Caged (Jimin BTS)

X = Fluffy Pancakes

"Are you sure you okay?" Namjoon asks for... don't make me count he many times he asked me that question. I'll beat him to death with my pillow.

A sigh escaped my parched lips. "I'm talking to you right now, it means my windpipe are okay. I can blink and see you clearly, my eyeballs suffer no damage and my cornea is intact. My whole body feels stiff and aching, it means my nerve ends are still functioning. Do you need more information, doctor?"

Namjoon ignored my sarcasm and snuggled into my palm. "I'm just asking. Glad you're okay." He's being like this after he found me in the grassy plains between the town and our neighbourhood.

I woke up to the dirt being my sleeping ground and found out it's already morning. Getting up from the ground is a painful task, as I had cuts all over my body from I don't know where and how. Limping around the bizarre place, Namjoon and the others found me and brought me home. Namjoon tend to my injuries and kept me on his bed.

"Hey, girl. Guess who's here to be your eye candy?" Peeking from behind the door, Seokjin grinned at me and I smiled at him. His large shoulder gave him away even before he peeked inside, and that made me chuckle. It was cut short when pain flared up my chest.

"Laughing is still a big no-no for me." Namjoon settled me back in his bed and I sighed. "Hey, Seokjin."

"Sorry I made you laugh. Does it still hurt?" He caressed my hair and I hummed. "But thank you for trying anyway. Where's the others?"

"Tae and Hoseok is still at school,  but they promised to come over after it ends. And Yoongi," he rubbed the nape of his neck, shrugging, "got something to do at his workshop. He'll be here when he's free."

"Oh, okay." The fraying ends of Namjoon's quilt wrapped itself around my finger and Namjoon grasped my hand. "I'll be downstairs if you ever need anything, just call me out, 'kay?"

Giving him a smile, I nodded and Namjoon grasped my hand one more time before exiting the room. Seokjin quirked an eyebrow as he marched down the stairs.

"I'm exactly right next to your bed, and he tells you that..." Seokjin shook his head in disbelief.

"Namjoon is always the over protecting type of brother, but this time he's being extra." I tilted my head at him. "Something I should know about?"

Seokjin gave me a smile, I-know-about-it-but-I-can't-tell-you smile. I huffed, disarraying my bangs. He chuckled and ruffled my knotted hair, disheveling it more.

"I can make you some sweets, if you wanted. The bakery was closed today, but-"

"JIN-HYUNG! NAOMI IS NOT TO EAT SWEETS! HER BLOOD PRESSURE WILL SPIKE AND IT WILL BE A CATASTROPHE!" Namjoon bellowed from downstairs, making both of us jump. I grumbled and Jin chuckled.

"You heard the doctor. I'll bring you your gingerbread upstairs. At least that's edible for both of us." Jin excuse himself before trudging down. Okay, alone time, detective time.

But what's there to detective about? I cannot remember anything from last night. Namjoon sobbing into my hair like he did when Mother died, the others trying to grab any piece of me so they can make sure that I'm not some apparition that can disappear right in front of their eyes.

Tufts of pink hair... I sat up straighter on the bed. Why do I kept having recurring thoughts about it? No one that I knew have pink hair.

A knock sounded on the door. "Can I come in?"

Tae? "Sure, come in." The door swivelled aside and a figure stepped inside. Who is not Kim Taehyung.

"Jungkook?" He closed the door and I sat up, groaning on the bed. "Your name is the last on the list I would think of people visiting me. No offense."

"None taken. I brought you this." The cardboard takeover changed hands, and Jungkook scratched his hair. "I didn't know what you would prefer, but I think-"

A motorbike rumbled, and both of us jumped. I looked around and frowned. "Must have been Yoongi. A minute please..." Clearing my throat, I took a deep breath.

"NAMJOON! IS IT YOONGI JUST NOW?" Jungkook shrunk like a kelp being left in the sun. No response for a few moments, when...

"NO! YOONGI IS COMING OVER WITH J-HOPE AND V! WHY?"

A frown creased my brows. "THEN WHO- Oumph!" Two large hands clamped over my mouth, and I quirked an eyebrow at the flushed Jungkook.

"Aae uu hanhee? (Are you hungry?)" I mumbled under his hands and his face turned from red to white like chameleon's skin. He jerked away like I had bit him after trading my teeth with razors.

"I'm sorry!" He bowed. I held his shoulder and Jungkook looked at me.

"Jungkook, are you hungry?"

He looked at me blankly, snapped, and shook his head with vigor. I gripped his shoulder until the boy winced.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. There's no telling twice with this boy. Glaring daggers at Jungkook so he won't try anything funny, I opened the cardboard and the scent of cinnamon and melted sugar wafted into our noses. The rumble of motorbike started again, and this time I managed to pinpoint its location.

It came from Jeon Jungkook's stomach.

His blush made him look like the McQueen car in the movie Cars and I bit my lips from laughing. "I can feed you, you know. It might be a visiting gift from you to me, and since it's mine I can give it to you if you wanted."

"But-" His rants ended early when I stuffed his face with half of the pancake I took out from the box. "Eat, no questions asked. Are we clear?"

Jungkook mumbled a yes, the pancake still sticking out of his mouth. The genuine copy of a bunny. I swallowed my mouthful and held out another one for him.

This time, Jungkook took the fluffy pancake.

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Yow, yow, your author here! I wanted to rant like a lil female dog but it's late and I need to accompany my sister jogging tomorrow.

BTS made a comeback. In Japan. So the album is in Japanese.

Thank you BigHit for making us crazy. Send my regards to your artists and staff and all the people that contributed in making ARMYs crazy.

Just felt like posting two chapters today. Just for celebrating the comeback, it got nothing else special in it. Happy reading, guys!

P/S: It's entering 1am here...

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