"I missed you. Did you miss me too?" Another one of Tzuyu's questions on their way home met with the same screeching silence.
"I love you, Jun---"
"Then why would you do that?" It was the first time, Jungkook faced her, his eyes gazing at her, not knowing whether the color of love was pooling in her eyes or the color of blood.
"Because I love you."
"You don't make any sense, Tzuyu."
"Love doesn't make sense, Jungkook."
"But love does not justify killing, Tzuyu. Nothing does."
— 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 ]
