|| 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...
When I finally go still, boneless and breathless, he slides his fingers out and cups my face, kissing me slow and deep-like he's still claiming every part of me.
"You're mine," he whispers against my lips. "Always."
Even after the kiss ends, the moment doesn't.
Because in his arms, I feel it-like a song I never want to stop playing.
His gaze lingers on me, softer now.
"I never want you to doubt this," he murmurs. "Us"
"Never" I tell him softly as I embrace him with all the Love I have for him.
Loud. Steady. His love. And mine.
______________________________
I make my final stop at Jungkook's studio-our unofficial fortress of solitude and denial.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The lights are low, and the glow from three monitors and neon lights casts an electric-blue and pink haze across the room.
It's quiet, save for the hum of his editing rig and the occasional click of a mouse that's clearly just going through the motions.
He's hunched over his desk, headphones half-off, one hand on the mouse, the other cradling his jaw like it's the only thing keeping his head from caving in.
From the doorway, I just... watch him for a moment.
His shoulders look fine. Too fine.
Like when he's working extra hard at pretending he isn't holding tension in every inch of his spine.
His hair is tousled from his own frustrated fingers, and his knee bounces once-then freezes the second he hears me step inside.
"You wanna talk?" I ask softly, keeping my tone light, non-threatening. Like maybe I just came in to steal snacks or pet the dog.
He doesn't turn.
"Nothing to talk about." His voice is flat, practiced. His go-to defense: calm, dismissive, almost bored.
"I'm fine, noona."
My heart pinches. The more he says it, the less I believe it.
I nod anyway and cross the room, not pushing, not prying. Just... being there.
I settle into his oversized gaming chair like I belong there (because I do), and toss my legs over his lap.
He stiffens for a second-just a fraction-but lets me stay. That's a win, right?
Bam lifts his massive head from the floor, gives me a soft huff, then rests it over my ankles like an emotional support weighted blanket.
Tannie follows a beat later, curling up just under the desk like he knows things are off, too.
![Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/389268133-64-k535776.jpg)