Note: This is a oneshot set in the College universe, but it did not happen in the sequel. Also this is 99% medically inaccurate. The events in this chapter does not extend to the rest of the AU. It's more of an excuse to explore the dynamics and get some angst with an established history between Jisoo and Jennie.
Prompt: Jennie meets Seunghyun in the most extraordinary way.
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For the official record, Jennie Rubyjane "Jennie" Kim died at the age of twenty. She died in the hospital, after being moved from the stadium in which she'd been struck, her condition unable to stabilize, despite the best care in the region, likely the country.
Jisoo was there.
Jisoo was always there.
Rooting for Jennie, a halo of golden hair gleaming under the bright stadium lights. She was Jennie's everything.
There were so many things Jennie wanted to do with her. Jennie had grand plans of proposing. Paris, New York, Los Angeles- somewhere with lights, somewhere she could romance Jisoo to her heart's content.
She wanted to plan her wedding with Jisoo. She wanted to lay out a display of thousands of extravagant flower combinations for their bouquets. She wanted to wow Jisoo's family with a ridiculously expensive dinner, venue, dresses- Just so she could ignore them all, and have her perfect slow dance with Jisoo.
Jennie wanted to marry her, to move into a house that was probably out of the normal newlyweds' budget. She wanted to pick out the furniture, bicker lovingly about it, and even get their pets.
And then, the kids.
She wanted to have her children with Jisoo, she wanted Jisoo to have her children. She wanted to raise the babies to toddlers, to children to teens. She imagined little variations of Jisoo running around their manor, and it gave her chills.
She wanted so much, from this life.
She wanted to be there for her children in a way her parents never could. PTA meetings, school carnivals, help with homework. She wanted to watch them grow, she wanted to watch them adore Jisoo as much as she did.
She wanted to grow old beside Jisoo, to have the picturesque, perfect life that so many dreamed of, but never achieved.
All it took was a severe blow to the head, and all of it was shattered.
Her dreams were particles of dust, carelessly floating about in the wind.
She remembered Jisoo's warmth, the faint scent of her perfume, her tears as she cradled Jennie's head in her hands. She remembered Dara was gently squeezing her shoulders, trying to pull her away, but Jisoo wouldn't have any of it.
Jennie didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. She'd muttered "Love...Jisoo..." but the doctors were hard pressed for time, and hadn't heard it.
She didn't get to say goodbye to June, who'd be crushed without his guardian, his sister. She didn't get to say farewell to her parents, with whom she'd only just started mending a relationship.
Jennie didn't even remember dying, per se.
It was as if she'd woken from a heavy, deep, demanding sleep- only to find that she was no longer a broken shell in the hospital bed, rather, in a calm looking yard.
It wasn't the garden of eden or anything like that, Jennie noted.
It was...simple. A grassy expanse, a willow tree to the side. Gardens lined the sides of the yard, and a treehouse sat in the middle. It was eerily familiar.
