Bittersweet

17: The Jester's story

Kiera woke up in a hospital bed. Who's surprised? No one. Namjoon rushed to her when he saw her beautiful eyes, fluttering due to the sudden exposure to light,
"I'm glad you woke up!"
"Well, that makes the two of us. Seriously that dollface can be a bitch! Who am I kidding? She is a bitch!"
Kiera said as she ruffled her own hair. Jin placed his hands on his hips,
"Language!"
"English!"
Kiera screamed back at Jin, making Namjoon scoff,
"You speak like Jungkook AND Taehyung."
Kiera looked at them with an unbothered gaze,
"You know there's an old saying that when in love, you morph into them?"
And it was silence. Awkward prickly silence. Namjoon and Jin were just a bit weirded by the fact that she loves a good boy and a bad boy. Like two polar opposites. Jungkook was a criminal. Taehyung is an officer.
Kiera tried to get up, but it stung. She chuckled,
"You didn't dress my wounds yet. Did you?"
"No... Oh my God! I'm so sorry Kiera! I should have done it earlier but you were unconscious..."
Namjoon got pretty flustered and his nervous hands tried to grab the antiseptics. But they slipped out of his clumsy hands. Kiera chuckled, before throwing her shirt on Namjoon,
"Yeah I'm ready."
Namjoon looked away. His cheeks dark red. Kiera's body was like a piece of art. But Namjoon was just too flustered to see the Queen, ONLY in pants and a bra. Kiera just laughed it off,
"You are a doctor for God sake! Come on! It's your duty!"
"What about Taehyung?"
"You think I care? You think I would be a boy's puppet! Never in a thousand years. No matter how much he loves me. How much of an obsession he is."
"We could've just called a female..."
"Just do it Namjoon!"

The cotton soaked with the cool, green liquid. The room which already reaked of nose stinging smells now had one more in it. Namjoon slowly picked the soft cotton with a shiny silver tweezer. The cold substance pressed on Kiera's honey skin. She felt a shiver doen her spine as a cold sensation took over her wounds.

"Yeah... It's done. Now wear your clothes okay?"
She slipped in the shirt. Hands first, then head. She then flopped on the bed,
"Aish‌! Didn't you like my body?"
Namjoon sweetly smiled at her, like a gentleman would,
"I did. But you belong with someone else. And you are just a good friend to me, trouble. He would admire every bit of you."
"Every bit?"
"Yeah. Those eyes, that smile, this madness of yours. The ink..."
"Glad you brought up what I wanted to hear. You saw the tattoos. Tell me, did you get the meanings?"
"Your tattoos. You tell me the meanings."
Namjoon rested his face on his long palms. His gaze stuck with Kiera's. Kiera's lips curved slightly,
"Gladly. See this tattoo here? It's an Ace of Spades. But if you look closely enough. You can see an inverted heart on the Spade. That's my love for Ace. Inverted heart. Inverted Love. And as we know, it's the strongest of the pack."
This Tattoo was on her ribs. She then again shifted her body and pointed
"Now this one here is a crown. A Queen's crown. But notice how the crown is just the word Queen written like a crown with diamonds on top? This means King D. Oppa and Diamond Unnie."
She then showed her collarbone,
"Saranghae. You can guess right? Jungkook kissed here and said Saranghae."
Then her wrist,
"17.10.1999. My birth date. I was oblivious about it for so long. Can't risk forgetting about it again."
She then showed her waist,
"See a Jester? With Clubs beside it? They signify my Joker Unnie and Jack of Clubs Oppa. And one the back. Here..."
She paused as she showed Namjoon the tattoo,
"Says 'PLAYERZ' This are my tattoos. Honestly I love them."
"But none of them is about you Kiera."
"Thought you had brains. Ace's one has an inverted heart and I'm the Queen of Hearts. The crown was just the word 'QUEEN' carefully written. Saranghae is a feeling. The birthday is mine. And Joker Unnie's one has only one heart. See."
"Joker. J. Right?"
"Right as heck."
"She didn't get a backstory?"
Kiera chuckled and tidied her appearance. Namjoon thought she wasn't going to narrate, but she proved him wrong,
"Once upon a time in an island far away, lived a group of Jesters. Their job was to make people laugh. And the brightest of the group was a child. She had a small face and doll like eyes. She was brilliant. She was the best entertainer. Dance, sing, anything! But the man who adored her most, her father, left her for heaven. She was heartbroken. And one night someone robbed the group off of their princess. She was taken away, to a whole new world. A dark one. A dungeon. But to her bitterest dismay, she wasn't alone. There were 11 children, just like her. She found a space of her own again even in the most devasting conditions. She found some companions. She shared skills. But that enchantress was just planting dominoes and one day she just decided to knock those dominoes over. She took away 6 of her friends and bam! Told the rest to fight for their way. She took shelter in the older members, but it soon became clear to her that she was just burdening them. From that day she started fighting death and telling the devil that today wasn't the day she would die. And then one fine night they stabbed the enchantress and took out her heart. That day onwards they started living as if it's their last."
Namjoon slowly clapped. So did Taehyung. Kiera didn't notice that she was way too emerged in the story telling process. As soon as she saw him she rubbed the tears and jumped on him and he, as a reflex, lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She pecked his lips,
"Heyya Hot Stuff!"
"You need to be careful Doll. People here don't like you."
"Do you like me?"
"More than like."
"Then fuck them! If only I ever get free, I'd just blow their brains off with a motherfucking bazooka!"
Taehyung chuckled,
"That's like the Doll I know. The storyteller."
Taehyung then whispered in his ears,
"You were strong. Stronger than we could imagine."