|| 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...
Gabriel raises an eyebrow, still holding the taupe swatch. "So it's five to one, huh?"
"Six to one," comes Jimin hyung's voice from the door.
He's in a hoodie, holding iced coffee and looking like he sprinted from a dance rehearsal.
Everyone cheers. Yeontan barks. Wacha meows.
Jimin hyung grins.
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"I brought offerings. Sugar and superior color instincts."
We all pile into the room, chaos and colors and teasing everywhere.
Gabriel laughs as he stares at noona-and it dawns on me again. The feelings returning. Fuck.
My jaw tightens as the voice inside my head grows louder.
I shouldn't be this bitter. She chose me. She keeps choosing us.
But still... I hate that he knows the way her laugh curls at the end.
A part of me wonders if I'll ever stop comparing the history he had with the future we're building.
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Y/N's POV
Later that afternoon, I sneak away from the chaos of swatches and Wacha's reign of feline judgment, padding barefoot into the kitchen like a raccoon in search of emotional stability and caffeine.
I find Yoongi at the kitchen island, elbows propped up beside not one, not two, but three empty americano mugs-lined up like exhausted little soldiers who fought valiantly and lost the war against burnout.
He's staring at nothing, eyes unfocused.
The way his shoulders are pulled tight, like someone folded him in half emotionally, makes my heart clench.
He doesn't notice me right away. That's how deep he is in the loop.
I walk up behind him, curl around his side, and lean my forehead against his shoulder.
He smells like coffee, warm linen, and faint electricity-like a nap you trust.
"Hey Jagi," I murmur, rubbing my nose into the sleeve of his shirt. "You okay?"
His body sinks, just slightly, like my voice gave him permission to exhale.
"Better now."
It's quiet. Honest. Like something unclenching.
I don't rush the silence. I trace slow circles on his arm with my thumb, letting him feel me there.
After a moment, he speaks again.
"I know everyone's moved on. The app's locked down. Users feel safe. But my brain's still running scans on autopilot. Like... I can't stop looking for the next anomaly."
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