right now. 
    I can see him from here.
    He waves at me mid-send. 
    The commitment to the bit is astounding. 
    Namjoon (Private Message)
    "Taehyung... you gave the world a place to land. Watching you and Jimin move through that galaxy-it felt like home. You built a whole cosmos from memory. I'm proud of you, cub." 
    And then Yoongi hyung. Of course. 
    Classic Yoongi hyung. 
    A 3:01 AM text.
    Just four words. 
    Yoongi (Private Message)
    You made me cry again. 
    That's it. 
    But I've already screenshot it and made it my lock screen because I know what those four words mean. They mean love. They mean belief. They mean he saw me. 
    And also evidence. For later leverage. 
    And the last message?
    From Ji-Won. My ride or die. 
    My brother in everything but blood. 
    The one who cried with me when I got my first camera, who fought beside me when things were dark, who dragged me back into the light when I thought I didn't deserve it. 
    His text? 
    Im Jiwon
    You did it, Man. That was amazing. They see you. I see you. Mom and Dad are crying. We're proud of you. Always. 
    Im Jiwon
    Also, can't wait to meet Jimin. 
    That's when it hits me.
    All at once. 
    I'm not just proud. I'm... held.
    Loved. 
    The kitchen is quiet, soft with golden morning light and the scent of chamomile tea from last night still lingering. 
    Right as my eyes well up again, I hear it faintly-the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway, then our front door opening. 
    Soft footfalls. 
    The hush of keys sliding into the bowl on the entry table. 
    Then a tiny creak. 
    I don't need to look. I feel him.
    But I do look-because I always do. 
    
                                
    
                                     
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
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