Caged (Jimin BTS)

XXX = Ninja Time

"Not so sneaky now, ain't cha?" The toothy grin he was giving me made my fist curl. But the rational part of my brain held me back.

Not now. Soon.

Two Hours Prior

"Jimin, are you okay?" He was gasping and sweating bullets in his sleep, whimpering incoherent words and clutching his stomach like he was burning from the inside.

I put my right palm on his forehead, and frowned when it felt normal. He was sweating bucketloads but his temperature is normal. What in the fricking-

Cracking open an eye, the pink-haired boy gave me a strained smile. How dare he did that with all those pain he's suffering?! "Jimin fine, Nami. We have to move, right? Let's go."

I hated to argue with him, but as Jimin pushed himself of the large roots we've taken shelter from the night, he swayed to his left and fell. "Jimin!"

"No. We are not leaving until I've kicked this hay fever from your system!" And that is how I managed to find another small stream and is currently wiping his forehead with another parch of my skirt, the boy himself laying with his head on my lap.

Apparently, Jimin had mold allergy, and we had mushroom stew from the few forest pickings I did last night. I should have know Jimin didn't have any official medical records taken, and be vary of what he ate and did. Namjoon is the one usually so meticulous about these stuff. I'm the 'monkey see, monkey do' type of person.

"Nami?" Jimin was caressing my cheek with his fingers, swiping at tears running down them. I replaced him at the job and chuckled as he stared up at me.

"Why are you crying? Is something wrong?" I can give him credit for improving his words by the day we had escaped. Trying a smile that I knew was wobbly, I played with his bangs, combing them back.

"I'm okay. Naomi is fine." I lied, the aftertaste thick and bitter in my mouth. "How are you? Still sick anywhere? Want more water?"

He made grabby hands at the last one. "More water." And I fed him some from my cupped hands. Jimin gulped the water like a parched animal, and violently choked when the bush behind us crackled.

Our hands clasped, getting ready to bolt on the go when the crackle sound dragged on. Then it dies and a glitch echoed. "Seagull, are you in? Sound off, over."

Seagull?

"Jimin wait here. I need to check that sound. Get ready to run on my signal." With a half-nod from the boy, I crept towards the sound and searched the bush. What I found made my forehead furrow in confusion.

The walkie-talkie crackled again. "Seagull- Kookie, are you there? Please. Reach out to us."

"It's Namjoon." Jimin muttered, popping by my side. If not for the death grip he has on my arm, my face would have been in the mud by the stream now. I gulped, slowing my racing heart and listened for some more.

"Yoongi and Jungkook got captured, I think. This must belongs to that feisty boy." My knuckles turned white when I gripped the walkie talkie in my hands. Shoving it into my pocket after silencing the device, I turned to Jimin. "Ready for some ninja time?"

His eyes sparkled like black pearls under the lapping waves of the ocean. Jimin absolutely loved ninja time. It's our name for sneaking around roadblocks and police patrols. The boy, with no surprise that I didn't even feel, is really good at this.

He spent his whole life hiding. What's a couple of lazy bum towners to The Caged Boy?

He nodded vigorously and tailed after me, feet wrapped with cloth silently padding the ground. A few minutes later we spotted them, the group holding Yoongi and Jungkook prisoner.

Jungkook was handcuffed to a tree closest to the police, yet still he cannot reach them. The boy seems fine. He had a come-closer-and-I'll-bite-your-head-off look on his face.

And Yoongi is not in the best shape. I held a palm up to Jimin, a signal for him to stay. He obliged, although I could feel him itching to see what I have in front of me.

It's a lot of blood. Too much, even for me, the one with doctor's lineage. They seemed to have been using Yoongi as their personal punch bag, and chilling around before throwing him into the jail.

Lips split and teeth bloodied, both eyes black and face bruised almost beyond recognition, Yoongi was fading in and out of consciousness. His white shirt was tattered and torn in several places, his knees scraped. My hands curled into fists at my side.

Two fingers slid up my calf, before working themselves into my fist and squeezing my fingers. My boiling anger simmered down and Jimin returned my softened look with a nod.

We can do this.

We never done anything to provoke the police before, but I gave him the basic plan since the first night we escaped anyway. Just for the worst case scenario. Which is now.

And now I'm donning a growing bruise on my left jaw and glaring white-hot kebab skewers at the police in front of me. I knew him. He once dropped by to take some depressants for his wife and gave me a pat on the head.

"The mayor's gunna be thrilled to see ya and his sonnie. He wouldn't havta cancel 'em bloody night too. Lucky bastard." He spat on the ground and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke to my face.

I ignored him and pressed on. "I can't believe you acknowledged the mayor's shit. He's a delusional prick with a sick addiction on people's suffering. You all will go to hell for this."

The police glanced round to his friends before bursting into a maniacal laughter. "Girlie, there's no heaven or hell. You only live once and that's that."

"What you did is still wrong."

"Nobody knew, nobody's hurtin. But you gotta be a little bitch and sniffed it all out, lashing out and making the mayor go crazy-" He drove his boot against my stomach and I gagged. His friends were holding me still, cheering and hollering as I convulsed in front of them.

Just a little bit longer...

"You needed the extra mile." Spitting the blood out, I grinned up at them. "People don't need fat hunting dogs. Those get killed in the hunt."

His face turned white in rage and I stared right into his eyes as he swung another fist at my face. But it never came.

Jungkook rammed him down first.

The other four police were knocked unconscious by Jimin and Yoongi. I staggered up to my feet and Jimin clutched my arm, smiling sadly at me.

"Mission success." He whispered. I nodded.

"Success."

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