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pinkposies · 2 years

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Havoc 12

Mariposa just wanted to sit next to Rebekah and blend in. In exchange, she received a book she would never choose to read on her own. It was most likely as old as Rebekah. Or even younger.

"I guess hoping for Huckleberry Finn was a bit much." She muttered as she took a seat next to Rebekah.

Rebekah let out a short, bell-like chuckle. Nonetheless, it drew a few surprised looks from the other students who arrived a little early for class. "Do you like Mark Twain?"

"Yes, I do."

"You act as if you're surprised." Rebekah gave her a teasing smirk that was distracting Mariposa from her thoughts. "What do you read for fun, since you say you do it?"

"I jump around a little. I read some fantasy, some nonfiction, and now and then I'll pick up a book by a comedian." Mariposa replied vaguely, hoping to avoid a discussion about her reading habits.

"Are there no romances?" As she smiled, Rebekah's eyes seemed to sparkle.

"No way, stupid women tripping over themselves to get a man who doesn't respect them. Isn't my cup of tea." Rebekah tilted her head to the side to study Mariposa as she shook her head. Mariposa blushed and returned her attention to the blurb on the back of the novel she had just been given. There was no way Mariposa was going to admit that she also occasionally read internet porn, she hunted for good stories, but they were porn.

Fortunately, the class was about to begin, which put an end to any further discussion on the subject. Mariposa spent the class period trying to speed read the damn thing so she could catch up while the class discussed the novel in front of her.

Mariposa was packing her binder and new book into her backpack after class when she felt something cool and soft wrap around her neck.

She turned to see Rebekah staring at her neck, which could be dangerous, but Rebekah was tying on the trendy scarf she'd been wearing herself.

"You're outfit needed a little something." Rebekah smiled up at her once it was on, and she'd adjusted it. "You can borrow that for the day."

"It looks okay?" She asked doubtfully.

"It helps, but you need to work on your wardrobe." Rebekah shook her head.

"It's on my to-do list, but that list is kind of huge right now," Mariposa admitted and then her eyes widened when the vampire seemed to start to glow from the inside with energy as she started to smile widely.

"I could take you shopping." Rebekah's words were almost easy to predict.

Mariposa sighed. "I don't know if you'd like shopping with me. I heard you're well," Mariposa grimaced. "I am a bargain hunter. I'll spend three hours and come out of the mall with two shirts. No one likes shopping with me."

Mariposa used one arm to sling her backpack over one shoulder, but Rebekah quickly leaned in to take her unoccupied arm.

"If you need money, I could help you out," Rebekah spoke as they started for the doors.

"It isn't that," Mariposa spoke quickly. "I have a thing about wasting money, it bothers me."

"Let's try shopping together," Rebekah spoke just a little more calmly, and she moved to walk backward in front of Mariposa. "Out of my family, I'm your best bet for a shopping partner."

"I hear you throw money around like it means nothing. I might develop an ulcer if I see you do that."

"We'll see. You and I are shopping this week." Rebekah told her.

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Mariposa sits at the lunch table waiting for Bonnie to return with their trays. They come back with sandwiches and two juice boxes.

"I appreciate it." She said before Bonnie left to use the bathroom.

"So Mariposa, what's up with the Mikaelson's and you?" Caroline asked.

"Nothing much." She responded calmly, a slight smile playing on her lips despite her nervousness.

"We saw you talking it up with Rebekah and Kol chasing after you." Elena said, scoffing and rolling her eyes matter-of-factly, "And not to mention the ball."

"It's just a friendly exchange."

"There must be something else going on. Just tell us." Caroline demanded.

"We just made a deal." She looked up from her tray.

"Do you mind telling us what?" Elena asked, her eyes locked on hers.

"Just an exchange. I did something for them and they agreed to leave you guys along, as long as you leave them alone." She smiled to the best of her abilities, spying Bonnie from behind Caroline.

"So how's the lunch," Bonnie cleared her throat as if sensing Mariposa's discomfort.

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Mariposa sits in her last class which is English, seated in between the blond and dark-haired Mikaelson. She lightly clicks her nails against the wooden desk.

When she felt severe pain in the back of her head. As she tried to fight back, the witch strained not to scream as the same anguish quadrupled, if not treble. Someone seemed to be trying to get inside her head.

Mariposa screamed at the top of her lungs, holding her head in her hands, seeking to get some relief from the anguish. Mariposa lost control of her body and hurled some of her pencils across the tabletop, she hurries out of the classroom.

She threw herself into a stall with a huge crash, falling against the toilet and slamming the door shut in front of her with her black shoe-covered foot, groaning and snarling.

"Are you all right?" As she recognized its delicate sway, a pleasant voice bounced off the walls, drowning out the ache inside her skull.

"Just fine. How are you?"

"...I'm fine, are you sure you're alright?"

Mariposa tries to speak but she feels something traveling up her throat. She turns her body to face the toilet, to vomit.

"Mariposa! Let me in please, you sound hurt," Caroline said, her voice rising in pitch. Outside the stall, she exchanged glances with Rebekah, who appeared to be concerned about the unusual witch who had closed herself inside.

"Just leave!" Mariposa snarled out, she looked down seeing it was blood, not her lunch she threw up.

"Look, I'm going to kick the door down if you don't open it." Rebekah's voice entered the fray, a touch of a British accent bordering a golden-toned voice that was gruff and gentle and magnificent, calming, thick and sweet like honey.

Standing with a trembling breath, I opened the door and looked down at Rebekah's frightened face and Caroline's wide-eyed face.

"Oh my god."

"Are you all right?" Caroline's anxious voice questioned.

"Don't even think about saying yes." Rebekah snarled, pushing her backward till the witch was leaning against the sink, "You can't go on like this. Return home, Mariposa."

"I'm too dizzy to drive," Mariposa says through gasps.

Rebekah sighs at the witch, "Fine I'll take you home."

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Sutures - Chapter 12: Cardioplegia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of family member death, medical procedures, ANGST, hospitalization, references to memory loss

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Note: Before y’all demand my head on a stick for this ending, please note that there is an epilogue and bonus part still to come.

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"Min Yoongi? Jang Sumi?" the doctor asked, carrying a clipboard in his hand. "So, I hear you have some concerns you need to discuss with me?"

You recognized the doctor from when you'd ended up in the hospital after the night you met Yoongi. He seemed to be the only soulmate bonding specialist in the whole city and your stomach turned. You wanted your needles.

"Yes," Yoongi said. "You see, an urgent family matter has come up for Sumi and she has to fly to the US as soon as possible." The doctor nodded. "The issue is that due to my schedule, I can't go with her. I know you said there were exemptions for work, do you think this would cover that?"

"It's hard to know," the doctor said. "It's possible you would have no problems as the conflict involves your work. But, for Sumi, there's nothing obligating her beyond the love for her family. I fear it would be risky. We wouldn't know until Sumi is on the plane and if you both have a reaction, it's likely Sumi wouldn't be able to get to a hospital in time."

"Then, no," Yoongi said. "What are the other options?"

"Wait," you said, touching Yoongi's bicep lightly. "What are the chances I have a reaction on the plane?"

"I'd say a 70% chance you react, 30% you don't. If it'd been over a year since you'd met, it would probably be 50/50. As the years go by, reactions become less likely. At least in the limited experience and research, we have from soulmate couples. Every couple is different."

"I'm willing to take the chance. Maybe we could hire a doctor to fly with me--"

Yoongi's hand shot to grip your thigh cutting off your words as your jeans rubbed against your skin where his fingertips touched. Even with the fabric between his skin and yours, it still felt like sitting too close to a fire. The sparks flying just over your head.

The doctor arched his eyebrow. "There aren't a ton of options. We are researching drugs right now to help curb reactions in situations like this, but since the reactions are individualized in some ways, it makes it hard to develop one drug that will work for all."

"I can come with you," Yoongi said, "It's the only option." You saw in the way his lips were in a slight frown that his thoughts were racing. His voice quieted. "And you'll need me."

"Yoongi, I-I don't know how long I'm going stay. You can't stay forever and I might."

Yoongi's eyebrows rose as his lips fell into a frown. "You want to stay?"

You felt the atmosphere lose color. The vibrant scene slowly turning black and white. Yoongi's hand still rested on your leg like it belonged there.

"I could teach Korean. Do translation work. I don't know. But, I miss my family and knowing things can happen so quickly and I could lose them, I just..." Unlike all the other times, there were no tears. You couldn't cry over this. You wanted to cry, grab the closest objects and fling them at the wall until they dented it, or at least chipped the paint. You wanted to grab Yoongi and kiss him, tear off his shirt, pull on his hair. But you couldn't. The only thing you could do was sit and listen to the doctor say you had to choose.

"Can we talk about this privately?"

"Before you make any decisions," the doctor said. "I should inform you that we have been working on an experimental cure. We haven't tested it on any human subjects yet, but we could use you if you consent. We can't guarantee it will work, but if it does, it would solve your problems. We don't know what side effects would be, but we would keep you for 24 hours for monitoring."

"Is it safe?"

"We believe it is. We've done animal trials and while they don't have soulmate connections like you do, they have not shown any side effects that we're concerned about." The doctor stood up to leave. "I'll give you some time. I know this isn't an easy decision, so take your time."

Once the door closed, you and Yoongi turned towards each other, your knees knocking together. His hands found yours, but you felt his gaze on your face which was angled downward, your eyes focusing on the way his thumb moved slowly over your knuckles.

"Yoongi, I don't know what to do. I need to see my grandma. I wish this wasn't so complicated and I'm scared cause what if the cure doesn't work or it gives us weird side effects. I mean, technically we could die. Yoongi, what do I do? I'm gonna lose my grandma. I-I don't want to lose you too."

"Hey, hey," he said, letting go of your heads and pulling you into his chest. You heard his heart beating against your ear and how his fingers shook slightly as he ran them over your hair. "It's going to be okay. Let's just think about this."

He was silent for a few moments. You didn't even hear the doctors and nurses rushing past the room or the beat of your hearts.

"We were working to sever this anyway. We won't lose each other. I'll still be here for you. You can still call or visit. I'm just concerned if something bad happens with the cure. Are you willing to risk everything for your grandmother?"

"Yes, of course."

“Then, we'll try it. I want you to be happy, Sumi. I want you to be able to see your grandmother, okay?"

You nodded. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"If it's what you want, then I'm sure."

"Yoongi, I'm sorry. I know you--"

"Shh," he said, smoothing down your hair and bunching it up and curling it around his fingers. "Let's just enjoy this last moment, yeah?"

You burrowed into Yoongi's chest. You would truly miss his warmth, the way his heart beat in time with yours, how he noticed when you were anxious, and handed you your needles. You weren't sure someone like him would ever walk into your life again. And here you were, allowing him to walk out.

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"Thanks for coming," the doctor said, nodding towards Namjoon and Eunji who stood off to the side, sharing furrowed brows and concerned glances between you and Yoongi. "Since we don't exactly know what state they'll be in after this we want to make sure they have someone to look after them after."

While the doctor continued explaining worrisome symptoms and aftercare protocol, Yoongi turned towards you and grabbed your hand, slipping a folded piece of paper into it. You flashed him an odd look before pulling your hand away and unfolding the paper, finding a plane ticket to Los Angeles.

"I've made the arrangements. If you miss that flight, I'll get you on the next."

"Yoongi, you didn't--"

"Yeah, I did. Now, you don't have to worry, okay?

The doctor finished talking to Namjoon and Eunji and turned towards you. "Are you ready? We need to induce a reaction for this to work, so I've made arrangements for one of you to receive the treatment at another hospital nearby. Which one--"

"I'll go." Yoongi got off the bed and met your eyes. You'd already said goodbye, but it didn't feel like enough. There was a chance one or both of you could die. That it wouldn't work at all. There was an even greater chance that it would work and all the things you felt for the man in front of you would dissipate like fog in the afternoon.

You'd miss the way you longed to run your hands through his hair. How your stomach flipped when he smiled at you or the way you felt his touch linger long after he pulled away. The way he could calm you with just a look or how he allowed you to fiddle with his fingers when you didn't have your needles.

"Bye, Sumi. Call me whenever you need to, okay?"

You nodded and clasped your hands together tightly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to your forehead and left the room before he could look back.

Namjoon met your eyes and offered a sad smile. "Take care, Sumi."

"You too, Namjoon."

Namjoon followed after Yoongi and it was just you, Eunji, and the doctor. "Once her symptoms begin, we'll administer the cure. We'll then just monitor her for any reaction and go from there."

Ten minutes later, it started. You felt the tightness in your chest, sweat pricking at your hairline, and your legs were restless, wanting to move wherever Yoongi was.

"Eunji, hold her hands, help keep her still."

Eunji was hesitant, but she walked over and held your arms flat against the bed. "It's gonna be okay, Sumi. Just breathe, okay? Just keep breathing."

You flinched as you felt the needle in your arm and fluid spilling into your bloodstream. It was hot--not hot enough to burn--but almost. Your heart slowed, but your breathing didn't catch up.

"Sumi, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" the doctor asked. You could vaguely make out the two figures hovering over you. Your vision went black around the edges and your legs went numb. You felt yourself falling and the two figures became smaller and smaller.

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You woke up. White sheets surrounded you and the room was dark except for the light peeking in from the hallway outside. You heard Eunji in the hallway. It sounded like she was talking on the phone as you didn't hear another voice.

"What do you mean, Namjoon?" Her voice sounded distressed. Worried.

You glanced down at the IV in your arm. Your head hurt and you couldn't remember why you were here or how you got there. How long had you been here?

"He-he's okay, though? I mean, other than--"

Eunji's voice was now hushed. You strained to hear, but the machines connected to you began to beep. Eunji rushed back into the room, flipping on the light.

"Sumi!" Before you could blink she had her head pressed to your chest and was hugging you the best she could without disturbing all the needles and cords attached to your body. "When you passed out I thought you were going to die and I didn't know what was going to do without my best friend."

"Eunji--what--what happened? Who's Namjoon?"

Eunji's face fell. "Oh, uh, that's not important. Let me get the doctor."

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The doctor examined you. His eyes caught yours, a sad look crossing over them momentarily before he pulled away.

“You seem perfectly healthy," he said. "I'm going to discharge you, but if you start having odd symptoms of any kind get to an emergency room. Okay?"

You nodded, not fully understanding. "Wait, how long has it been? How long have I been here?"

"It's only been a few hours, why?"

"My grandma," you said. "I need to get to the airport and get a ticket and--"

Eunji reached into her purse and pulled out a slip of paper. "You have a ticket. The flight's in a few hours. If you hurry you can make it. I'll send your stuff along later."

"You didn't buy this, did you?"

"No, Yoo--you really don't remember?"

"Eunji, what aren't you telling me?"

Your friend glanced over at the doctor who mouthed something you couldn't make out.

"It's not important right now," Eunji said. "Come on, you need to get to the airport if you want to get to the airport on time."

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"I'll miss you," you said, pulling Eunji in for a hug. "I'll call you when I can."

"Take it easy, okay? You just got out of the hospital."

"I still don't remember what happened, Eunji. Why can't just tell me? Was it an accident? I must've hit my head."

"The doctor thinks it'd be too stressful on you right now. Maybe I'll tell you someday, okay? Just go be with your grandma."

You nodded, even though you overflowed with questions, something made you feel at peace as you stepped onto the plane and into your window seat. Normally, this is when you'd begin feeling sick. You settled into your seat and pulled your flannel closer around you. You didn't remember owning a flannel with the sleeves cut off. It must be one of Minki's old ones that you'd stolen, but for some reason, it kept you calm as the plane rocketed off the runway and into the air.

THE END

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