Prologue Jennie Kim did not remember the accident. She did not remember the sound of metal crushing in the rain. She did not remember her mother's hand slipping from hers. She did not remember the moment everything ended. What she remembered was waking up. White ceiling. Sharp antiseptic in the air. A machine breathing beside her. Her chest felt tight. Heavy. Unfamiliar. When she tried to move, pain answered first. When she tried to speak, her throat burned. And when she searched the room for her parents- She saw Jisoo instead. Her sister's eyes were swollen. Red. Grandpa U-jin stood behind her, hands clasped behind his back, holding himself upright by sheer will. No one said it at first. They didn't need to. Jennie survived. Her parents didn't. The doctors called it a miracle. They said her lungs had failed. They said she wouldn't have made it through the night. They said a transplant saved her. They said a donor was found in time. Seventeen years old. Grieving. Breathing. Jennie never asked whose lung now filled her chest. She never wanted to know what it had cost. Some miracles come with a price. Some breaths are borrowed. And not all debts are paid immediately. Disclaimer: This is purely a fanfiction. Nothing in this story reflects the real lives or personalities of the artists. All events and character portrayals are fictional and created for entertainment only. Please read with an open mind and respect. **All photos are credited to their respective owners.
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