Taming The King | jjk

Chapter 1

01
Medicines
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Bae Minjie:

I'm Bae Minjie and I pretty much live my whole life with caution and some unuseful medicines. Since I was born, I am diagnose with Human Immunodeficiency Virus or known as HIV. It attacks our cells in the immune system which is our body's natural defense against illness.

There are three stages in HIV. The first stage is Acute HIV which only occur days to weeks after contracting HIV. Next is the Chronic HIV. That stage is where I belong. It is known as the asymptomatic stage and it last for several years. Lastly, if your CD4 cells drop below 200, you are at the last stage which is called AIDS or known as Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome.

This happens to me because of my dad not telling my mom. My mother despised dad and I so they got divorced while I was send to an orphanage. Well, that's what adults told me but I never let that get into me since I have no memories with it.

When people meet sick individuals, they usually say "I'm so sorry" over and over again. But whenever they knew it is HIV or AIDS, they either say "whore" and things that are related to that word or "I'm so sorry" again and it did change me a little.

I got depressed for the people who kept telling me I am a whore, slut, dirty and so on and so fourth because they thought I have sex with another person that caused me to harm myself but that was 3 years ago. I also learned that when I bleed, I shouldn't let other kids or adults get closer to me or else they will have a chance to get HIV too. Anyway, I don't really like talking about my illness but I am very thankful with my nanny who always took care of me here in the orphanage.

"Minjie, can you please clean your room and put those Jungkook posters in place? I don't like them hanging in your wall especially there are lots of pictures of him." Marilyn, my nanny, sighs in frustration when she sees my newly-hang-up-poster.

That's right, I am a fan of Jeon Jungkook. Don't get me wrong but I'm not after his looks but I am after his music and his talent. He is the reason why I stop being depressed. His music and voice did save me from hell.

"Nanny, I am trying to but these days, they won't fit in the wall." I let out a sigh while looking at my wall who is now full with his face and some pictures of his albums, music sheets and lyrics that I got in online. Before my nanny could reply, we heard the door being closed softly.

"That's your personal nurse alright." Marilyn smiles at me and I did too. I look at my watch and sigh. My nurse never came here being late and I kind of wanted her to be late because people are boring when they are on time.

Once we hear the knock from Emily, my nurse, my nanny open the door for her as she exited from the room with a welcoming smile to Emily as usual.

"Have you take your medicines regularly?" Emily asks a question which is always being repeated everytime she comes here. She regularly came here for my check ups to test if the drugs known as antiretroviral medications are working in me.

"Yup." I simply said which is a big lie since I never really take my treatments seriously especially knowing that there is no cure and this is just for me to prolong my life. So, I only drank them once or twice a week instead of everyday. So obviously, I'm gonna die soon.

"You're lying." She shakes her head  in disappointment. I raise my eyebrow in amusement when she caught me lying.

"Amazing, how did you know? Did you just read my mind?" My eyes sparkle from excitement but knowing how boring she is, she get some papers through her bag and give it to me.