#euphoria asks

Jungkook - quite literally a service bf. he'll do anything that yn wants. he's very tuned in to her needs specifically. his own personal love language is quality time. he loves being near her. but he wants to touch her so much. so it's hard for him to be around her when she hates him so much.

Jimin - physical touch as in he wants to live in Taehyung's skin sometimes. he looks at taehyung and imagines himself burrowing into his t-shirt and never moving for the rest of his day.

Taehyung - acts of service and quality time. he just enjoys being in jimin's presence. it keeps him level-headed. he likes to be needed, also. it makes him feel useful and real. he struggles with that sometimes.

YN - honestly, whatever your personal love language is, you can think of it for yourself. however, from my perspective, yn's love language is acts of service.

yn is so used to holding up the weight of the world by herself that when someone comes along who can take that pressure off her, someone that she can trust and rely on. it'll be everything to her.

✨spoilers✨

‘what the fuck do you mean you think theres a camera in the bathroom?’ jimin stares pointedly, foot tapping as his irritation builds looking at taehyung’s impassive expression.

taehyung turns his eyes to look at the ceiling, completely flabbergasted. ‘bunny’s gone and lost his fucking mind.’

‘you told him to do anything to get her!’

taehyung scoffs, shaking off the finger being jabbed at his chest. ‘not like this!’

jimin glares, darkly. ‘fix it, fuck-face’

taehyung fixes him with a long look before reaching out to cup his love’s cheek. he taps jimin’s cheek lightly and says, eyes gleaming, obviously amused, ‘how about instead we turn this into a face I’d like to fuck?’

jimin’s cheeks burn but he hissed, slapping tae’s hand away, ‘not the time!’

w yn, he’s literally baby girl 24/7

she could look at him and he’s melting into a puddle

he doesn’t even have it in him to be mean to her lol

but we’re gonna see him at work and interacting w people outside of his circle, and the change in his personality is night and day

yall want it that bad?🤨

I've read 9 chapters. Do we have more?

there are more i have yet to upload! ppl are just interested in my characters and have been sending me questions as my request! if you have any, you can send them in too!

he did but it was when he was drunk. jm kept saying that yn couldn’t possibly know how to deep throat, and jk, stupid, stupid jk, fell right into his trap.

jm wasn’t meant to see the pictures exactly, jk just told him he had them and that should be proof enough.

and jm knows jk well enough that he just went and found them in his secret hidey-hole. jm then lies and says that jk paraded them around and bc he doesn’t remember much when he gets that drunk, he believed him.

ofc jk immediately tells yn but jm comes clean after yn threatens to twist his lips off. yn thinks it’s funny so she goes along with it and uses it to make jk feel bad when she wants something from him.

tw // suicide

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.

LMAO y’all seem to want jk to want to khs so bad