|| 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...
kiss to Yoongi hyung's temple as he hands him his coffee. "For the old soul," he murmurs, reverent but cheeky.
Yoongi hyung smirks softly, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.
Then Jin hyung turns to Hobi hyung, grins, and kisses his forehead too.
"For the chaos goblin," he says with affection so warm it makes the back of my throat ache.
Hoseok beams and takes his mug full of chamomile tea like it's a trophy.
Then Jin hyung stands, straightens his back like royalty, and makes a little show of presenting the remaining mugs.
"To the dramatic three musketeers, hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows" he declares.
"One for you, my emotional poet prince," he says to me, placing the mug in my hands with a wink.
"One for our muscle bunny and conqueror of Runeterra," he says to Kookie, booping his nose as he hands it over.
"And one for the choreographic assassin of hearts," to Jimin, who snorts into his mug and nearly spills it.
And then-without warning-Jin hyung kisses all three of our noses.
"Now," he says, hands on his hips like a benevolent dictator, "best behavior today."
He waggles a finger.
"I mean it. We are not going to collectively combust just because a certain architect walks through the door looking like a rom-com second lead."
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Kook groans from his spot. "Hyung, not helping."
Jin hyung pats his hair. "That's the last comfort you're getting until you behave."
"Define behave," Jimin mutters, cradling his mug like it's a life preserver.
Jin hyung just raises a brow and says, "If I have to separate anyone from passive-aggressively staking territory, I will invoke the towel slap of destiny."
I almost spit hot chocolate in surprise.
He doesn't flinch. "Yes. The pink one. With the sparkles."
We all shudder.
"Good," Jin hyung nods, satisfied.
Then he settles on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, looking over all of us-tousled, flushed, legs tangled, hugging mugs like sleepy forest creatures.
He softens.
"You're doing great," he says, quieter now.
"You love each other. You love Y/N. That's what matters. Just... trust each other."
That lands.
Even Kookie, curled tightly with his mug, nods into the steam.
Jimin leans his head against hobi hyung's shoulder.
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