"I'm sorry." Jungkook wanted to touch her, hold her, but instead, he grabbed his phone to report.
"It's okay, I understand." His eyes once again met with hers, her face still sparkling while her heart scrunched up with pain. It was then, Tzuyu turned around and wiped her tears when she saw it.
The knife.
— 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 ]
