Caged (Jimin BTS)

XXI = One Decision

It could've been my drowsy head showing me what's muddling my mind the most, or it's my charging energy unplugged before it hits 100%. But I hear the guys. They're shouting and calling for someone, something, I don't know.

But dang, it sounds so realistic. I really missed them.

"Naomi." Wait, Jimin never got my name right. It would always Nami or Nomi.

My fluttery eyelids snapped open and I whipped my head at Jimin, who was so close. Who was blinking at me with his slanted, beautiful eyes. Whom I was using as a makeshift bed.

If scrambling off someone's lap could be a sport, I'll grab gold every time.

"J-J-Jimin..." He blinked at me, looking confused. I sighed and gathered him into my arms, squeezing him tight. "Sorry, I overslept. Have you finished the s'mores?"

"People." Jimin mumbled into my hair. I pulled away and looked at him in the eye. "Come. People come. Nomi say wake Nomi up."

"Where?" My hands jammed the container into my black backpack as Jimin pulled the scarf and mittens off. I stop him and shook my head. "Keep it, they'll leave soon. Today's not in their schedule."

"We won't. Well, I won't." Someone said to my right, and I slammed a fist to his face, whipping him off his feet. The guy fell back and I spun him around, choking him in a headlock. He sputtered and coughed but I remained irrevocable.

Someone whistled in the dark. "That's worthy of a video."

"Naomi..." How can that sound like Yoongi? And the guy I'm currently choking vaguely look like Taehyung? And the person calling my name sounds like-

"It's me." That voice again. Somewhere in the dark, someone stepped closer to the cage and Taehyung-lookalike whimpered as I squeezed him harder. "H-Hyung, you might not wanna p-provoke her even more. She's..." He took a deep breath as I loosened my hold before coming back full force.

"She's serious." He whimpered.

"Naomi, it's us!" Another person, this time sounding like Jungkook, shook the sturdy bars. "You're not imagining things, we found this place. It's us!"

Jimin held my shoulder and I nuzzled his hand with my cheek. "Nami. Not bad guy. People." I glanced at him and saw Jimin smiling reassuringly at me. With that, I let the Taehyung-lookalike go but still keeping a defensive stance.

"You trusted that boy more than us?" Yoongi-soundalike exclaimed in disbelief. "From what I've seen, I'd trust a guerilla war leader rather than you." I shot back.

A flapping sound in the dark. Someone mutters, "She burns you good, hyung. Nice and crisp. Here, have a sip. That's it..." Jimin looked at me and smiled. "Not bad people."

"It's really us, Naomi." Finally, that voice stepped close enough for me to be able to see his face. This time, all sound melt away. I didn't even realise I was running towards the bars.

The next thing I knew, I was in my brother's embrace. "Oppa..."

"Yes, Naomi. It's me." Namjoon hugged me back with the same force a hydraulic uses to squash a diamond. "You're- I'm- We're- Gosh, sis..."

We still didn't let go of each other when Seokjin joined in the hug. One by one, they huddle around us. Yoongi joined only after Hoseok death-glared him and Jimin and Taehyung hugged each other inside the cage.

Namjoon released the hug and patted my shoulder. "I... There's just so much things I want to say..."

"How about I start first?" I slipped between the bars with ease and the guys gaped at me. Grinning at them, I turned towards Jimin and found him on the ground, curled into a ball.

Taehyung was on the ground beside him, also fast asleep. Both Hoseok and Yoongi whistled. "Voila."

"It seems like we've found the cure for Tae's insomnia. Not even our strongest sleeping pills can do that." Namjoon pointed at the two sleeping logs by my feet.

"Anyway," Jungkook interrupts, "what're we gonna do now? This can't be brought up to the top, you'll never know what they'll do."

The oldest in the group chuckled, but there was no humour in his voice. "Is that what you're thinking now? Haven't we seen enough?" His younger brother stirred along with the pink-haired boy on the floor.

"I think we all would agree that's the best decision. Well, for me," Yoongi leaned against the bars, crossing his arms, "I've been thinking 'bout that my whole life. Whatcha thinkin?"

The questioner looked around, finally digesting the hidden meaning in his brothers' words. "I..."

"Sounds fair enough." Namjoon nodded at each of his gang, before finally announcing the confirmed decision they all silently agreed on. "We're leaving with Jimin."

---

"Are you mad? That I kept it- Jimin, from you." I asked Namjoon after we parted ways from Jimin's cage. None of the boys could fit between the bars and they all grumbled about it all the way out of the sewers.

Instead of the lashing out I thought I deserved, Namjoon just ruffles my hair and secreted me a gentle smile. "I'm kinda a little irked 'bout it, but you hugged me back in that place. You know I can't be mad at you if you do that."

"Thanks, Oppa."

"Err, but don't call me 'oppa'. Name's fine, but please, no 'oppa'." He winced as an effect. "It gives me constipation."

"Eww! Dirty idiot!" We spent the journey back hitting each other's arms and laughing. Suddenly, my world brightened up a bit.

---

"This is why cats were my less favourite kind of a pet." He mumbled into the night air. "They're too... curious for their own good."

Striding towards his office desk, he picked up the receiver. A few nods, and a slight smirk taint his chapped lips. "Well done. Expect your payment in full tomorrow."

The man sank back into his chair as his eyes raved over the twinkling lights of Omelas. "Playtime's over now."

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"The end, is near." - Thanos.

Nah, just felt like quoting that BAMF daddy here. Watched Avengers Age of Ultron and got distracted. Soweee...