if euphoria jk were to become one of those 'if you dont love me ill make you hate me more than any other person' yandere, like u said i think, what would he do to her?
truthfully, he thinks he wants that. he thinks he would be able to handle being hated by YN but he really couldn't.
'just a little longer. if i can just wait a little longer, she'll realize that she only has me. the rest of the world has turned its back on her and she'll know it's me she needs by her side'
but what he doesn't count on is the fact that yn doesn't want to live that badly and she'd just off herself instead, to spite him. to spite the world that just keeps shitting on her.
he'll push open the door to the bathroom once yn has spent too much time in there and it makes him feel nervous. so he goes in and if she'll get mad, she'll get mad. but instead, what he sees is her limp and so much fucking red.
his hearing goes white like his head is submerged underwater. he slips as he rushes to her and there's this sound in the background, like a wounded animal, but he can't focus. he can't get a good grip on the injured limb, the blood is soaking his fingers and he's suffocating under the smell of it. it's caking under his nails and his skin is sticky with sweat, tears, snot, with blood - he doesn't know and he doesn't care.
he's calling your name - over and over and over again - but your eyes are rolling in your skull, unfocused, and your lips are turning blue and the red just won’t stop pouring out.
jimin isn't coming, tae isn't coming, and no matter how many times he tries to force their names out of his mouth - no sound is coming out. he's drowning in his panic. he can't breathe.
and he realises, spontaneously, that the sound is him - the wounded animal, the intelligible noises - it's him.
and then he sits up in bed. you're staring at him with wide eyes, as if you had been surprised out of your own sleep, but you're here, you're alive, you're okay and he can't hold on to you tight enough. he pushes the air out of your lungs with how much he squeezes.
'don't leave me, please dont' go. i'm sorry. i love you. don't- don't leave me. i'm sorry i'm so broken, i'm so bad, i'm always so bad, please. please. please. i love you so much.'
and he would press his face into your stomach, would grip the hoodie you’re wearing - one of his - so tight that his knuckles turn white. you place a hand over his fist and run your nails across his scalp slowly and gently, cooing at him until he falls asleep. and of course, once you realize he is asleep, you feel a smirk works its way onto your face.
why would you give this up? what kind of idiot would you have to be to leave someone who was so painfully attached, so pathetically in love, that he would cry himself to sleep if he didn't get a goodnight kiss? no... you were staying. forever. there was no way he'd be rid of you.
