Jungkook knocked furiously on Sana's door. When no one answered, he tried breaking the door. His body was shaking with fear and guilt, but he had to do this. When the door broke, the sight in front of him brought him to his knees.
Blood.
"Sana." He called out to his best friend, stumbling to her side, only to find her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, lifelessly.
A sob broke out from his throat when his gaze fell on the table beside him and lingered on a familiar object. He covered his mouth with his hands, holding back something between a scream and a sob while his brain went crazy, and heart tore apart.
Tzuyu's phone.
— to be continued —
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Fanfiction❝Why do you always wear red?❞ ❝Why? I look like a psychopath?❞ ❝Yeah, but I love it.❞ In which each day, Jungkook regains fragments of his lost memories of Tzuyu. [ A short TzuKook story ]
