Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]
İçindekiler

    ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN

    Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

    Hayran Kurgu

    || 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...

    #bts #btsarmy #btsboys #btsfanfic #btsjhope #btsjimin #btspoly #btsrapmonster #btsscenarios #btssmut #btssuga #btsxreader #jin #jungkook #lovestory #namjoon #original #polyamory #polyamourous #rm #soulmates #suga #taehyung #technology #yoongi

    Chapter 123: Where Stardust Lands

    En başından başla 
                                            
    
                                                  
    "Namjoon hyung wrote: 'The gravity of your performance pulled the whole galaxy inward. Jimin, that was more than dance-it was prophecy. Proud doesn't even cover it.'" 
    We both pause, blinking. 
    I mumble, "Okay, I gotta admit, that one got me." 
    "He recorded it while walking past the kitchen. I saw him." 
    "His poetic aura radiates in proximity to the toaster." 
    Jimin almost fell from his chair laughing at that and continues as he wipes his tears. 
    "Yoongi hyung's text came at dawn saying, 'You and Tae make the rest of us look like amateurs. Fix it. Also, I cried. But that's classified.'" 
    "CLASSIFIED?" I yell. 
    "He told me the same thing! But without 'fix it.' Why am I the problem?!" 
    "You are the problem," Jimin says fondly, flicking my forehead. 
    "And proud." 
    Jimin kissed me in the nose as I beam and then proceed to read Kook's. 
    "And then Jungkook-brace yourself: 'Hyung. HYUNG. I rewatched your final high note so many times that YouTube asked if I was okay. I said no. I'm not. You looked like a tragic elven king of heartbreak. I'm suing. Again.'" 
    I shriek. "A tragic elven king?!" 
    "I'm printing it on a shirt." 
    "I'm going to fight him." 
    "You're going to hug him." 
    "I'm going to hug him violently." 
    Right on cue-like someone rang the chaos bell-the front door bursts open. 
    "WE BROUGHT BAGELS," Hobi hyung announces, windblown and beaming like a sunrise in human form. 
    Kook crashes in behind him with two smoothies, one bagel in his mouth, another in his hoodie pouch like a snack kangaroo. 
    Joon hyung strolls in holding an open book and a smoothie labeled "Post-Cry Protein Boost." 
    He high-fives the doorframe. 
    Yoongi follows, chopsticks on hand sat down the dining table like he was forced to exist. 
    
                                
    
                                    "I said no yelling this morning," he mutters
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
                                  Oops! Bu görüntü içerik kurallarımıza uymuyor. Yayımlamaya devam etmek için görüntüyü kaldırmayı ya da başka bir görüntü yüklemeyi deneyin.
                                
    
                              
    
                              
    "I said no yelling this morning," he mutters. 
    No one listens. Ofcourse. 
    Y/N noona is last, radiant as ever, petting Wacha on the head and smirking like she knows all our secrets (she does). 
    Jin hyung appears from upstairs. "DO NOT-spill jam on my marble counter or so help me-!" 
    "Too late," Kook yells, already licking his fingers. 
    The house fills with noise, limbs, laughter, and affectionate cursing. 
    Hugs are exchanged mid-bagel.
    Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]Hikayelerin yaşadığı yer. Şimdi keşfedin