JJ was driving his motorcycle up on the bridge, getting chased by cops before jumping off his motorcycle up on the bridge which caused the motorcycle to fall down under the bridge.

“JJ?! Jayj?!” Y/N called out, going over to the broken motorcycle that was laying on the concrete ground, the crickets chirping in the air. “Where is he?! JJ?!” Y/N yelled out, her hands going into her hair as she crouch’s down, thinking of what might have happened to JJ.