Caged (Jimin BTS)

XVII = Let Me Know

"It matches." Namjoon leaned against his chair and exhaled loudly. Yoongi frowned at him from behind the counter with crossed arms. He's always growing at people, it's not something uncommon.

"Do you mean to say that..." Seokjin gulped before continuing his words. "N-Naomi found her cardigan back? The one she lost fourteen years ago?"

"I don't want to believe in any of this bullshit," Yoongi muttered but his eyes remained hard, "but this is Naomi we're talking about. She never do bullshit. But how in the hell can her cardigan and the colour in the picture matches?"

Being an expert in the technical department, Yoongi easily siphoned the deleted picture from V's camera storage and compared it with Naomi's cardigan. Namjoon's last brain cell has gone bonkers when he saw the colour of the cardigan and the patch of blue in the picture matches.

"Oppa?" He almost rocketed off his kitchen stool when Naomi's sleepy mumble echoed in the grave silent kitchen. Seokjin and Yoongi whipped their heads at the drowsy girl.
"What are you doing here? It's late, you should be in bed." Namjoon held onto her arms to steer her into her room, but Naomi gently pulls her hand away. He could hear Seokjin gasping in the background.

Namjoon's heart felt like it has burst into two.

"I... want to have some milk before bed." She took her glass of milk before getting up to her room. Namjoon staggers back before Seokjin held his shoulder softly. "Joonie... What happened to Naomi?"

"She's acting bullshit. That is not Naomi." The older brother didn't say anything at Yoongi's crude remarks. The gears in his head were whirring so loud he couldn't process anything from outside.

"Jimin..." He softly mumble. Then he turned to face the two guests in his kitchen. "I might skip our meet-up for a few days. Can you guys move on without me for a while?"

"Sure." Yoongi nodded and Seokjin patted the boy's arm. After they went back home, Namjoon went up to Naomi's room. He softly knocked on her door before turning the doorknob open. "Naomi? Can I come in?"

The lights were off in the room so Namjoon presumed that his sister were asleep. He turned on his heel to exit the room when he got a nagging feeling in his chest, telling him to stay.

Why would he? Naomi wouldn't want to talk to him anyway, but Namjoon still sat at the edge of his sister's bed. He glanced at the big mound under her sky blue comforter when he frowned. Namjoon patted her shoulder...

To find himself patting rows of haphazardly stacked pillows. No sign of his sister anywhere. No Naomi in her room.

Namjoon had learnt to control himself whenever he found out Naomi had gone missing. He calmed himself down -painstakingly- and reasoned with logic. Naomi exiting the house without anyone noticing, so she must have jumped from her window down to the ground.

It gave Namjoon vertigo, but he still peeked from her window at the ground below. Sure enough, two set of freshly made footprints. And... is that a coil of rope next to the window? Whatever his sister is hiding, it, must have been big enough to make her practice her parkour skills. Naomi is never a big fan of extreme sports.

She's hiding something, all right. And that shit's big, all right.

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I closed my locker door to be face in face with the school's top three hottie. The breath left my lungs when Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok appeared in front of my eyes.

"Good Lord- What are you guys doing?" I gently massaged my chest as I made my way to my next class. The two of them tailed after me, the odd one being Hoseok who slipped a "Damn!" before running to the other side of the hallway. He's in a different class than the rest of us.