(warning, do not read if easily triggered. I do not promote suicide)

Suga
You had had enough of all the hate and suffering. You had had enough of being told you weren't good enough for Suga. You always were told he probably didn't actually love you and that he had only dated you out of pity.

You had believed everything.
You believed you were a burden on Suga.
You believed Suga hated you.
You believed Suga was only dating you out of pity.
You believed Suga didn't love you.

You rarely spoke to Suga, which is what lead you to believe such things. You were at a train station, contemplating suicide. After all, Suga hated you, didn't he? He wouldn't care if you up and died. Or so you thought.

You heard the train coming and walked over to the edge of the train station's platform. You were done with life. You had enough. You didn't want to live anymore. You closed your eyes and were about to step off the edge of the train station's platform and get on the rails to get run over when two arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you back, away from the edge.

You could feel a pull of the wind as the person seemed to fall back from how quickly they had to react, still having their arms wrapped around you.

You opened your eyes again and saw who had saved you from the attempted suicide. It was Suga. His eyes were filled with tears and he was hugging you tight.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" He yelled at you, his tears escaping his eyes.
"S-suga" Is all you managed to say as you witnessed him crying.
"I was so scared, don't ever do this again! I don't wanna lose you!" He said, his tears refusing to stop escaping.

Some other people rushed over to see if you two were at all injured. You were slightly shocked at how many people cared about your health. You weren't surprised they were worried about Suga, but you were surprised anybody else actually cared that you were gonna commit suicide.

Suga let go of the hug and the strangers helped the both of you back up. He and the strangers noticed the cuts on your arm and the strangers started treating the still fresh and slightly bleeding cuts.

Suga gently wrapped his arms around your waist, not letting you go.
"Don't ever try this again, please" He said. You could hear his melancholy tone through his voice and tears formed in your eyes.
"I won't, I'm sorry" You replied.

V
You had a pill bottle on your bedside table as well as a knife. The pills were painkillers. It was the day you had set as your suicide day. You had no interest in life anymore and it felt like you've experienced the last thing life would make you experience.

Pain

You had Depression and V and his fellow members were aware of that and they had tried their best to try and help you recover, but it felt impossible for you.

They didn't know you had a death date set. Nobody knew. You kept it to yourself so nobody would stop you. You had written a suicide letter and emailed it to V and his fellow members, telling them goodbye at the very end of it and telling them to be happy without you.

V was shocked and was as fast as possible running to your house in fear of losing you to suicide. He loved you, but you were unaware of it. He reached your house and frantically knocked on the front door, screaming, pleading for you to come and answer, but you couldn't hear him.

At this point tears were pouring out of his eyes and he tried to open the door, but it was locked. He screamed your name, crying his heart out, scared he's too late, but you couldn't hear him.

You grabbed your knife and bottle of painkillers when you finally heard his cries and screams, but you ignored them. You didn't want to see him 'cause at this point, you felt like a burden on everyone and you didn't wanna show your face.

V continued pleading, crying, begging for you to open but you wouldn't listen.
"(Y/N) PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU! OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE!" He screamed, pleading in tears for you to still be alive and to be able to see you.

You paused your actions for a second. Hearing his cries shattered your heart and made you think twice on what you're doing. You kept hearing his cries and pleads and begs.

You dropped the bottle of painkillers and the knife and ran downstairs to open the door. Once you opened the door more tears escaped his eyes as his eyes lit up with joy and he wrapped you up in a warm embrace, his cries starting to calm down, hugging you tight but too tight, happy you're still alive.

You buried your face in his chest with tears of joy in the corners of your closed eyes and he didn't mind. You were happy he cared enough to actually come and try to save you and even after multiple cries, not having given up and kept calling out to you.

"I love you, please don't ever leave me" He said, still hugging you tight.
"I won't, I promise. I'm sorry" You replied.

Rap Monster
You were done with life. You had a bottle of pills in your hand, planning on overdosing to kill yourself. You felt nothing but pain the past couple days, and it had been unbearable.

Nobody would care anyway if you died, right? That's a fact, right? All the people who cared for you only were out of pity, right?

At least, you told yourself these things and believed them. You believed there was nothing left for you to live for.

You opened the bottle of pills and faintly smiled when you saw the pills inside the bottle. Suddenly your door busted open and when you turned your attention to it, you saw Rap Monster panting heavily. He snatched the bottle from you.

"H-hey!" You said.
"Don't you even dare overdose" He said with a serious facial expression. Your arms fell to your sides and you looked down. He sighed slightly and put away the bottle, pulling you into a warm hug.

"Please (Y/N). Killing yourself isn't the answer to anything...." He said.
"Killing yourself just passes your pain onto someone else...Like, me..." He said again. You hugged him back and buried your face in his chest, crying and he didn't mind.

He let you let it all out since he knew letting yourself cry is one of the easiest ways to feel better when you're sad.

J-Hope
You were in your room, cutting. You decided you would try dying from bloodloss.

You hated your life and the only thing you had stayed alive for was J-Hope. You had a crush on him but doubted he loved you back. After all, you've been rejected tons of times. You didn't believe this time would be different.

You got to your 10th cut and suddenly the door opened hastly, showing J-Hope there. He rushed over to you and took the knife from you, throwing it aside, grabbing your arm as gently as possible, and taking you to the bathroom so he can bandage up your arms and stop the bleeding.

Jin
You were standing at the edge of a cliff, contemplating suicide. You didn't know Jin was slightly eying you only a few feet away, concerned.

You felt worthless, helpless, useless, like no difference would be made if you died. You sighed and looked down from the height in which you were 38 feet up in the air. You stepped closer to the edge and Jin's eyes widened, quickly starting to run towards you.

You let yourself fall off the cliff, closing your eyes, but you suddenly felt a hand grab yours. You opened your eyes in slight confusion and saw Jin, gripping your hand as tightly as possible, trying so hard to pull you back up.

Your eyes were wide in shock that he was even there. You let him pull you back up and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, literally crying. You hugged him back after a short while and felt tears stinging your eyes.

You felt the hug tighten a bit, though not too much. You smiled in joy and let your tears fall, closing your eyes.
"P-please, don't ever try this a-again. I don't w-wanna lose you" He said.

"I won't, I'm sorry" I replied.

Jungkook
You felt no care for anything.
You didn't care about you.
Not about them...

You only cared for one thing...Jungkook. He had been by your side through thick and thin, though you still doubted if he cared about you at all. He would always praise you when you did something he considered right, but you always felt like a failure.

You felt like you had failed him. Them. Your parents. Everything.

You would rarely speak to Jungkook and you thought he might've picked up on your depression. He must've. There was no other explanation to why his kindness meter raised drastically without you even doing anything.

When you asked, he'd always reply with 'Because you're you, and you're awesome for that'. You weren't sure if that much appreciation was unhealthy or good for you and/or him, but you couldn't lie, you loved it.

You loved the constant love and attention because it made you feel needed and like at least someone cares, but that quickly faded. You felt like you were taking advantage of Kookie's kindness, even though you weren't.

You felt guilty. You didn't feel like you deserved to live. You were standing on the sidewalk of a road, silent, waiting for a car to start appearing in the distance.

Jungkook was in a restaurant not too far away and once he spotted you, his eyes widened, knowing why you were standing still there. He got up and paid for his food and left the restaurant as a car started to show up.

He ran towards you, tears forming in his eyes but he was too late. The car hit you with a loud screech since the driver had tried to slow down but was unable to in time. The car stopped and the driver got out of the car, panicking as well as Jungkook.

Jungkook ran up to you, gently picking you up as the driver called the ambulance. You were unconscious though not fully dead yet. The ambulance arrived in time and took you to the hospital.

Jungkook felt like his heart sunk into his stomach, letting his tears freely fall, scared you won't survive. The driver tried comforting Jungkook but he snapped at the driver, screaming at him with tears escaping his eyes.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU STOP!?!" He screamed at the driver.
"I tried but I couldn't in time" He replied.
"I'm surprised you even have a license" Jungkook said and headed to the hospital, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head, praying you will make it.

Once he made it to the hospital, he asked the front desk what room you had.
"Room 5 on floor two" The girl replied. He thanked her and headed straight to your hospital room.

Once he got there, he looked through the window and saw the monitor showed you were still alive. He watched through the window as nurses and doctors got everything stable. Once they were done, a nurse said he could come in.

He went inside the room, sitting down on the chair next to your bed, apologizing for not being able to get to you in time to move you out of the way, even though he knew it was a suicide attempt of yours. You slowly regained consciousness and he smiled slightly.

"Jung...kook..?" You asked weakly, your sight being blurry.
"Yes, it's me. I'm so glad you're still alive" He said with happy tears in the corners of his eyes. You smiled a little, happy he cared.

Jimin
He would've probably been a few feet away, stopping you immediately. (I'm out of ideas, sorry XD)

(This took hella long to make. Jesus fucking Christ.)