Jumin didn't remember much after that. After the bloody foot print fell into his sight everything just...seemed to disappear. Jumin seemed to be in lock down. He walked when instructed, be spoke when asked a question...what exactly did that officer say? He looked around his surroundings now...when did he get back to the penthouse? He stood up from his long silent reflection. He looked to his side to see that Elizabeth 3rd was resting on the bed...on her side of the bed.
"...I know..." was all Jumin could muster as he decided to leave the bedroom. He walked to the living room and out of the windows. It was early in the morning, and a strange sense of fatigue filled Jumin's lungs. Just where did she go? Did some one take her away from him? Who would dare...? Jumin looked down to his phone at that moment. There were what seemed like endless missed calls from everyone. Most of the missed calls came from the RFA members. Jumin could not bare showing his fellow members his weakness...he then decided it would be a better idea to just log into the chat instead of speaking. His throat was too dry, too rough for speaking. It was like someone took his voice away when they took MC out of his life. Even after it all, Jumin had decided that action was needed...now. His fingers shook a bit logging in...was it the lack of sleep? He hadn't eaten since the party...maybe it was because he was dehydrated? It does not matter, nothing mattered to Jumin at this point except to find MC.
-Jumin Han entered the chat-
Jaehee: regardless
Jaehee: the police had started their investigation hours ago
Jaehee: I would think Luciel would be far more efficient looking into the security cameras
Jaehee: Oh...Mr. Han
Yoosung: Jumin...how are you feeling?
Most of the time...this is when MC would greet Jumin with warm words. Jumin felt a stabbing pain in his gut, knowing that would not be the case this time.
Jumin: Do not worry about me
Yoosung: Jumin...
Zen: hey...I am sure where ever MC is...she is fine
How could Zen know? Does he know something? Jumin's posture tensed at the thought and his fist clenched around the phone.
Jaehee: Mr. Han, Mr. Director has informed me that you will be taking time off due to...these events.
Jaehee: I will postpone all meetings until further notice
Jumin: There will be no need for that.
Jaehee: ...Mr. Han?
Jumin: Tell my father that I will be at work on time tomorrow
Jumin: or is it today...?
Jumin took his free hand and ran it through his hair, he then looked at his watch to see that time had now slipped to 1:30am.
Yoosung: no, i think you need to take some time off...
Jaehee: Mr. Han, I must agree with Yoosung.
Jaehee: The police will get to the bottom of this
Zen: yeah, and Seven is also working hard too
Zen: he said something about taking the security camera apart pixel by pixel if he had to
Yoosung: yeah, so why dont you just stay home tomorrow?
Jumin clenched his teeth. He could not stay in this empty house without his wife. Jumin looked from the messenger around the penthouse once again. It had an air of loneliness about it now more than ever. Just about everything in the place reminded him of MC in one way or another.
Jumin: No.
Jumin: That is final.
Jaehee:...
Jaehee: yes, Mr. Han.
Zen: fine then.
-707 has entered the chat-
707: Jumin
707: i have looked at the security footage over and over again
707: all I could tell is the kidnapper came through the window
707: I will look a bit more in depth and keep you updated
Jumin: Please do
Yoosung: I thought the police forced us to hand over all evidence?
707: they did
Jaehee:...does not surprise me
Zen: is that not...some sort of illegal?
707: LOL
707: 'some sort of'
707: it totally is :D
707: with my experience
707: why let other people do all the work
707: when you could just do it yourself~
Yoosung: I guess that makes sense?
Zen: whatever
Zen: just don't get caught
707: ZEN HOW DARE YOU
707: I AM GOD 707, DEFENDER OF JUSTICE
Jumin looked away from the messenger at this point. He could not stand the light joking coming from his co-members. MC was missing and they joke about trivial things? Without much else, Jumin logged out of the chat.
-Jumin Han has left the chatroom-
Jumin leaned back on his seat, staring blankly up at the ceiling now, the only place that was blank and void of any memories of MC. Jumin did not move from that spot until sunrise. His mind was blank and his heart was injured. What was he suppose to do without her? Jumin looked out of his window to see the sunlight peeking over the horizon. He then realized that he didn't ever get the chance to watch the sunrise with MC. Where ever MC was...was she able to watch it with him now? When the thought of MC not being able to see the sunlight enraged him. He roughly got up and called the police once more. Again, they reassured him that they would handle it and hung up with him. Jumin could not help but feel that they were treating this case like some average missing person case...they were dead wrong. MC was far from an average person and Jumin then decided to hire professionals. Money was no object...
