JungKook

Music blasted from either side shaking the very ground he stood on with a red cup filled with alcohol. He took small sips, no, barely at all though his stomach had intensive pain. Everyone around was just a blur, If only he had taken his mothers advice.
"Don't Go."
Mother was indeed right. His palms began to sweat as a heart beat pounded through his chest. There was many people. Too much people. Everything became a blur as he unwillingly dropped to the floor. Desperately cupping his hand over his sweaty face as screams pierced his throat. It was pain he felt. The feeling as if his whole body had been crushing him into a tight space that he feared he would not be able to escape.
"Help me!"

Jimin

Monsters don't sleep under your bed
they sleep in your head. A light beamed out of the pure darkness that surrounded a silhouette of a male. His hand reached out for this light as the beam cracked between the open spaces of his fingers. The atmosphere deformed right under him creating a world that was much familiar to him. A home with an open view of a window. A family sat with each other happily, but he saw himself there with a girl he was familiar with as his sister. It wasn't real. It was fake he knew it was. An instant the house burst in flames. It was quick and burnt everyone almost instantly. Right before his eyes himself and sister burned to death. The skinless figures turned to the window and started at him laughing. They knew he was watching. They wanted him to see them burn. He opened his eyes screaming.

SeokJin

A woman drove through the city's streets. The flashing lights blurred from her windows because of the heavy rain that poured down. It was unbelievably foggy and even the road itself was unseeable. But something was off. When driving isn't the sidewalk suppose to be on your right side? The wrong side of the road.
Before realizing this a bright beam of truck lights blinded her sight. Crashing the woman head-on causing her fragile body to crush under the pressure. Nearby, a small boy waited under the rain waiting for his mother to pick him up, but she hadn't shown up for hours. The many police cars, ambulances, and traffic set fear in him. He decided to follow the commotion. Leading the little boy to a scene that would haunt him forever. His mother laid hopelessly in the car so badly impacted, dead. That day he felt a piece of himself shatter.

"Mama!"

Yoongi

A girl held her knees tightly together with tears streaming down her wet cheeks. The shorts and tank top she wore exposed the various bruises and scratches that scared her skin. A boy with dark eyes stood above her with a devious smile. This wasn't the true him. This was him that like to hurt the ones he loved dearly without any mercy. This time this other him has preyed on his girlfriend. She had so desperately tried to break up and leave him, but the other half wasn't going to let that happen without consequences. He loved the way her eyes burned red while she cried. The other half didn't like this girl. He found her pathetic and weak much like his true self, which disgusted him. How could he be so weak? This is why the other half exists. He calls himself Suga. After the various hours of torture, and rape Suga kicked the girl out of his house. Telling her to never show herself to him again. She listened.

Namjoon

By day, he was a hyperactive man who everyone seemed to love and like. By night, he was man that many people feared. They day was soon coming to an end as he sat on the ledge of a tall building, licking on a small lollipop. He stretched out his arm, and reached for his lollipop, and threw it over the edge. He was bored and still had so much energy in him. Though his way of getting all this energy out was a sin. But he still did it anyways. The tall boy roamed the dark streets. In fact, he had been following a girl he saw at the train station. She was lovely and had a beautiful face, and for himself she was the perfect prey. Instead of partying tonight he would take her home tonight. He would commit the biggest sin he has ever done.

Hoseok

An older woman stood in the kitchen with a knife in her hands as she cut the vegetables. While the boy sat at the table from afar admiring his mothers cooking skills. Yet their conversation together had fallen short and quiet. The orange haired boy sat in his chair staring down at his feet. Faint voices lingered his head.
"Take the knife"
The boy shook his head in disbelief.
"Take it."
"Stab her."
The boy let out a stern "No." Which caused his mother to turn her head," Is everything alright? Have you taken your pills?"
"Fucking do it you piece of shit!"
It was as if the boy was always under control from these voices at any given time. He feared it a lot, but no matter how hard he tried he'd always lose. The boy ran over to his mother and grabbed the kitchen knife from her hands. She yelp out while he clutched his hand over her neck.
"Kill her."
The boy stood choking his mother wide-eyed. The knife dropped to the ground. In which he instantly ran to the bathroom recovering a bottle of pills, as he toke a hand full and dosed it down. The boy looked at himself in the mirror and smiled as he panted,"Fuck you."

Taehyung

A blank canvas stood perfectly aligned in an art room. It was still and very quiet, but that soon changed. A man walked in causing his steps to echo throughout the room. Various paintings hung on the walls but he didn't pay attention to those. Instead, he picked up a paintbrush and stroke by stroke created a picture. A story that keeps replaying in his mind. He painted a boy who felt compacted in his own body. A fearful boy who was frightful of being crushed. He only painted a single person indicting that he was in fact, lonely. The boy in the painting was painted in black but cried tears of color. The artist put down his paintbrush and looked at the final result. He was satisfied. The man looked up from his canvas, and saw the same painting painted hundreds of times hanging on the walls. But he had never remembered painting this boy before.

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I hope I made a somewhat good indication of how their illness affects them or how they got them 😅
But I really want to get this out so sorry for any typos and stuff like that.

-I hope you're planning to apply ~ Ty :>