"Tzuyu!" Jungkook cried, his body shooting up from his bed.
"Jungkook!" Gulping, he looked over his brother, who had a concerned face.
"Hyung, wh-what happened to Tzuyu? Why am I here? Shouldn't I be in jail, why---"
"Jungkook." Jin pressed his hands on Jungkook's shoulders, trying to calm him down, but Jungkook's body won't stop trembling.
"You're mentally unstable. You can't be imprisoned."
"What? Why not? I deserve it. A-And what about T-Tzuyu, hyung?"
— 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 ]
