(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.
