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ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ
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ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ
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"There once was a Jester, by the name of 'Jeon Jungkook...'"
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In a land, far, far away, there lived a king who was terribly ill. One night, a prophet traced the stars with his palm and foretold a grave future.
The prophet kneeled before his sovereign, 'Mine king, thy end is nigh¹. It would only be a few moments before thy eternal wink².'
The prophet's eyes glimmered an unspoken sorrow, 'I'm sure king knoweth what this means.'
His royal majesty nodded.
The prophet continued, 'He is a sore one. But he wilt forsooth³ doth the job well.'
The king gave another feeble nod and raised his pointer finger, "Bringeth in Jeon Jungkook, the Jester..."
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A figure illuminated in shadows, donning a red and black fool's motley, with bells so silver, they were black, stood from a tree. The figure smiled, for a fool can always hear their name in the winds, and he just felt a strong gust. With deft precision, the Jester carefully lept from branch to branch, hanging onto skinny, ebony boughs that couldn't even house a raven without collapsing.
Finally, when his foot touched dark soil, did he start sprinting with reckless abandon. He trampled violets, kicked up dust, and occasionally knocked over pots. He moved silently, rashly, as mysterious and unapologetic as the night itself.
The world was too slow for him.
Upon reaching the castle where his monarch reigned, a pair of guards stood ready.
'Name and reason for entering, please.'
'The name's Jeon Jungkook. And I'm here for what you people call 'The King.'
They begrudgingly let the young man pass.
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Jungkook sauntered into the throne room where his ruler laid.
'Fool...come hither.'
The Jester did not yield and instead sneered, 'Being deathly ill and bedridden, yet still ordering me around, eh, mon roi⁴?'
A guard on stand-by moved to strike but was silenced by the king.
'Fool, I would waste breath explaining what thee needeth to doth,' his dry lips paused, 'if you already had not known what it is that I want.'
Jeon Jungkook's smile grew maniac, 'Why, your majesty, I haven't the foggiest idea!'
'Why you,' he coughed, once, then twice, blood trickling, staining his lips red, 'hah. I did knoweth thee would be like this. Thou art the only one heartless enough. Which maketh thee a perfect candidate. One bitter cold, and unforgiving enough to resort to slaughter if 't be truly necessary.'
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