Warning for guns, abuse and death
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Life after that day seemed to fly by faster than the blonde had seemed to anticipate. Her fun summer of freedom was slipping through her fingers as she progressed further into adulthood. And it hadn't helped that she spent those weeks packing up the life that she had slowly blossomed and had become used to so she could bloom in a larger garden as she set out to create a new one. Beautiful and frightening it was to set off into the real world, large and fast paced. Her first steps would be wobbly, no doubt, as a young toddler taking her first steps. But she would grow stronger. She could grow onto the new life as she had with the past one.
She would flourish with Jisoo by her side, acting as her miracle grow.
That woman was her rock, sticking by her through the ups and downs of her roller coaster life. Even the awkward middle when Jennie had admitted to Daejung's knowledge of them with a blurted, "Daejung found out about us."
Jisoo had turned almost as pale as Jennie when the words had registered. The blonde hadn't known if she were going to vomit or faint. But neither had happened. Instead, the brunette had ended up taking a seat on the bed, coffee eyes wide.
"Did you tell him?" She had finally mumbled, voice strained.
"He saw us, and there was no getting around. He knows everything, now." Jennie elaborated as she had joined the brunette, sitting both literally and metaphorically on the edge of her seat.
It had taken quite a while for Jisoo to process this just as Daejung had when Jennie had spoken to him. The older woman sat there, leaving the bedroom void of all noises aside from their unsteady breaths. Jisoo's was quick as anxiety struck, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotion as she had attempted to take in what was told to her. Jennie's heart rate had quickened, leaving her almost breathless as she tried to remove herself from the fretful atmosphere that had suddenly gripped her. She had absolutely no idea of how the brunette teacher would even come to terms with this new information, or how she would react towards it.
But then the silence was eventually broken as Jisoo had grown enough courage to inquire further about the discussion. Jennie had warily answered each question, reassuring every so often that Daejung was a trustworthy man and would keep their secret to himself. Jisoo still hadn't seemed convinced, but she had calmed enough to accept the words for the moment.
Over time, she had become comfortable with Daejung's knowledge and had even embraced it when it came to certain things. Things that Jennie had suggested such as Daejung being help when it came to Minhyeon. Though, that had aroused panic within the brunette teacher as she had nearly bit her young lover's head off about telling Daejung.
"He doesn't know!" Jennie had flung her hands in the air, eyes wide at the scary vein that popped angrily out of Jisoo's forehead. "I wasn't going to say anything until I talked to you. I know how he can be and he'd probably hunt her ass down, wherever the hell she is."
"Good." Jisoo had merely nodded and that had ended the conversation. She had neither said a positive nor negative thing about releasing any new information to Jennie's foster father.
Her silence was insinuation enough to keep the blonde quiet for the rest of the night to eventually forget about it.
Jennie had forgotten about it, weeks later as the final day of June turned up on their calendar. Her mind was occupied otherwise and the thought of Minhyeon or Daejung had escaped her mind as both she and Jisoo had prepared for their move to Boston. The house was mostly packed up by then, filled with boxes in empty rooms and the furniture that lay amongst them.
It was almost stressful thinking about all of what was ahead on their agenda. They would have to move every single box that they had packed out into the moving truck along with the select furniture that Jisoo had planned on bringing with them, and then driving the four or five hours to their new apartment. And even then, they would still have to unload the moving truck to put everything in their new home so they could unpack and organize.
That certainly wasn't something that the blonde was anxious about. Of course, she was more than excited to move to the big city, but the small details were the things she would rather leave out. Why couldn't it have just been as simple as driving up there and being moved into their new apartment?
That was Jennie's lazy mind speaking, of course. She had let it guide her throughout most of their packing, only to get her yelled at by Jisoo to help pack things up. Then as soon as she did start helping again, the brunette would apologize and they had somehow gotten distracted for a few hours until it was too late to do anymore work... Or they hadn't felt like shoving more things in another box.
But, throughout the distractions and procrastinations, they had managed to get everything done and ready for the move. Jisoo had rented a moving truck to be picked up on the first of July, which would mark the first official day of their moving.
Jennie was both excited and dreadful of that day. She would be moving to a whole new city, leaving behind what she had grown so used to. She would be off exploring what the world had to offer, leaving behind the loving foster parents that had taken her in for the few years in her life. She would be leaving the friends that she had made and grown close to, though she would also be moving closer to one.
It was something terrifying, but she had managed to bottle up enough of her emotions to make it through. The blonde wouldn't dare shed a tear on the day she left as she had the day that she had graduated. It was no big deal, was it? She didn't have to show her emotions. She could keep them locked in as she had before. Now, she only hoped that they would obey and stay hidden.
She wouldn't dare break down as she would move each of those boxes from the house. There would be too many people there to witness her weakness and she couldn't have that. But, fortunately as she lay there in bed, that was tomorrow.
The tears in her eyes now would not succeed in breaking through tomorrow. She would spend all of today, alone, ridding herself of those pesky emotions. The blonde thought of that triumphantly as she rolled over, crystalline streams leaking down her cheeks. Thankfully, Jisoo was currently in the bathroom taking her morning shower. Jennie had decided to sleep in longer, though she was unable to. Everything seem to have struck her at once when the brunette disappeared into the other room.
She was at her weakest when she was alone. Every thought, every stupid thing that she did, would bombard her brain, forcing unwanted memories and tearful thoughts to slice her vision. As they did now, dripping from her eyes and onto the pillow underneath her. She remained quiet, though her breath seemed to choke her at the effort to do so.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jennie hissed, slamming a fist into the pillow.
Why was this getting to her? She had moved plenty times before. Hell, she had moved from the Ims to live with Jisoo and it hadn't affected her this much... But as she had thought back to that night, she had become weak. She allowed her emotional side to show to the brunette as she lamented into her arms, her sorrow and anger had melted into tearful streams of pain.
Why was it so hard moving when she had bounced from home to home before? It was rare enough staying in one place for a year, and when she had, it wasn't even that bad. She would be dancing on the grave of her former home by now.
It was different this time, she thought. It really was. She felt loved and wanted here. The Ims had given her a home instead of just a roof over her head to sleep under. They had showed every kindness that they could muster and made her feel welcome here in this little town.
Lisa, Chaeyoung, Hanbin and even Mino had welcomed her with open arms. They didn't look at her any differently as the other kids had before. They smiled at her and made an attempt to strike up a conversation with the blonde on her first day entering the new school.
Nothing was fake here. The smiles reached the people's eyes, the emotions they gave her were raw and genuine. They talked to her as if she were an actual human being instead of an abandoned stray.
Those thoughts had only drawn out more tears. Her head pounded. It was true that's why she was so emotional about leaving Storybrooke. This place was her very first home. This was the place that she had felt the most comfortable in. And now she was leaving it all behind.
She knew that she would have had to leave this place eventually. Nothing good lasts forever, or so she had discovered in her life. Everything went away over time and she had never given it a second glance. Why bother when she knew it would never be returned to her.
Coughing slightly, the blonde sniffled and curled into herself, bringing a pillow into her arms. Jisoo was a good thing. Would she leave too?
No... she couldn't. The brunette was going with her. One good thing was lasting. Would that be enough to keep a higher belief over her previous ones?
"Honey, are you alright?" The familiar melody of her lover's voice lilted before the blonde. Eyes lifted to see the brunette standing on her own side of the bed, looking down at the small ball of a human, hidden within blankets and pillows.
"Yeah," her voice cracked. If that hadn't given her away, the stains of liquid on her cheeks had.
Jisoo was on the bed before she could say another word and was soon engulfed in warm, loving arms. The brunette lie next to her, replacing the pillow as she curled against the blonde with a concerned face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Jennie sighed, arms wrapping around the brunette as if she were a life preserver. "Everything. Moving. Leaving."
"Oh..." Jisoo frowned, tawny fingers curling through blonde tangles. The fresh smell of crisp apples permeated the blonde's senses, along with the sweet honeyed scent of the older woman's body wash. Wet droplets of water pelted her every so often from dark locks, hitting her pale skin with cool drips. "Are you stressed over it, my love?"
The blonde shifted, wiping her face on the brunette's terrycloth robe. "No... It's... It's just leaving. You know?" Jennie sighed, breathing through the next wave of emotion that threatened to draw from her eyes. After making sure she had swallowed it back down her constricting through, she had spoken again, voice hoarse. "I've left so many times in my life and this must be the hardest. It's like... It's like a regular, normal kid leaving their parents for the first time in their life."
Jisoo nodded silently, the hand that had been in Jennie's hair moved to rub her cheek. "Hey, I know. Perhaps not to the extent that you do, but I know enough. And remember that I am here, Jennie, if you need me. Don't be afraid of showing your emotions."
There was a pause in her speech as those gorgeous chestnut eyes disappeared. She leaned forward to press a kiss to Jennie's forehead, a sigh soon following. "Bottling them up isn't good. You will merely harm yourself in the process, and possibly others. Longer fumes, bigger explosions."
"I know, Jichu." The blonde nuzzled into the brunette, face pressing into the older woman's neck. She stay there quietly, enjoying the tender familiarity of Jisoo as she held her. The emotion that had stirred up within her had quickly dissipated with the new affection, a new emotion replacing it. Her heart swelled in her chest.
This would definitely last. It has this long, so why not longer? It felt as if the two of them were connected by one heart beating in time, never to be separated by any force brought down upon them. They had survived so much and had done everything within their power to stay together through these few months. Was it possible to feel the way that Jennie had? To feel as if her life revolved around the brunette that held her? To feel if she had ever gotten separated from the older woman, her life would feel empty? Her heart just a hole in her chest?
"Hey, I love you." Jisoo rumbled, the words vibrating in her throat which had seemed to tickle the blonde's nose. She made a soft noise and shifted to look into the adoring dark eyes.
"Hey, I love you, too." She responded, a sheepish smile spread across her thin, pink lips.
Jisoo looked as if she had melted. The grin on her face lilted her lips far enough to reach her eyes, soft and bright. "We should do something. Take our minds off everything. Relax before the big day."
"Do you wanna eat out?" Jennie's grinned innocently, held tilting slightly.
"You know that we cannot, Jennie." Jisoo quirked a brow at the young woman, not realizing the innuendo until Jennie's grin had turned into a smirk. "Why are you looking at me like-...? Jennie Kim!"
The blonde burst into a fit of laughter at the dark pink that had tinted her lover's cheeks, soon turning her entire face red. That little vein popped out once again, both of mortification and slight irritation. "Ooh, now you understand."
"Is that what you want?" The brunette flopped onto her back and pushed herself up to lean against the headboard. "To make love?"
The blonde suddenly turned shy, shrugging as she kept eyes on the brunette through her lashes, a small curve on her lips. "Maybe."
"Then let us start our day off perfectly." Jisoo hummed, grabbing Jennie's face to pull her up for a sweet kiss. The blonde melted into it, pressing herself into the kiss with a delicious moan.
"Okay," she breathed, allowing the brunette to fall on top of her.
The two of them had started off their day perfectly, and started it off they did. It had taken them the rest of the morning, dipping into the early afternoon by the time they had considered themselves worn out for the day. At least enough so they would still be able to do whatever Jisoo had planned. Or else they would still be upstairs for damn near the rest of the day, exploring each other all over again, and then some.
By three in the afternoon, the two of them had drug themselves out of bed to get ready and clobber down the stairs to continue on with their day, whatever that entailed.
"What are we doing?" Jennie had asked once they hit the bottom landing, a brow quirked.
Jisoo paused and turned around, a mortified smile on her face. "You know what? I forgot."
"You... forgot?"
"I... Yes." The older woman chuckled softly, a hand sliding through her hair. "I can't think straight after that last round."
"I told you I was talented." Jennie's brows waggled playfully as she sidled up to the brunette woman, quite enjoying the sudden memories that flooded her face. "Now, tell me, how many times did you come?"
"Shh!" Jisoo turned away from the blonde, flustered as she moved towards the front door to grab her purse and the keys. "Can we not talk about that?"
"You can be such a prude, sometimes." The blonde joked, following behind her.
Jisoo closed up often when it came to things such as that. For some odd reason. She was an open book while they were in bed, or the couch... or the floor... or the wall, or wherever they so happened to land while making love. The older woman would get down and dirty then, but when the mood and glow was gone, she would shell up.
Strange the way that woman worked, but that was one of the reasons why Jennie loved her. She was shy, yet outspoken; elegant, yet laid back. A ball of contradiction she was.
"Sorry, Chu."
"It's alright." Jisoo turned to grab her young lover's hand, tugging her close as they exited the manor. "I was merely kidding."
"Mmmmhm," she wrinkled her nose cutely, giving her a look that told otherwise. "Where are we going, anyways, Ms. Prude?"
"Well, if you're going to continue calling me prude, you will be heading to your parents' house."
"Shutting up." The blonde pursed her lips together, eyes wide.
"That's my good girl." Jisoo smirked, giving her hand a tight squeeze. "And we shall see where the car takes us."
With those words, Jennie rushed towards the vehicle leaving Jisoo in her wake. She pressed the palms of her hand to the passenger side door, pushing against it. "O Might Mercedes Benz, do show us the enlightened path of our agenda today."
"Jennie," Jisoo laughed, coming up behind her. "You are a –and this is quoting you- 'dork.'"
"Proudly bred and born." The blonde gave her a cheesy smile which earned a firm smack to her ass. She squeaked, smirking when the brunette rounded the car. "Ooh, you're doing that again? Smack me some more, baby."
"Jennie," Jisoo reprimanded, but the playful roll of her eyes gave her away. She didn't mind. She secretly enjoyed the dirty talk when it extended from the bedroom. Jennie grinned at that. Her girlfriend was just as filthy minded as she, though the prior was more closet-bound.
"I ain't done nothin'." The blonde lifted her hands up, smirking as she opened the door to pop in.
"There are so many things wrong with that sentence, Jennie. Have I failed as a teacher?"
"No, I'd say you've done rather well." Jennie leaned towards the older woman, giving her an innocent look. "Of course."
"Of course." Jisoo echoed, sticking the key into the ignition.
"Now can you tell me what we're doing?"
"I was planning on heading to the store to pick something up for lunch. Though, I do suppose it will be dinner soon enough." The brunette quirked a brow towards the younger woman next to her. Jennie blinked slightly, returning the look with a nod as she absently confirmed her words.
"Would you like to drive to the grocery store?"
"... hell yeah!" The blonde squealed at the sudden inquiry, jumping almost literally into Jisoo's lap. This earned a soft chuckled as the older woman attempted to exit the vehicle to allow for the blonde to get into her former seat.
Jennie was ready in the driver's seat, belt on and foot on peddle by the time that Jisoo had entered the passenger's seat. She chuckled at her young lover's excitement. The two of them had done this often when they explored around town, and even just as something to pass the time.
Jisoo had helped teach the blonde how to drive, and along with Daejung's help, Jennie was a pro in no time. Unfortunately, the time seemed to be limited when it came to getting the official document so that she would be able to drive legally. There always seemed to be so much free time, yet so little. The year had zoomed by far too quickly while the other students in her school had their driver's licenses and even owned a car of their own. She felt as if she were far behind.
And now she was out of school, without one of those licenses for herself. She owned a car, surprising enough, but had no way of driving it.
"Getting a license is on my bucket list." Jennie mumbled to the brunette, putting the Benz in reverse to exit the driveway. "It would be nice to drive. Legally, anyways."
"Oh, yes!" Jisoo nodded, eyes in the rear-view mirror. "You do have the documents, correct?"
"...documents?" Jennie blinked slightly, stopping just before the street as a motorcycle zoomed down the pavement.
"Your birth certificate and social security card. You do have those, correct?" The brunette frowned slightly, eyes no longer on the mirror, instead they were pinned to her blonde counterpart.
"I might. You know... I got tossed around a lot. I'm not sure if I physically ever had them." Sudden panic bubbled up in the blonde. "Minjee and Daejung never said anything about it when I mentioned a license. So, either they do have them or they assume that I do."
"You might have to ask them before we leave." The brunette turned slightly, watching the scenery go by. "Perhaps we could pop over there?"
"Aw, I don't wanna." The blonde pouted childishly. "Can I ask my dad tomorrow? He's coming over to help us, anyways."
"Jennie, you have a bad habit of procrastination." Jisoo clucked. "Just so long as it's before we leave."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to him when we get up, so if he does have it, he can bring it over." Jennie sighed slightly, pulling into the grocery store parking lot.
"Jennie," the brunette sighed, unbuckling her belt.
Frowning, the blonde set the car into park and turned towards the older woman. "I'm sorry. I just... don't want to worry about that right now. I mean, I know I should but... Ugh! I feel too fucking stressed." Jennie turned away, a look of self-disgust on her face. "There's too much going on right now."
"I know, Jennie. How do you think I feel?" Jisoo attempted to give her a reassuring look, a hand gently massaging her shoulder. "Life isn't at its best, but it will get better, I promise you."
"Nothing's bad. It's just... stressful with the move. Life is pretty good, but I want to relax. I don't want to worry about anything."
"But that's the life of an adult, Jennie. It isn't all fun and games. You have stress and things to worry about every day. It's rare that you get a break." The brunette brought the back of her knuckles up to caress the blonde's cheek, a curve lilting her lips. "But when you do, it's magical."
"I know..." The blonde sighed, head turning into the touch. "I apologize for being a... baby."
"Do not apologize. You are fine. It's alright." Jisoo smiled, leaning in to replace her knuckles with her lips. "Now, I'll be right back, alright? I'm going to grab something for us to eat tonight."
"Mm, like what?" Jennie tilted her head, watching as the other party shifted to get out.
"Sandwiches? Perhaps some junky food chips. Some other things that don't require using things that we've packed?" The brunette chuckled, popping open the passenger's door.
"Can we get ice cream?" Jennie beamed, bouncing slightly. "We have plastic spoons. We can eat it out of the container."
"... good point. Ice cream is on the list. What kind?" Jisoo smiled, pausing with one leg out of the car. "Quick before I get mutilated here."
"I can still fuck you if you have one leg."
"Jennie."
"Milk. I always loved that flavor." The blonde smiled.
"Mm, it's become my favorite as well." The brunette leaned over to give a quick kiss to Jennie's cheek before popping out of the car. "I'll be right back."
"Okie dokie!" Jennie gave her a sweet grin and watched on as the brunette woman headed into the store. Her eyes absently remained on the entrance as she had waited, her hand reaching to turn on the stereo.
It was usually like this. Either one or the other would go into the store as the other waited, either at home or in the car. It was the safest to play since the grocery was still a public place. That was one thing that the blonde was excited about when it came to the thought of moving to Boston. The two of them would be allowed to go anywhere they wanted, public or not. They could go the store together, eat at restaurants, or even go to recreational places.
Hopefully the upcoming problem of Jisoo soon being Jennie's professor in college wouldn't prevent them from doing those things once again. It shouldn't suit as one since the city was far larger than Storybrooke, right? Oh, dear, did Jennie hope so. She would hate to continuously hide their relationship from everyone around them. She wanted to be able to flaunt her Jisoo around, and have the latter do the same for her. They would flaunt each other.
That would certainly be nice because she absolutely hated waiting outside for Jisoo to be finished with shopping. So she was currently doing in her predicament, eyes on the door to the store. It sure as hell was boring.
Then that magical brunette woman slipped out the automatic doors to the grocery store with brown, paper bags bundled in her arms. She wore a smile upon coming into eye contact with the blonde who watched every step until she opened the passenger's door.
"I returned!" She set the bags down on the seat between them before ducking into her seat. "With all the essentials that we will be needing tonight. Prepare for a lazy day, my dear Jennie, full of Netflix, snuggling, and a feast."
"Mm! I can't wait!" Jennie squeaked, starting the Benz back up so they could do just that.
"Then hurry and get us home." Jisoo chuckled as the blonde backed out of the parking lot and onto the street. "But not too fast, of course..."
"Yeah," she nodded, pulling up to the stop sign. "I don't think we want that."
Jennie tried her best to make haste back to the house, remaining chicken as she drove relatively slow down the streets. She still wasn't too comfortable with driving fast, for a reason. Perhaps it was the undying fear of getting into an accident. Nothing too pleasant, of course.
Jisoo merely giggled the entire way as she watched Jennie, holding onto the steering wheel like an elderly woman who could barely see what was in front of her.
"You are adorable when you drive, Jennie." Jisoo couldn't help but to make the comment that had been on the tip of her tongue.
"Oh ha ha." Jennie huffed, turning onto their street. "I bet you were like this when you were first learning."
"Alright, alright. You're right." The brunette turned her eyes on Jennie. "But we are all wary of driving the first time. It's something we are not used to, but you'll eventually-"
Jisoo paused in the middle of her sentence as soon as they had pulled into the driveway of their soon-to-be former home, and directly behind a car that hadn't been there when they had left earlier that day. Of course, that was obvious and the assumption of not expecting any guests did not sate the sudden anxiety bubbling in the brunette's stomach.
"Who's that?" Jennie was first to speak, breaking the silence that had grown by the time she had turned the engine off.
The older woman merely shrugged, her mocha eyes glued to the deep crimson corvette that harbored the unknown visitor, or so Jisoo had thought. The teacher was out of the car before her blonde lover could make a remark. She hastily made her way to the expensive vehicle, intent on her confrontation until she had found the driver's seat to be empty. The entire car as desolate, it even appeared to be devoid of any personal items and looked pristine as if a car lot had just dropped it off in front of her house.
But that was the least of Jisoo's concerns. She wanted to know who this car's own was- and more importantly, where they were. She did a quick once-over of her property by the time Jennie popped out of the Benz to join her with the groceries, a frown creasing her face.
"I hope they didn't break into the house." The blonde voiced Jisoo's worries, her emerald eyes shifting towards the estate as if it were on fire. "We'd have to open a hefty can of whoop-ass on the intruder. I'm sure we can take him down... unless there's more than just one."
"Do not say that..." Jisoo's voice suddenly dropped to a mere whisper, her person slowly gravitating closer to Jennie, a motion of both wanting to protect and be protected.
"There's no one in-" But the brunette's words were cut short when the front door to the manor opened with a small form behind it. Immediately, Jisoo could feel her blood run cold.
Because that was her mother standing there, giving her a disappointed look.
The older woman was surrounded by an aura of cool. Sinister was the smile on her face as Minhyeon made her way out of the house as if she landed no fault in being there. The lawyer glided like a queen to her daughter, head held high and chocolate eyes burning.
"Jisoo, darling, it's lovely to see you again."
The former teacher didn't respond, instead she remained silent, watching her mother through careful eyes. Jennie tensed in her spot, her own emerald orbs burning with hatred towards their third party.
"Have you not anything to say? That is no way to greet the woman that had given you life." Minhyeon tsked, head shaking when she finally closed the distance between the three of them.
"What are you doing here, mother? I thought you disowned me, or is that just another one of your games?" The hesitant brunette finally spoke, her arms crossing coolly over her chest.
"Oh, but darling, you will always be my daughter. You are the fruit of my womb, are you not?"
"You have no business being here, mother. Leave." Jisoo snarled, lip curling as she moved towards the front door. Jennie followed soon behind her, paper bags in her arms.
"I am hurt, my daughter. Why would you say such cruel things to me?" Minhyeon didn't relent as she merely trailed behind the two of them into the house, and straight to the kitchen.
Jisoo turned behind Jennie to stop her mother, growling her words. "Have I not told you to leave? What is it that you want? Haven't you destroyed everything already?"
"Clearly not if you still plan to move." Minhyeon eyed the boxes stacked up in the corners of the kitchen, a perfect brow arched. "You have done quite a bit with the place since the last time I was here, dear."
"What do you want, mother?" Jisoo sighed, repeating the question as she turned to help Jennie put the groceries away. "I haven't any time for this."
"Kim Jisoo, look at me when I am speaking to you." Minhyeon frowned with disappointment, merely standing there with her threat clinging in the air. Jisoo shot her a rebellious look before going back to what she had been doing.
"I am a grown woman." She shooed Jennie from the fridge. "Why don't you go see if we have missed anything?"
"But I did that last-"
"Please," Jisoo gave her a stern look that held no further argument. Jennie nodded quickly and scurried from the kitchen, leaving mother and daughter alone.
Relaxing slightly now that Jennie had left them alone, Jisoo turned to look at her mother. "Answer me, mother. Stop dancing around the subject."
"I thought to stop by before you make the big move, Jisoo."
"No you didn't." Jisoo leaned back against the counter, hands gripping the edges.
"Oh, but I did. Life is too short to hold petty grudges and leave loose ends dancing around. It is much, much simpler to tie them up." Minhyeon stepped towards her daughter, standing dangerously close to the woman. "I am dying, my daughter. Wouldn't you prefer to spend the last of my days happy? I know I would. I only have one daughter, after all, and that daughter is you."
"What about Sookhee, mother?" Jisoo hissed, trying so hard not to let those words get to her. She pushed the woman away from her to head across the room. "I know of you two and your schemes. Sookhee had come here herself to tell me."
"Oh, dear. Had she now?" Minhyeon frowned slightly, though it was all too fake as if she had expected it. "I always knew that girl was weak. That was why I got rid of her."
"Bullshit, Minhyeon. Just leave my house."
"Need I remind you, this is my house." The older brunette trailed behind her daughter, roughly grabbing her arm to force the younger brunette to turn around.
Jisoo jerked her arm away, taking a step back. "Then keep your house, mother. I don't give a damn, frankly. I'm leaving."
"I do not care about the house, darling." She sighed, the upside down curve of her lips merely deepened at the younger woman's reaction.
"You sure as hell are making a big deal over it, now, aren't you?" The former teacher narrowed her eyes, warily watching her mother take a step towards her.
"I want you, Jisoo. That is why I made the endeavor to come here. I wanted to see you... Make it all up to you." Minhyeon frowned, a soft sigh falling from her lips. "I know that I haven't been the best mother, my love. But I do try my hardest to be all that I can for you."
Jisoo's brows furrowed at her mother's words. She was doing it again, she knew it. She knew better than to fall for her mother's manipulative words. But... they sounded just as what she had wanted them to be.
No.
She wasn't going to be an idiot and fall for those honeyed words again. Not again. Not like what had happened last time.
"Darling, do not be hesitant. You know mommy means best." Minhyeon extended a hand, reaching to caress her daughter's cheek.
But Jisoo rejected it this time, dodging away from the hand that tried to feed her. And that hand slapped her hard across the face as it always had when angered.
"How dare you turn your back on me, Jisoo? I have done nothing but love you and this is how you repay me?" The lawyer hissed, grabbing her daughter's jaw before the brunette could escape the room.
"This, mother. This is why I reject you and I should have so long ago. Why I had survived this long putting up with the torture you put me through, I will never know." Jisoo latched onto her mother's wrist, attempting to pull it from its painful grip. But it was to no avail. The woman had grown stronger.
Minhyeon's head tilted, eyes sparkling with hurt. "Is that what you really think?"
"You abuse me, mother. You abuse me and I am tired of it."
"Bullshit!" The profanity left her mother's mouth with a painful jerk of the tanned woman's chin, a hand drawing once again to her cheek.
And that's when a third party's voice shouted angrily from the doorway saving the slap for another day, which had left Jisoo's heart to fall into the pits of her stomach.
"Stop!" Jennie was on Minhyeon before Jisoo could mutter out a protest.
But when the shock had released the brunette teacher back into reality, she was screaming at the two who wrestled around her to stop. It was a futile attempt as they merely continued, Jennie knocking Minhyeon back against the counter, only to be reciprocated against the fridge as the brunette pinned her down.
"You have no business butting into our conversation, Jennie." Minhyeon hissed, tightening her grip on the blonde's upper arms to swing the two of them away from the refrigerator.
"I may not have any business with your conversation, but I won't idly stand by and let you abuse Jisoo like that, either." Jennie's voice was nothing but a deep growl. She attempted to shake the brunette lawyer off her to no avail as she merely swung the duo around the kitchen with Jisoo still squawking at the two, attempting to follow them around so she could pry her mother away.
"You're just a child, Jennie, darling. You do not understand what we adults are doing."
"Like hell I do! I may be young, but I'm not stupid. Its bullshit that you keep doing this to her. I am sick of it. She is a grown fucking woman!" The blonde's words had earned a sharp gasp from Jisoo's mother, who had immediately pushed the younger woman to the ground.
Jennie stared, dazed, up at the oldest woman who merely tsked at her.
"How clumsy you are, blonde. Both physically and mentally." A wicked look ghosted across her features, but had been quickly replaced when her daughter had grabbed a hold of her.
"Stop this, mother."
"Why on earth should I? This insolent blonde has gotten in the way of our relationship, my dear daughter. She is better off... gone." Minhyeon's wicked gaze returned, threatening the blonde in her spot. "Isn't that right?"
"You can take that nice car of yours and drive off a bridge for all I care." Jennie muttered, shifting to stand only to be pushed back down by a violent heel. This had caused her to hit the ground hard, face smacking unpleasantly against the tiled floors. "Ah, fuck!"
"Such profanity." Minhyeon smirked her victory at the warm, crimson drops that fell from the young woman's nose. She stood stark and proud for the injury that she had caused, though her daughter had felt differently.
"That is enough, mother! I want you out of my house and out of my life." Jisoo hissed the familiar words. She had said them so many times, she didn't know whether or not they had any effect anymore.
Her question was answered when Minhyeon turned to look up at her, a simple smile on her face. "Oh, darling, you don't mean that." She cooed, reaching up to caress her daughter's cheeks, heated with rage.
"Don't touch me!" She shooed her mother's hand away, taking a step back with dark eyes on the blonde who held her nose on the floor, watching the scene as if she were prepared to strike at any given moment.
"Don't be that way, darling. You reject me because of her." Again, Minhyeon's gaze fell to the blonde, her lip curling in disgust. "She's the reason why you have picked up and changed your mundane lifestyle. Things were perfect the way they were before this... brat came along."
"Excuse the fuck out of me?" Jennie angrily queried from her spot, eyes like molten lava. "You're only pissed because you don't have control over her. You're realizing that she's a grownup who can make her own decisions and doesn't need her mother's help anymore. News flash, you crazy old bat."
"Oh, you believe that you can get away with playing that game, Jennie?" That voice was cold, and deadly so. Jennie would have shit herself if she didn't feel so constipated with the terrified anger consuming her. Minhyeon squat down next to the blonde, who still resided on the floor with her bruising and bloodied nose. A smirk that could have resembled an evil witch's spread wide across her lips. "You see, I wasn't going to resort to this... final plan, here. Shall I call it plan D, K, or M? Oh, does it honestly matter? I do not believe so."
"What... What plan are you talking about?" Jennie swallowed thickly, pressing herself up against the counter.
"Mother... Get away from her." Jisoo's warning voice sounded, but went ignored by the eldest woman as she merely continued to stare soullessly into Jennie's eyes.
"Not now, my love. I am having a conversation with your... lover." Her gaze never broke, even as she had addressed her daughter. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. My last resort. You see, you couldn't have just merrily played along and left us alone, now, could you? I was truly hoping that you would not be so insolent, but alas..."
Clucking, the older woman stood, leaving a terrified blonde on the floor. "I must do this. For the sake of us all."
"D-Do what? Minhyeon."
"Mother, what are you doing?" Jisoo frowned, eyes widening as the brunette lawyer fished for something in her small handbag. The younger brunette took a step back, eyes widening as she noticed a metallic, black object in the shape of a dangerous weapon get plucked from the bag.
Jennie squeaked on the floor, scrambling to get away from Minhyeon until that very object was pointed at her, freezing the blonde as if it had controlled the young woman.
"Don't do anything stupid, Minhyeon." Her shellshock voice echoed in the tiled room.
"Oh, I would never be as absent-minded as you are, my young friend." The grin that curled on her lips was almost insane, but still remained griped with reality.
"Chu..." Jennie warily chanced a glance to her partner, eyes grasping desperately onto her soul.
Oh, God, please call Daejung. She pleaded silently, hoping that Jisoo was reading the terrified plea.
Jisoo immediately left the room, easing the worry rising in the blonde. She must have known. She had to have known. They had come up with a sort of code word for an emergency such as this if they had ever needed Daejung. But how silly would it be to say a random word in a life-threatening position? Of course, the other party would immediately know to call for help if something had gotten too intense.
Therefore, Jisoo had left to the other room to do just that (well, right outside the door where the blonde was still able to see her). Which had left Jennie with Minhyeon. Minhyeon who had a gun. And that gun was pointing at Jennie's face.
The blonde could see images of her life seem to flash before her eyes. It was strange, the feeling of it happening as she was so close to death. Her life could be gone at any moment and she had a lot to do with it. She was only eighteen and she still had a full life ahead of her. But that was looking grim with the way the crazed woman in front of her swung that gun around with every threatening word.
Jennie's heart pounded heavily in her chest. Her breath was running low. The perspiration on her forehead seemed to slide greedily down her face. This wasn't how she had imagined the end to be. Her girlfriend's psycho mother coming in to take her life because she was selfish and wanted her daughter all to herself. This was some fucked-up television shit happening. Since when did her boring, mundane life become so intense and interesting?
She would laugh right now if that piece of metal wasn't so close to her face.
"I have dreamed of doing this since the very first day that I had ever found out about you. But I knew that my daughter would hate me if anything had ever happened to you." Minhyeon hissed, pressing the front of the weapon to her forehead. "Now you wish you would have just left her when I suggested, don't you? You wouldn't be in this situation. You could be happy. Be with your little diseased flock of homosexual people instead of keeping my daughter on your hell-bound side."
"You're fucked up, you know that?" Jennie retorted. Why the hell did she do that? This woman had a gun. And the butt of that gun was used to smack her across the face with a painful crack.
"Shit." The blonde moaned, grabbing her jaw. It was a hell of a lot funnier when this happened on the TV.
"You could have had a... happy life, little girl. But you ruined it for yourself. You ruined it for Jisoo, as well. You ruined it for me." Minhyeon inspected the gun, making a click of disgust at something she had spotted on it. She shoved the object in Jennie's face to point out a small spot of blood that the blonde could barely make out through her blurry gaze. "See what you do, you insolent girl? You ruin everything good."
"You do that yourself. You didn't have to hit me with your toy." The blonde braved, dropping her crimson-covered hand into her lap. "Like you didn't have to do anything to Jisoo."
"Oh, but dear, you simply do not understand." The brunette spoke as if she were talking to a small child, each word enunciated. "But, that does not seem to matter any longer. With you out of the picture, I have nothing else to worry about. Isn't that right, my dear daughter?"
But when Minhyeon had looked back to hear a response from her daughter, she was met with silence and an empty room. "Jisoo?"
"What?" Jisoo entered the kitchen, looking satisfied with herself. "Are you done playing your games with Jennie? Are you going to release my girlfriend, now?"
"What makes you think that I would do something like that, now?" Minhyeon quirked a brow, arms crossing over her chest.
"I don't, mother. Honestly." Jisoo stepped towards her, eyes focused on the weapon that she had held. But that weapon had moved and pointed right at Jennie's face once again, freezing the brunette teacher in her spot. "Mother. Don't you dare."
"Oh, but why not?" Minhyeon quirked a brow, not relenting as she continued to watch her daughter's wary gaze. "With her gone, we could finally be together and I could find you a proper man."
"If you... if you... do that, I would sooner take a bullet in my brain before living under your control, Minhyeon." Jisoo stumbled over her words, tears gathering quickly in her eyes.
"Is... Is it really that bad, my love? You would rather be dead than have your own mother?" Minhyeon frowned at this, faltering her threatening arm for a moment as she contemplated her daughter's words.
"Yes! Why would I ever want to live with the abuse and the manipulation that you feed me?" Jisoo dared a few steps towards her mother, eyes falling to the blonde who remained on the floor with a bruised and bloodied face. Her heart fell at the sight, and in that moment, she was ready to pounce on her mother.
If not for the gun that was aimed steadily at Jennie once again. "Make one more step and I paint the kitchen with your dyke's brains."
"Mother-"
" Kim Minhyeon, drop the gun." A masculine voice demanded from the doorway.
Jennie couldn't have been any more relieved to hear her foster father's voice. She drew her attention away from Minhyeon to look to the saviour of the evening, who stood with his own gun steadied at the lawyer.
"I really wished I wasn't forced to do this." Minhyeon seemed to sigh as she cocked the gun in her hand.
A deafening ring sounded in the room as a gunshot fired.
Jisoo's heart seemed to collapse, her vision becoming dark as everything played in slow motion. Panicked eyes flew between the three in the room, two standing, the third still on the ground. Daejung stood, blanched, as he realized what the hell just happened. The gun in his hand clattered to the ground as he rushed forward towards the blonde still propped up against the counter.
The brunette's eyes wandered towards her mother who stood there with a devious smirk, the weapon in her hand falling to the ground as well.
"I certainly do hope that you enjoy your new life, my love. There is no going back."
Jisoo watched as the finality of the words left her mother's mouth before the woman dropped to her knees. A look so terrifying stuck in her eyes as if she were meeting the devil himself, etching horror on her features as she crumpled against the ground with labored breaths.
The brunette teacher's eyes welled with pain as she dove forward to join her mother on the floor, holding the woman in her arms and attempted to add pressure to the wound on her torso.
"Jisoo, darling." She stared up the woman who held her, frowning slightly at the way the tears seemed to slide easily down her cheeks. "Why do you cry for me?"
"Because you're my mother." Jisoo's voice cracked. It was true. Minhyeon was her mother.
The brunette had always imagined rejoicing in her mother's death. She had dreamed of it time and time again, jovial of each time that it had flittered through her mind. But the reality of it was quite gripping. She hadn't thought losing her mother would be this painful. Not when it was real.
Because when it was in her fantasy, her mother would always still be there. She would be there, living and breathing, smiling and laughing. Nice or not. She was still there.
But the reality was different now. She wasn't a fantasy. She wasn't dying for the tenth time in one day, no, not anymore. She was dying in real life, and it was terrifying.
Jisoo could literally see the life start to diminsh from her mother as the blood that once gave her life drained from her body and onto the kitchen floor. It smelled sickening, like metal and death. Her once lively body was growing colder and flush, devoid of the life it had.
She thought she would be glad to see the wicked woman leave this earth. Especially after what she had put Jennie through, but that hadn't mattered. This woman- the woman that she was seeing now- that woman was her mother. That woman was the one she saw every day when she was a young girl. A sweet, loving smile and soft, caring eyes.
It was something that she had missed dearly. This was the mother that had seemed to have disappeared so long ago. She had returned, broke through the evilness that had locked her away. Only in death was a person revealed.
"Oh, mother. Why did you do this to yourself?" Jisoo closed her eyes, holding the smaller brunette closer to her.
"Because I love you, Jisoo. Everything that I do... I do because I love you." Minhyeon breathed, the words seeming to strain the older woman. "I-I'm sorry that I was never the mother that you wanted me to be."
"Please... don't talk." The younger brunette sniffed, trying to preserve her mother's fading life. She might have been desperate to argue with her mother over the words that she had spoken, wanting all the answers to her questions. But she knew that would never happen. "You need your energy."
"No. I don't. I-I'm dying, Jisoo. And I would rather tell you... what I have on my... mind rather than... leave this world without confessing." Minhyeon tried to offer a smile to her daughter, though it was hard to keep on her face as she brought an unsteady hand to her face instead. "I have tried so hard to change you, Jisoo. And it was wrong of me. A-As your mother, I should have accepted who you were, but for some reason in my twisted mind, I thought you were sick.... A-And I was really the one who was sick.
"I tried to force something that you didn't want on you, my daughter, and I cannot express how apologetic I am... If I could go back, I would embrace you instead of throw you out. I would accept that you love this fine, young woman instead of... o-of trying to break you two apart. Sh-she really does make you happy, doesn't she?"
"As anyone could have, mama. I love her more than I could have ever fathomed. I wished you would have given her a chance... B-But why are you saying this now?" The brunette fretted, many more questions rising to the forefront of her mind. Was she actually telling the truth? Or was this just another bait piece to reel Jisoo in onto her good side before she passed on?
"I should have, my darling." Minhyeon frowned, her eyes batting slightly as she battled to stay conscious. "I can see it, you know?"
"What?" Jisoo panicked slightly, tapping her mother's cheek to keep her from slipping.
"I can see the way you look at her. That's something special." The lawyer reached up, hand shaking as she attempted to stroke her daughter's cheek. "I was jealous. I-I was jealous of you. I have always dreamed of a true, strong love like you have. I-I'm glad that you found it."
"Me too..." Jisoo smiled softly, gazing up to the blonde who watched the two with swollen, bloodshot eyes. Jennie returned the smile as she leaned heavily into her foster father.
"Ji-Jisoo, darling," the eldest brunette spoke from her spot, her voice becoming alarmingly weak. "In my purse is everything. The keys to my condo in New York City and to the corvette. A-and the other cars. I want you to have them."
"Mother..."
"You're the only one in my will, my love. It's all yours..." She smiled weakly, leaning up to kiss her daughter's cheek. "Just remember that I love you, and I always have."
"I love you, too, mama..." Jisoo squeaked softly, holding her mother a little tighter. But she was fading, her body becoming heavy as it lay in her daughter's arms. The brunette teacher frowned when her mother gave her one last smile, the sparkling light in her eyes seeming to fade out into a dark void.
And then she was still. The last breath escaped her as happy as it could have been. Jisoo's eyes widened as the reality sunk in further. Her mother was dead.
Dead.
"Mama?" Jisoo futilely tried to shake that woman awake, even though she knew that she was already gone. But she couldn't dare to believe this woman, who had both loved and tortured her was gone. Life without the worried thoughts of Minhyeon would seem almost strange. It was a hole in her life at this point.
What would she do?
"Jisoo, she's gone." Daejung kindly whispered, even though he knew that she knew it. But that hadn't stopped her from holding that damned woman closer to her, shedding tears that should have never been dealt.
"Chu..." Jennie attempted to move to comfort the older woman over her loss, but Daejung had held her back. She needed her time, he was suggesting, and the blonde knew that was right. Though that didn't sate the feeling to hold Jisoo tightly in her arms and kiss her until the pain went away.
Could the pain ever go away?
"You killed her! You killed my mother!" Jisoo didn't give a hesitant thought as she gently urged her mother from her lap and launched towards Daejung who had quickly dodged her attempted attack. "You murderer!"
"Jisoo!" Daejung picked himself up with his hands up in surrender. "Jisoo, calm down."
"Don't you tell me to calm down!" The brunette was furious as she screamed her pain at the main with wide eyes, the vein on her forehead a scary shade of popped out.
Jennie didn't know whether to stop her girlfriend from beating the shit out of her foster father or just stay out of it. She wouldn't do anything crazy, would she? Oh, god, she hoped not. Because there was a dead body on the floor in front of her with a rather large puddle of blood that was slowly moving towards her and she felt as if she couldn't move. She was in a state of shock as she watched Jisoo scream profanities at Daejung, most of them seeming to be in another language.
Spanish? Since when did Jisoo speak Spanish?
"Please, Jisoo." The sheriff's deep voice echoed as he allowed the former teacher to back him up against the far kitchen wall. "Don't do anything you might regret?"
"What the hell could I do?" Jisoo hissed with her hands balled up in fists as if she were ready to strike, but the expression on her face told otherwise. Aside from the extreme anger burning holes in her eyes, she had a deep sorrow welling on the surface. That hadn't stopped the beating of her fists striking weakly against his chest to vent whatever emotion she had built up.
"Jisoo, listen to me. I had no choice." Daejung seized the brunette's wrists, forcing her to cease her futile attempts. She struggled for but a moment before giving in, too exhausted to fight for her freedom.
"You didn't have to shoot her." Her voice had weakened slightly with the tears that built in her eyes, threatening to burst through the walls.
"Listen to me, Jisoo." He repeated. "If I didn't do that, it would be Jennie dead on that floor. Would you have rather had her be dead?"
Jisoo remained silent, blurry gaze on the ground while she battled her emotions to keep from crying. But it didn't happen as she thought of what he said, because it was true. If he hadn't shot her mother, Minhyeon would have killed Jennie. That sweet, blonde girl who sat helpless on the floor in a situation she should have never been in.
"Jisoo?"
"No!" She sobbed, her entire body shaking as it racked over her. If that were Jennie on the floor in the puddle of blood, cold and lifeless, she would have taken one of those guns and joined her young lover. In this life, anymore, Jennie's beautiful smile and warm, loving personality was all that she woke up for. Her life had become rather moot until that little blonde spiced up her life and if she were to lose her...
But she didn't have to think about that because Jennie was alive. She was breathing. She was still here.
That hadn't stopped the tears from coming. They were tears for her mother and the pain that she had enforced to her throughout her life, and they were tears of anger and all the bullshit that woman had put her through. The arms around her weren't familiar and felt far too odd, too strong and masculine. But she didn't reject them. They were something comforting. They kept her in place when all she wanted to do was run away.
"Jisoo... I know that you may never forgive me for this and I expect that...." Daejung began, a hand rubbing her back in soothing circles. "I-I didn't want to do this. I really didn't... I haven't..." He choked, and when he did, it hit Jisoo like a brick. He had taken someone's life, and it wasn't exactly intentionally. He was only trying to save his own daughter's life. Minhyeon was in the way. She was the risk. And now she was dead by his hand.
Daejung would have to live with the guilt of that for the rest of his life.
There was a third pair of arms that wrapped around the two of them, warm and familiar to Jisoo as she recognized it to be Jennie. The blonde still smelled of her sweet bath soap, yet contained the metallic scent of blood that had her stomach turning.
"I'm so sorry..." Jennie's words were strained. "It's all my fault, isn't it?"
"No. No..." Jisoo frowned at the blonde's words, her hoarse voice was a whisper. She reached up to gently stroke her partner's pale cheek after turning slightly away from Daejung, awkwardly since she was sandwiched between the two. "None of this is your fault, my love. If it's anyone's, it's mine. I should have never let her in my house."
But the blonde's eyes welled with fresh tears, her head shaking. "It's mine..."
"Jennie, honey, no it isn't." That was Daejung reassuring his daughter, a gentle hand sliding through her blonde locks. "None of this is anyone's fault. Everything happened through a fault in the system and didn't end out the way we expected."
"What system?" Jennie's brows narrowed, but Jisoo shook her head.
"There is no system. Minhyeon brought this upon herself." The brunette woman stepped away from the two and turned towards the deceased lawyer on the floor, cringing at the sight. Inhaling deeply, Jisoo made her way to her mother with a shaky breath. "We need to... to call someone. An ambulance. Please...."
"Uh, yes, of course. I was going to do that." Daejung nodded from his corner and pulled his phone out to do just that.
Jennie, on the other hand, stood next to him with her eyes on Jisoo and Minhyeon. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't bring herself to look away. She had seen some crazy shit in her day, but she'd have to say this was her first time seeing a dead body. Well, a real one, anyways.
It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before. Minhyeon looked exactly the same, save for the blood and being a bit paler than usual. Okay, she was a lot paler. Shuddering, the blonde quickly averted her gaze. It seemed surreal, but too real at the same time.
"Alright, an ambulance is on the way. I explained the situation somewhat. Since I'm the police, I'll be filling out a report on..." But he trailed off, realizing his words were just a futile filler.
"Can I be alone until they come, please?" Jisoo quietly asked, not lifting her head from the spot in which she remained. She was sitting on her legs, her mother on the floor in front of her, rearranged into a more peaceful position. The younger brunette was mostly covered in blood by now, though she didn't seem to mind. She looked completely numb.
"Will you be alright, Chu?" Jennie quietly asked once her foster father, pausing in the doorway.
Jisoo remained silence, leaving Jennie to take that as a part of the older woman's desire to be left alone. Out of respect, she turned to leave only to be stopped by the soft voice of her lover.
"I'm not alright currently, but I will be." When the blonde turned back around, she was met with the brunette's dull, brown eyes. "You know, Jennie?"
"Hm, yes?"
"I..." She trailed off, frowning slightly before merely shaking her head and dropping it back down. "Never mind."
"O-Oh, alright..." The blonde frowned herself, not pressing for an answer as she took a step back. "I'll leave you alone, okay?"
"Before you go, Jennie," Jisoo spoke up once again, pushing herself up from the floor. When the blonde turned around this time, she felt an uneasiness settle in the pit of her stomach. Dear God that was a lot of blood.
"Yes?"
"I... uh..." She slowly walked towards the blonde, eyes slightly to the ground. "I want to apologize that you had to witness all of this. Baby, I am so sorry that you had to... Th-that you-" But the words got lost when the tears choked them from her, freezing the older woman in her spot. She shook her head, face twisted in a pain that couldn't be patched.
"Jisoo..." Jennie frowned at the conflicted woman, rushing towards her to engulf the older woman in her arms. "It's okay..."
"You shouldn't have had to go through this... You never signed up for this bull-"
"Maybe not, but I got you, didn't I? It's worth it." Jennie reassured, squeezing the older woman tighter in her arms. Her body shuddered through the blonde's own. "And we'll survive through this. I'll be right here for you, and you here for me."
"Jennie..." The brunette inhaled, breath shaky as she lay her head against her lover's shoulder. "You're too sweet."
The blonde shrugged slightly, resting her chin atop the older woman's head. The two of them stand there, holding each other close as if they were the last two people on earth. What else was there to hold onto when everything else had fallen so long ago? Finding something sturdy in this lifetime was rather rare anymore, and when you came by it, you grasped the opportunity to cling onto it.
And so the blonde had, and greedily so. Jisoo was her sturdy rock on the unstable cliff. She was reliable. She would save her. Jennie hoped that she would be able to be the same for the brunette, because if not, what was she worth?
"Hey, the ambulance is here." Daejung interrupted the two of them, stopping in the doorway with a solemn expression.
"Thank you, Daejung." Jisoo lifted her gaze to the man in the doorway, giving him a slight nod before pulling away from Jennie. "Might you let them in, please?"
"Of course." He quickly nodded before heading back off once again, leaving the two alone.
"Jisoo?" Jennie paused before the brunette woman could head off, the reality of the situation still on the surface on her mind. It was there, but not really.
"Yes?" She tilted her head with a frown, or had that frown been there?
Jennie frowned herself, hesitant on her next words. "Do... Do you want to stay here for a while longer?"
"What do you mean?" Jisoo quirked a brow, moving towards the island. "Are you speaking of tonight, or?"
"Do you still want to go ahead and move to Boston tomorrow? After what happened tonight." She looked to her hands for a moment, the words awkwardly spilling from her mouth.
"Honestly, Jennie?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to get the hell out of here. I would leave tonight, but... I've got cleaning up to do." The brunette sighed softly, eyes faltering. "And... damned if I don't need a drink."
"Your special apple cider?" Jennie tilted her head, reaching out to gather up one of the older woman's hands. She nodded quietly in response, olive fingers lacing with the ivory ones.
"These next few days are going to be long." Jisoo finally responded, eyes on the paramedics as they rushed in to gather her mother up on the gurney.
Long, stressful, and painful days they would be.
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