Caged (Jimin BTS)

I = Idiot of a Brother

Warm.

Wisps of light, shining over my face from cracks between the faded violet curtains. And it felt warm.

My eyes squinted as I rolled over to one side. The quilt. The bed. The pillow. A cocoon of warmth which I never wanted to get out.

"Out." Ugh, dream crusher.

"Out with it! You got school today, stop being a fat grub."

"I am not-" I pushed the comforter away and glared at the insidious creature from my bed- a poster bed hung from the ceiling, one that I myself made to keep away from... him.

"Or... should I call Father?" He breathed in and opened his mouth to bellow downstairs when I kicked my comforter off my bed.

"I hate you, Namjoon." I spat, and my brother just laughed at my remark.

"That is a vexed word, dear sister." He added with a sing-song voice. "Don't say it in front of others~"

He waited as I climb down the ladder and we washed our face and brushed our teeth together. I then changed into my usual clothes: a cream-coloured shirt topped with blue wooly cardigan and ruffled long skirt.

"Good morning, Father." I said as I get down and started preparing the batter for pancakes. Father smiled at me before concentrating on his equipments, cleaning and sanitizing all of them. Scalpels, tweezers and vials of all size lined the table and he was cleaning every one of it. Although doctors are not exactly needed everyday in Omelas, he still does it on daily basis. Namjoon popped into the room and nodded at our father.

"Good morning, Namjoon, Naomi." Both of the only male in my family took their seats and we finished our breakfast in comfortable silence.

"Where are you off to, Father?" Namjoon eyed his doctoring bag. "Is there another person in peril this time?"

"Nothing that shall ate your concern, son." Father waved it away before standing. His bones creaked with age as he pick up his bag. "Just the ordinary check-up on some families."

"Have a nice day." He waved at us before stepping out of the door, and Namjoon jumped over the counter. He landed next to me, smiling his Cheshire cat smile.

"No." I cut him to it. "I have things to be settled after school. Satiating your hunger is not on my schedule." I am free all day, but who knows? Oh yeah, Namjoon don't.

"C'mon, Naomi. I haven't tasted your apricot pie in a while. Can't you just be nice to your brother once in your life?"

Namjoon is really a relentless brat. He kept twisting my sleeve and tugging at my hand to stay after school. Being just a couple years older than me makes it all more unbearable.

Everyone can choose their own way of living in Omelas. So Namjoon didn't go to school as he is already the smartest person in the town. Everyone had already see him as the town's best doctor in the century. And all he do is laze around the house all day!

"Naomiii~" He whined for I don't know how much time. I slammed my bag onto the counter and glared at him.

Instead of flinching, Namjoon squealed and tackled me to the floor with a hug. That glare was supposed to shut him up! My breath evaporated from me in a cough and he squeezed harder. "L-let go- Ack!"

"I'll let go. Only if you promised me you'll bake me my pie!" His tall built flattened me like a rug on the floor. My breath left me, little by little that it felt like an anvil is on my chest and someone is applying pressure to it by his feet. The tip of my fingers started to turn cold, my vision became disoriented...