Caged (Jimin BTS)

XXIX = Four Eyes

Black orbs facing each other. Hands wringing the hem of shirt. Feet tapping an unsteady rhythm on the wooden floor. Water dripping from the sink in the kitchen. Clock ticking down its seconds.

Another tick passes.

Another breath exhaled.

Another sweat rolled down.

Another anxious blink.

"Fuck this." Jumping out of his seat like a spring, the fuming boy made his way for the door before falling flat on his face. Jungkook looked up from the floor groaning, and saw the extended metal baton under his feet.

And Yoongi, the one holding the other end of the baton and giving him a dead fish stare from the couch next to the door. "No."

"But Naomi has escaped!" He lashed out, completely irritated by the other's lack of concern. Why is so... neutral about it? "She might be stranded somewhere in the forest and can't contact us! We need them to escape from Omelas! They're out there, probably waiting for us-"

His mouth shuts like a mice trap when Yoongi's baton extended again and rests lightly against his lips. Again, with that soulless stare. "No."

Jungkook caved in and fell back, wincing when his head hit the wooden floor. "I just want... I just want Naomi to be safe. Is that too much to ask?"

"She's going to be fine," was all Yoongi say before the room was plunged into silence again. Both of them are supposed to be outside Omelas by now, so appearing in public will go against their plan.

Phase Two of Namjoon's plan includes faking Yoongi smuggling the mayor's son out of Omelas and lead the police forces away as they infiltrated the Jeon's mansion. It'll be a quick in-and-out, they have the information of the mansion's layout from Jungkook. The most logical place they could store two starved teenagers in a household without raising too much suspicion is in the basement.

They've discussed. They've planned. All that's left is to execute it.

But leave it to Naomi and her theatrics to saw her way out of their binds with a mirror shard. She had been on the run with Jimin for three days.

And the police are on a frenzy, too. Yoongi took note of this from their radio transmissions, and informed Namjoon about it.

"Could they have something planned for the two?" He chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully, before nodding at the black-haired dracula aka Yoongi. "Thanks, hyung. If it's not too much to ask, can you do a little background search about this tale of Omelas? We need to know more about it."

"Gentlemen, I think I might have the tea." Hoseok cuts in, and the two glared at him like he was Julius Caesar. "What?"

"I'm a fucking bat, I don't drink tea." Rolling his eyes, Yoongi tilted his head at the young doctor next to him. "Doc?"

Namjoon shook his head, giving the frowning Hoseok a smile. "Caffeiners, sorry. But what's the juice?"

He took out a leather bound journal from his jacket and gave it to Yoongi. "I sneaked back into my house to do some sleuthing when I ran across this jewel. Look who's the author."

Namjoon opened the cover and scanned the name. "Min Haru..."

"Omma." Yoongi's knuckles turned white as he gripped the spine of the small journal. Hoseok lay a comforting hand on his shoulder and Yoongi took a deep breath, and shot his friend a strained smile. "Good job, Sherlock."

"That's not just it. I skimmed over the contents a lil bit," he leafed through the journal and stopped at a page in the middle, ", and take a look at this."