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jjkpls · 5 years ago

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> genre : smut, soulmate fluff

> pairing : park jimin x reader x kim taehyung

> words : 5.5k

> Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice. (honestly pwp, slight slash)

> A/N : so... trying to get back into writing, hope this doesn’t suck too much (lmao way to sell your shit). so vmin 3some yay! thanks to anyone that’ll read it, let me know your thoughts ❤

It was one thing earlier when his fingers were laced in between the stiff locks of his hair. Short nails scraping on his scalp, gripping a little when his wet lips were covering the skin of his neck with love. It was warm, comforting, pleasing, felt like pure love and affection. Different from what they are used to give to each other but still oddly familiar.

But with her, it's something else. Taehyung does not know her. He hardly knows her voice. Has never met her heart. Does not know her body. As he is looking at her now, lain down, legs spread enough for him to sit in between, he realizes he meets her eyes for the very first time.

She looks kind. All he knows about her comes from what Jimin has told him. And for the most part, he was not listening. He was too busy trying to keep his heart from sinking with the weight of too many concerns, to care about whatever the hell she was studying and where she'd grown up.

His gaze falls from her eyes, slides along the line of her nose and the shiny curve of her swollen lips, to his own hands. They're spread over her naked waist. He doesn't even remember how it happened.

The skin feels so warm and soft under his palms. He does not feel like taking them off. He does not know if he wants more, if he can do more. Does she?

“I get it. I don't- I'm sorry for the way I acted before.” Jimin is beaming. His eyes have completely disappeared behind the thin crescent of his eyelids and Taehyung would make fun of him if it were not for the faint pink taint spread over the round tip of his nose, reminiscence of the big meltdown from earlier.

Jimin's chubby fingers wrap around the back of Taehyung's neck, cold rings recovering the skin in goosebumps, “I can have two soulmates, Tae. I do have two soulmates.”

Taehyung simply nods. He knows there is no discussion to hold anyway. He just has to accept it. He is not the only one to receive his friend's unconditional, endless love and devotion. He used to share, sure, with the rest of the band, and his family, and a part of the rest of the world. Jimin's heart is just so wide and so full and he wants to fulfil everybody and everyone with it. That's one of the reasons why he started loving him in the first place. How unfair would that be to blame him for it now?

He is scared though. He has not lost him yet but he is terrified he will. He knows his worth. Not so bad of a person, trying but lacking immensely. He knows how lucky he is to have him. Half of the time, he does not even know that he deserves him. But he's had him for so long, how could he give up on him now? He is just human. And he is greedy as one is.

“Taehyung, you don't have to worry. I won't take him away from you.” Taehyung looks down. She hasn't said much the whole time, her voice sounds so foreign, and sweet too.

She is waiting for him to say something, he does not and she flushes bright red under his feline gaze. She squirms around a little, her legs end up resting on his better. Taehyung let his hands slide along her sides, setting on her denim-covered thighs. He's grateful for her words. They've been spoken with a softness that he recognizes for he finds it in Jimin. He is sure she means it.

“You're adorable.” Taehyung whispers, charmed, as Jimin kisses his girlfriend's burning cheek.

“She is, isn't she?” Jimin is all giggles and sparkly eyes now. It is funny how excited he is at the prospect of having a friend see his girl and appreciate her the way he does, in this too intimate way. Then again, it is Jimin. He wants to spoil. He was made to spoil.

“Can I kiss you ?” Eyes diverting to her boyfriend, she absent-mindedly nibbles on her lips, licking them discreetly.

“You can do whatever you want as long as you don't forget who's your man.” He watches their interaction. It is weird. She is lain right there, almost under him, they're so close he can smell her scent -something mild and sugary that reminds him of an exotic fruit he can't pinpoint-; yet it feels oddly personal. He feels like a voyeur, observing the intimacy, the affinity of a longer secret conversation he is not part of. It is palpable. Maybe it is too wrong.

Her hands are pressing sheepishly on top of his now, making a flower of warmth bloom in his chest.

He does not understand how this whole thing can work. How it even just came about. Why do they need to include him, to give him some of this when they are obviously in perfect osmose already.

Taehyung wraps his fingers around her hands. His look so huge with hers nustled in their centre. They're warm, not very soft. He wonders why. He is pretty sure it's related to the thing she is studying or maybe a hobby of hers. Jimin's mentioned it but he can't remember.

From that thought, another one rises out of nowhere. When was the last time he has been this close to a girl? Probably some time in high school. So long ago, it feels like a whole life had passed by since then. He comes to this realization at the same time his heart does, apparently, as it suddenly starts beating hard and fast in growing anxiety and excitement.

A quick tentative peck on the corner of her mouth, and he is sure she wants it too so he just indulges into her. He assumed it would take more time for them to adjust to each other. It doesn't though. Quickly teeth are teasing, tongues meeting and exploring shamelessly. It feels so sultry, hot and steamy, he can't help but always lean in further, fingers digging in her thighs (secretly hoping it is hard enough to leave faint marks for them to look at later), mouths kissing always deeper.

And it gets hotter and bolder. His brain is definitely getting intoxicated by her perfume -he's decided to give up on trying to identify it now, from now on it's become her scent-, her touch, the moans she tries to conceal, how wet and warm and delicious her mouth feels.

His heart is about to burst and his arms are shaking, then fail to hold him up. He crashes into her, though he can’t even think about feeling apologetic when she seems so willing to welcome him in. Her tiny hands are gripping his shoulder and his waist, her legs are sliding up quietly around his waist. There’s no doubt she wants it as much as he does. And no doubt she feels as good as he does. He wonders, briefly, how much of him she’s feeling. Does she feel crushed, grounded down by the weight of his body? Because he feels pulled by her, by every bit of warm contact his body gets from hers.

He’s already so hard, it’s painful. Despite the anxiety and the confusion of the whole situation. His brain is still in a blur, trying to make out a logical and realistic scenario -the fumes their shared kisses and sheepish but needy touch induce are not helping.

He could not tell for how long they allowed themselves to lost into each other’s mouths but when he finally lifts himself up slightly, their ragged breaths, swollen and wet lips, burgundy cheeks and watery eyes mirror perfectly.

Jimin has slipped a hand between the two of them -hardly given the non-existence gap between their bodies- and he is now patting at his girlfriend covered crotch. Taehyung can feel it, the hand, obviously, but he can’t get himself to leave the warmth of the girl's proximity just yet. It doesn’t really trigger anything, this touch, foreign but not scary, so he just lets it be while he looks at her, staring at her boyfriend with big earnest eyes.

“Enjoyed kissing Tae?” Taehyung looks at the blush of her cheeks deepening two shades darker. It’s already addicting, watching her undergo her emotions with no ability to hide her shame and embarrassment. “I can feel how wet you are through your jeans, baby.” He is chuckling, while she mumbles something Taehyung doesn’t quite get, hidden as she is behind her hands but he grins anyway.

“Cute.” He realizes he said it aloud only because of Jimin’s crinkling eyes, jumping suddenly to meet his. He is grinning from ear to ear, overcome with joy as if the compliment was directed solely to him.

“See, Tae likes you now. I told you he would, didn’t I ?”

Was she worried? There are flashes of memories blinking in his mind. He can see himself not so subtly turning his back to her, serving her the nastiest tight-lipped smile and cold glare he owns, animatedly cursing at her to Jungkook trying desperately to get him to see his point -she was a bitch and Jimin too for leaving him- and he feels like shit. He was a dick. A jealous possessive greedy mean dickhead to this girl who, now that he takes a chance to yield his attention to, seems delectable.

They’re sharing another moment. Jimin is whispering in her ear, honey-coated words Taehyung can only imagine from the precious tiny changes in her expression, blessing her skin with kisses when she’s answering him back with the quietest words. They’re cute. And he wishes he could hear her while feeling awkward for intruding. But is he really intruding when she doesn’t make any move to get her legs to free his? He hates to interrupt -obviously not enough so to not proceed- but he’s scared they might flee before he tries to cease a chance. He feels he owes her for having been a massive ass. But also, he kind of really wants to.

“Can I...” He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to get their attention. Taehyung, who is a man who usually thrives from people’s ogling him, doesn’t shy away from but bathe in the attention, feels himself blush, hard, when the couple’s curious set of eyes fixate on him. They look so nice from down there, looking up to him expectantly. Still, he doesn’t know what they expect. And he still kind of feels like a sore thumb.

“I wanted to- I mean if you’re okay with it and-“ He is stuttering now like he’s fucking Jungkook and he doesn’t know how to fix it. He is not cute, he’s just awfully embarrassing. The chances of getting his request met are flying away with all his hopes. He wants to die a little or at least disappear but then Jimin’s chubby fingers are rubbing gently on his knuckles. He does it like he does all the time to reassure him or just show him support during interviews or even on stage. “Can I eat her out?” Jimin gives him a look. It's a bored one that says something along the lines of ‘I don’t know dude don’t ask me, I don’t have the pussy you wanna eat’. “I mean you- sorry, feels weird asking you...” He says, peering at her from between his dark lashes.

“Weirder than asking her boyfriend? Really?” And just like that Jimin's laughing again, and Taehyung wants to grab those fake ass friendly chubby fingers and crushed them in his fist until the traitor cries. “Babe, do you want it?”

“You can say no, I won’t- I mean you won’t hurt my feelings or anything. It’s- really if you want to.” She is looking right back at him, shiny eyes wavering but holding still. Her mouth is agape ready to say something that just won’t come out. He’s pretty sure it’s a yes. From the glint in her eyes, the rose that has reached her chest, the slight but unmissable way in which her legs parted more against Taehyung. He won’t do anything until she said so though.

She sheepishly nods. It’s almost good enough for him at this point. Well, for his engorged trapped cock anyways. But apparently, Jimin’s having none of it, if the impatient smack of his lips is any indication to go by.

“What is this pretty mouth of yours for?” He asks, voice lower and Busan dialect edges striking sharply to their ears. A mischievous glint dancing from a stare to another has Jimin giggling. “‘Course. But what else is it for?”

“Speak.”

“That’s right. So baby, tell us, do you want it or not?”

“Yes.”

“What is it that you want?” Her gaze is dark now, throwing daggers at her boyfriend who doesn't budge the slightest to avoid them. Taehyung follows the exchange with a growing fondness. She really is cute. Jimin not so much right now. Even Taehyung would call him a little shit. “You think I’m being mean babe but I’m not.” He is saying this with the most blatant grin, discrediting completely his claim. “Taehyung doesn’t know you well, yet, does he? Therefore it’s important for him that you’re clear with what you want and what you need. So you’re gonna look at him-“ Pinching her chin, he tilts her head gently for her to face Taehyung's. “-and you’re gonna tell him clearly what you want him to do to you.”

“I- I’d like you toeatmeout.” The words are barely understandable and Jimin's tongue clicks behind his front teeth. Taehyung has had enough though. “Stop annoying her, s’good enough.”

Jimin gasps dramatically, stares at his best friend, hand raising in the air like he’s about to smack some boundaries into him but the shit-eating grin wins and Taehyung starts unfastening her pants with fingers trembling with excitement.

Once she's naked from the waist down, he can tell she wants to shy away and he wishes he thought about it better and had kept her panties on for now. He spreads his large hands on her soft thighs, gently caressing, teasingly squeezing, attempting to smooth her down into feeling more reassured and confident in what she has to offer. Because god, does she have to offer, he thinks when he finally gets to see her.

The discovery is priceless. She looks so pretty, all pink and shiny, so shiny. There is a little hanging moment where he just stares, licking his lips without much thought, just emotions shaking him up until one thought emerges and threatens to freak him out into giving it all up.

He’s gone down twice on a girl before. Only twice. And that was back in fucking high school. He has no fucking idea how to eat pussies. Honestly. He can’t really gather all the ‘knowledge’ he’s gathered over the years from his high consumption of porn now, can he? They say it’s inaccurate and dumb but that’s all he’s got.

He then remembers what some of his hyungs had said, one of those late -or more accurately early morning- drunken conversations.

“If you wanna be good at it, you just gotta enjoy it.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You just enjoy it. Do it cause you want it, you’re hungry.”

“I’d say you eat it like jjajangmyeon.”

“What the hell hyung!”

Like jjajangmyeon. Well fuck, thanks Jin hyung. He’s then looking at her from up close. Lying on his stomach to get closer, the new proximity makes his heart beat harder. He can smell her he realizes and the thought that, when this is all done, tomorrow and the days to come, he’ll still have this piece of her in his mind that only Jimin will share, drives him a little insane. The other boys will get along, get to know her but he will have the most intimate sense of her that none of them will.

He settles, squirming around a bit to get more comfortable, his forearm ends up brushing against Jimin’s crotch and the rock hard member hidden in his jeans. Jimin hisses, while his friend erupts in a loud fit of thunder like laughter. “Why does it turn you on so much to have someone else taste your girlfriend, you weirdo?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.” They giggle like schoolboys, a part of it probably fueled by nervousness, eyes attached to one another. And as they share this intimate gaze, Taehyung feels like a complete and utter idiot to have ever doubted those tender chocolate eyes. He’d never let him down. He smiles before turning back to her.

From up close she looks even more endearing. The dim light is hitting just right to make the obvious wetness shown, it’s like it fucking glitters. And the pink so flushed, you'd think she’s been played with and abused a little bit already. He deems he gets it, what Yoongi hyung has said -not fucking moronic Jin hyung. When he sees her like that, he’s not sure he wants to taste her to make her feel good or to satisfy a curiosity and a thirst that he experiences.

Therefore, without much more thinking, without the least forewarning, he just dives in. Attaching his mouth roughly, messily, all over and licking and slurping and sucking, making out with it like a long lost lover. It’s infuriating those sensations. The thought of being so intimate with someone after such a long time of nothing. That person to be his best friend's girl, instead of seeming odd, fills him with gratitude.

And she feels so sweet. Her taste, her warmth, her trembling thighs around his head. She's the kindest gift he’s ever been granted. That's why he tries to give it his whole, not trying to keep it clean and collected. He thinks briefly that at least if he doesn’t do it right, they’ll be able to tell how willing and devoted he’d tried to be.

He’s not sure how well he is doing because she is pretty quiet. He is sure as hell enjoying his feast, as suggests his rutting against the mattress but to his disappointment, it doesn’t last. Or at least, he feels like it’s too short as after what feels only a few minutes, while the tip of his nose is rubbing against her engorged nub, she comes in a succession of charming cries, her hole seizing around the tip of Taehyung's tongue as a few spurts of her cum slip in his mouth.

He sees the way her hole is squeezing around nothing, how laboured her breathing has become now that she’s coming down, but he can’t admit that it’s already over. He kisses her clit tentatively, ready to go again but a hard pull of his hair yanks him up and away from her.

Jimin’s not even looking at him, despite the firm hold on his mop of hair. It’s painful so he doesn’t move an inch, simply watching, waiting for what’s to unfold, secretly hoping that more will be allowed for him to do in a moment if he shows himself patient enough.

Jimin, still ignoring Taehyung, is staring at his girlfriend's face, his full lips stretched into an amused grin, “I don’t remember the last time you’ve come that fast. Was Taehyung that good or were you just that excited?”

“Both.” She whispers, fighting off a smile that threatens to breakthrough. That’s funny how intimidated she still seems to feel, avoiding, for the most part, to hold his gaze for too long, speaking hardly above a whisper for only Jimin to be blessed with her thoughts. Yet, she still is spread open for him, some of her cum still glistening on his chin.

Jimin turns to look at his best friend after having placed a tender peck on her warm cheek, and he smiles fondly. The hand stuck in Taehyung's hair smooths its grip, sliding down along the back of his head, to slip under the hair so the short nails of his fingers can scratch his scalp gently.

“Thanks, Tae. You did well.” He's petting his head like he would a good dog before he lets him go, leaning back against the headboard. “Come here.”

In a swift motion, she's up and away from Taehyung, sitting comfortably on her boyfriend's lap, taking the seat so naturally like it's undeniably her own.

Taehyung, sat on his knees, is watching, probably like a creep, with great interest. He swipes his hair back from his sweaty forehead. Is it over now? Are they expecting him to leave? They're so lost into each other, obnoxious make out noises interrupted here and there by strained moans. Perhaps he should leave. He can't really move though, and his eyes can't stop staring at the dimples of her lower back that wink at him each time Jimin's wandering hands rise her tee-shirt high enough.

“Um?” Jimin's looking at her with raised eyebrows, his palms now holding her cheeks. She leans in to whisper something in his ear. “Of course, I will.” He answers, a kiss on her jaw. She mutters something else only for him to hear. “I don't know. Ask him.”

She turns around, showing off her pretty eyes and soft cheeks which crimson has still hasn't faded out. The duality of her is making him dizzy. She looks so innocent yet sexier than anyone has ever had.

Tender kisses pressed to the side of her neck encourage her and finally, with a trembling voice, she addresses him, “Are you going to stay?” He bites back a smile.

“Do you want me to?” She nods. The grin is harder to conceal. He tries to nuance it by licking his lips, face lowering down for a second. “Then, I'll stay.”

They fit so well together. Not in a strictly practical way, it’s something more subtle. It’s in their movements. How they move along, at the same rhythm, in the same direction, both following and guiding each other. It's like their bodies are so familiar to each other, nothing is lagging, or not completely natural.

Her legs, tied by the ankles behind his back, are holding him tight against her since the moment he slipped in. Jimin slowly thrusts forward -he needs to go slow as she doesn’t handle over sensitivity very well, as he explained so himself-, a tiny whiny moan and a severe groan, and Taehyung, who’s just witnessing the scene, sitting quietly on the bed next to them, feels himself growing a fever.

“Do you like having Tae watching you ?” At the mention of his name, Taehyung's whole stature straightens up like a meerkat. Jimin is gauging his friend's reaction, the most teasing smirk brightening his face under a new sinful light. Taehyung takes it as an invitation to get closer, lying right beside her, lain on her back. Head held by his hand to see her better and take in all the delicious expressions her pretty face makes.

“Yes.” She mewls, eyes shutting close at a particularly deep thrust.

“I love watching you, ___.” His deep voice mumbles to her ear. He’s pleased to see her visibly shiver. “You look so hot getting fucked...”

“Thank you.” Both men burst out laughing while she remains there, too fucked out to be dying of embarrassment.

“You’re so cute.” Taehyung keeps on going. He finally feels like the wall between them is gone for good. The way she throws him little glances, every now and then, with sugary smiles. “So beautiful.” He adds, his big charming eyes glued to hers. She blushes to the tip of her ears. Jimin, face buried in her neck, is groaning and whispering his own collection of praises; telling her how heavenly she feels, how good she is to him, and how beautiful indeed she looks lying there taking him in so nicely.

She’s bathing in, visibly loving his words as much as his ministrations and Taehyung is so amused to acknowledge that the alleged praise kink he thought to be a unique quirk of Jimin's, is apparently shared by her. At some point, the words and the soft kisses are too much and Taehyung sees how her hands clench harder on her boyfriend's back not from his thrusts but from his compliments and he’s living it up, relishing it.

“Stop clenching so hard you go- gonna make me-“ He’s cut himself off with the weakest whine Taehyung’s ever heard from him -and God knows this guy is a full-time professional whiner.

He hasn’t come yet, neither has she, but they’re right at the edge. So close that Jimin can simply not keep his pace soft and lenient anymore. He’s pounding hard and fast, smacking his hips loudly against hers and fuck, if this is not the hottest thing Taehyung has ever witnessed. He’s sweating bullets.

“Jimin I’m gonna-“

“Yeah? I’ve got you, baby, come for me. Show Tae how pretty you look when you come.”

And that’s exactly what she does. Looking at their voyeur, her pretty eyes begging for him to watch her, she comes right around her lover's cock, in a mess of indecipherable moans. Jimin follows suit, almost instantly, squeezing her ass in his hands, messily hitting his hips a couple of definitive times.

Taehyung felt weird engaging any skinship with his friend whilst he was in the middle of his coit but when his face is laid down, half of it all scrunched up because of his chubby cheek being pressed so hard against her chest, with his peaceful, totally content expression and rosy cheeks, Taehyung can’t help but reach out a hand and tease under his chin with caresses from the tip of his fingers.

“You did well, Minnie.” He mocks to which Jimin, with difficulty, raises a hand to pinch his mate's nipple. And they start bickering. Jimin’s butt naked, Taehyung still turned on beyond belief lain beside his best friend's half-naked girl, and they fight -sort of, Jimin’s only committed one arm to the fight, and Taehyung's attacks are pretty tame by fear of disturbing her- but they do, like little kids, like they always do, until a feminine voice, strained by nervousness and something else, probably envy, brings them to a halt.

“Taehyung is still hard, Jimin.” She didn’t whisper this time. Her voice is still pretty low and soft, but the calm that comes after a crazily heavy orgasm like the two she’s experienced so far is responsible more than remaining intimidation. Nonetheless, she’s loud enough for Taehyung to hear, and he can tell she wants him to hear.

“Uh-uh,” Jimin says, returning to his position, cuddled up and nuzzling against her breast. Looking at her curiously from under, he continues. “So what? Do you wanna do something about it?” She nods, turning her lip white from how hard she bites on it. “You think you can take his cock too?” She nods again with an evident enthusiasm but Jimin only chuckles. “Baby, I think you’re getting a bit over your head. You could hardly have me.”

“But-“

“Yeah...” Taehyung starts, voice hoarse from the crazy ride his mind just has taken him during the past few seconds. He is going against what his whole being is desperately craving as he says what he believes is the right thing to add. “Don’t worry about me.”

“But-“

“___, do I need to remind you of the whole Valentine’s Day debacle? Or you want me to tell it to Tae?” Silence. “You’re not taking his dick tonight, it won’t feel good.” The Busan dialect is back. Taehyung wants to laugh at how much like a dad he sounds more than a boyfriend. Picking a look at her, he realizes she matches with her pouty lips and drawn eyebrows, alike a bratty little girl.

“Do you still wanna help me come?” She’s observing him carefully with wide earnest eyes. “I wouldn’t mind having your hand...” He’s being awfully modest. Too modest. But when he sees her eyes shine and how fast she is to dismiss Jimin’s hold on her so she can face him more comfortably, her hand already reaching for his pants, he wishes he’s asked for more -like her lovely mouth for example- she looks like she would have given him anything he dared to ask right now.

It’s been months since he thought to his very frustrated self that jerking off couldn’t do it anymore for him. Too much time on his own hands, not enough extra attention from someone else, it just left him with virtual semi-blue balls each time.

But here she is, seemingly pressing buttons he didn’t know he had, provoking shock waves to shake him while leaving his vision completely white for few seconds at a time, and he doesn’t understand how one could master in a fucking discipline such as handjobs; and what the hell is she doing that feels so much better than when he does it; and how the hell is he supposed to hold himself back long enough to actually enjoy it when it feels that wonderful.

“Fuck-“ He growls out loud because now Jimin’s at it too. He can feel her breath hitting gently his cheek on one side and the kisses left by the plump wet lips of his friend on the other side.

He blinks furiously, wondering why the world seems so blurry and shaky and if he’s not really going to lose his mind this time. He always thought he was made to do so at some point, lose it somewhere, during one of his explorations into those too beautifully eerie places he likes to visit, since his head is so airy. But he never thought he would because of a handjob from his best friend's girl and said best friend's fucking sloppy neck kisses.

When he hears him curse so heartily, Jimin raises his head up to take a look at him, beyond amused. For a second too long, they stare at each other and their mouths, pondering until in sync, they scrunch their noses, shaking their heads, “Yeah maybe not.”

“Definitely no. But uh- feels nice on my neck.”

Laughing too loudly, Jimin complies, encouraged by the hand petting the back of his hair. And then she is playing with his slit, teasing harshly he can barely take it, and she softens her second hand around his balls and a new white flash lasts longer than the other ones.

“Fuck I’m close, just- please ah- squeeze har-“ She’s already on it. “Ah yes and f-faster-“ Again so diligently she meets his needs and in a couple of more strokes, he finally comes, harder than he can remember ever coming.

Maybe he’s a bit over the top, overreacting for a simple handjob but he’s been so hard for the past hour and they’re so nice and gentle with him, her nicely accompanying his dick softening, him pecking at his ear with sweet words only Jimin knows how to use.

It feels so nice.

Nicer than everything else has ever felt.

When his heart finally calms down, and his mind is back from the outer world, he acknowledges how weird it is that they still lie so comfortably in bed but more importantly, he is the one in between the couple; how this is a unique thing that won’t happen again and the wants and urges he’s mind is currently getting clogged up with won’t happen ever.

“So now will we be hanging out all together?” Jimin asks suddenly. His tone is all cheery and jumpy, his mission's been cleared he thinks and he can already picture the three of them.

“Honestly, I think I won’t be able to look at any of you in the eyes for some times.” Taehyung answers, half chuckling.

Especially Jimin. Especially after the thoughts that crossed his mind because of this damn mouth, thoughts he really needs to annihilate forever.

“You already regret it?” She is quick to ask.

“No I- I mean it was really fun.”

��Yeah, I thought so too...”

Taehyung turns his head to his right, looking at the blushy cheeks and timid but playful smile. And there’s something there that they share. He’s not sure what the fuck this whole night was about. He’s sure he’ll wonder for a long fucking time. But maybe, eventually, they’ll sort it out and who knows maybe... wish and try for more.

Maybe not. At least he’s sure they shared something special, and that new bonding won’t fade.

“So... what’s the Valentine's debacle ?”

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bluering8 · 7 years ago

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TNG S01

I’m done with TNG S01! I’ve gotta watch some other stuff before I launch into S02, so have a quick round-up of my Very Important opinions on various characters/episodes:

Data - I love Data!! Holy shit do I love Data!! He is precious to me and perfect in every way and I want to hollow him out and wear his skin like a suit. That... possibly sounds creepier than I meant? Look, he’s my perfect wish-fulfilment character, okay. He’s earnest and awkward and he never quite Gets It, but he wants to Get It so badly, and he tries so hard, and whenever he talks people are constantly cutting him off partway through because they’ve decided he’s saying too much or saying it wrong, and he sort of... exemplifies what has been my perspective of the Autistic Experience. And despite all that, he has a career he enjoys and friends who care about him and I want to be him so much that it kind of hurts.

Also, Data has feelings. I will fight anyone to the death on this issue, I sincerely can’t see how anyone could look at Data and not come to the conclusion that he has feelings. Data has so many feelings! He might not have feelings the way humans have feelings, but he unmistakably has his own opinions and his own way of relating to the world. It’s heartbreaking that he doesn’t recognise the value of his own experiences in favour of desperately trying to live up to some arbitrary “correct” way of existing.

Deanna Troi - I hate Troi. I do not want to hate Troi, because empaths are way cooler than they usually get credit for, but she’s so fucking annoying. All she ever does is say things which were already completely fucking obvious. She’s a walking violation of show-don’t-tell and every time she opens her mouth I groan because I know whatever she’s about to say is going to ruin my enjoyment of a scene. About the nicest thing I can say about her is that she’s still a better character then Wesley, being merely irritating rather than universe-warpingly terrible.

Jean-Luc Picard - Picard’s such a dad, holy shit. I never noticed this when I watched TNG before, but now I’m picking up on it as, like, the major facet of his personality. I mean, he also drinks Earl Grey and LARPs as a detective and discusses philosophy with aliens, but mostly he’s just Space Dad now and forever. Somehow I also forgot the LARPing as a detective part of his character? Picard’s just a huge fucking nerd isn’t he.

Q - I have very mixed feelings about Q. On the one hand I always love arrogant, capricious, petulant trickster gods, especially when they have Q’s flair for the theatrical, but on the other hand I think when it comes to Q I maybe love him more in concept than in execution? I spend a lot of time thinking about trickster-god entities and how a nigh-omnipotent creature unbound by linear time and the laws of physics might relate to the universe, and Q’s a very mundane example of the character type. On the gripping hand, Q’s super fun and whenever he shows up I know I’m in for a good time. I strongly suspect that if I were a Q I would also spend an obnoxious amount of time trolling Picard. He’s just so delightfully trollable!

Tasha Yar - Yar falls into a lot of tropes which I absolutely hate, but despite that I kind of... love her anyway?? I just don’t get enough masculine female characters to not love them even when they have rape-y backstories and secret desires to be more feminine and Issues feat. their emotional vulnerabilities, I guess. She was kind of frustrating at first because she kept randomly attacking people, but in the later episodes she seemed to mellow out a lot and started acting the way I’d expect of a security chief, ie 101% willing to solve problems with violence but no longer functioning on a hairtrigger. I’m sad that she died, I would’ve loved to see what she could have grown into as the show developed.

Also she was bros with Worf! Somehow I completely forgot about that, but I love it. This is an extra layer of tragedy in her death, Yar&Worf is a delightful friendship and if it’d had space to develop I sincerely believe it could have toppled Data&Geordi as my most beloved Trek brotp. This is what fanfiction is for, I suppose.

Wesley Crusher - I know it’s kind of Trek cliché to loathe Wesley but boy do I ever loathe Wesley!! The funny thing is that I actually liked him for the first two or three episodes: he was a bright and enthusiastic kid who was transparently desperate for Picard to be his father figure (and Picard was transparently disinterested in being his father figure, which is hilarious), but then he was allowed on the bridge despite not being part of Starfleet or even an acting-cadet at the time, and then the action paused in the middle of an episode so Picard could get lectured on how Wesley is the bestest most wonderfulest, and then... you get the point.

I’m not here to shit on wish-fulfilment characters (I mean, that’d be hypocritical as fuck considering my feelings about Data), I’m here to shit on wish-fulfilment characters who are so devoted to wish-fulfilment that they stop functioning adequately as a character. The universe warps itself into a pretzel so that Wesley can be the bestest most wonderfulest and it really really pisses me off.

S01E01E02 Encounter at Farpoint - You know, for a nigh-omnipotent weird space being, Q is amazingly fucking dumb. Like, who agrees to judge people based on a test without realising that if you tell people you’re testing them they’ll go out of their way to be on their best behaviour? You’re not gonna be getting any kind of reliable data here, Q.

S01E07 Lonely Among Us - What the fuck was this episode, I mean seriously. Okay, so we open with two groups of diplomats who super super hate each other and the Enterprise has to transport them to a meeting, so you’d assume that the episode would revolve around dealing with the conflict between the two groups right? Except no, that’s like the d-plot, the a-plot is there’s a weird space thing and the b-plot is Data has a crush on Sherlock Holmes. The c-plot is Wesley does his homework. And then the episode ends with the news that one group of diplomats has cooked and eaten a member of the other group and Picard’s like “lmao I don’t give a shit, Riker you deal with this I’m gonna go take a nap.” What the fuck, basically.

In other news, spacefuture meat is all cruelty-free synthesised magic apparently. I wonder if vegetarians still exist? Other than vulcans, I guess. I don’t know enough about the philosophy behind not shoving delicious chunks of animal corpse into your face to work out the answer here.

S01E08 Justice - I talked about this episode already and honestly that’s all you really need to know. People try to talk to Picard about Wesley’s impending death and Picard immediately changes the topic to talking about the weird space thing, rinse and repeat.

Anyway I was recently reading about a guy who was transporting prisoners when some of the prisoners escaped. The punishment for letting prisoners escape was death, so he released the rest of the prisoners then ran off to be an outlaw because it wasn’t like they could kill him any more then they were already going to. Then he became Emperor! Anyway the moral of the story is that Light Yagami is a moron escalating punishments are important and if someone knows you’re gonna kill them for something they did then they have basically no reason not to go and do a bunch of other crimes also.

S01E10 Hide and Q - Hey, quick quiz: you encounter a nigh-omnipotent entity who has previously mocked your species for being savage and violent. Said entity dumps you on a planet with a bunch of weird monsters. Do you: a) attempt to communicate with these monsters in the hopes of reaching a peaceful solution, or b) savagely resort to violence by shooting them with your space guns? If you picked option b, then congratulations! You are the crew of the Enterprise. This technically wasn’t the point of the episode, but come on! Step up your mind-game game, Q.

Also Picard yells at Q for constantly changing his costume and it’s like, Picard, dude, you’re aware the thing you’re yelling at isn’t actually Q? Q isn’t a human with superpowers, he’s an incomprehensible entity who occasionally puppets around a meatsack so you can have something convenient to yell at. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt from Greek mythology and also Lovecraft, it’s that you super super do not want to see the incomprehensible entity’s true form.

S01E13 Datalore - I LOVE DATA AND I LOVE HIS HORRIBLE BROTHER!! but also, fuck Wesley. I hate Wesley. He’s immediately suspicious of Lore-as-Data purely on the basis of he sees “Data” doing Lore’s facial tic despite the fact that at the beginning of the episode he walked in on Data attempting to mimic sneezing, and despite the fact that there are several other characters with much better reasons to find Lore-as-Data suspicious.

Actually, you know what my dream rewrite for this episode would be? Someone becoming suspicious of Lore-as-Data, not because they think he’s Lore, but because they think he’s Data. The crew had previously been discussing whether or not they could trust Data now that he’d found links outside of Starfleet, so having that issue play out onscreen would’ve been fantastic. (Especially if it influenced their behaviour towards Data and Lore tried to take advantage of that as a “your friends are dicks, betray them and join me” kind of thing. I’m Here(tm) 24/7 for manipulation and corruption, my dude.)

S01E17 When the Bough Breaks - You know, this entire episode could’ve been solved with cloning. I mean actually it couldn’t, but the problem they thought they were having could’ve been solved with cloning. Ask the Enterprise for some unfucked genetic material and you can make your own kids! As many kids as you want!! More than six kids because seriously I don’t know what you were expecting to achieve with that, that’s not enough people to keep your planet alive.

S01E19 Coming of Age - This episode is an excellent example of What’s Wrong With Wesley. Wesley does an exam, and he loses some points in order to help another person with the exam, and at the end he’s told the other person passed but he didn’t, and the other person’s like “oh but that only happened because Wesley lost points by helping me!!”, because Wesley is so bestest most wonderfulest that the only reason he fails is because he sacrificed himself to help someone else to succeed. There’s a vague attempt at suggesting “oh, but there were other reasons Wesley failed!!” but like, fuck you, you don’t get to show me nothing but Wesley succeeding and then attempt to salvage this mess by telling me there were other factors at play, especially not when there’s so much attention devoted to Wesley helping the other person.

S01E22 Symbiosis - Everyone spends this episode focusing on the wrong thing. See, the Brekkians are selling medicine to the Ornarans, except actually it’s not medicine it’s addictive drugs, and this is bad because... drugs are bad? Don’t do drugs kids!! Why are you all focusing on the part where there are drugs and not the part where the Brekkians are lying shitbags taking relentless advantage of the Ornarans so that they can live like parasite kings in a capitalist hellscape castle?

“Golly gosh I sure can’t understand why anyone would voluntarily become dependent on a drug!!” says FUCKING WESLEY, THE WORST CHARACTER, completely missing the part where the drug actually is medicine and the Ornarans are entirely unaware that they no longer have the plague the drug is medicine for and thus believe that they have literally no other choice than to take the drug if they want to live. There is nothing “voluntary” about this at all, Wesley you absolute fuckwad!! Somebody shove this kid into a locker already.

S01E23 Skin of Evil - There are no pockets in Starfleet uniforms so everyone spends this episode wandering around with stuff awkwardly glued to their sides and it’s terrible and hilarious. I’m pretty sure this is true of other episodes but this is the one where I found it really really noticeable and couldn’t stop laughing.

...this episode was just obnoxiously funny in general actually, Goo Man is trying so hard to be super evil and scary and grimdark but nobody really gives a fuck about it, he’s more just like majorly inconvenient and kind of irritating than he is actually threatening at any point. “You don’t understand! I don’t serve evil, I am evil!!” the Goo Man wails. Picard categorically does not give any kind of a shit in response.

tl;dr: Data is precious and perfect and every time he’s onscreen I start weeping. YOU’RE DOING GREAT, DATA! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!

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