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Losing You - Part II

I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WRITING THIS.

Why is it whenever you want to do something creative, life just decides to come in and throw a bunch of stuff at you? It’s illogical. Let me live.

Anyways! Here you go, @bat-yo-us ! Thank you so much for being patient with me!

Angst

Word Count: 1845

Jumin couldn’t stay still. He paced about, waiting for her to come back.

Two minutes.

Four minutes.

Six minutes.

He took out his phone and called her.

“Hi, this is MC! I’m away from my phone but leave your name and number and I’ll call you back ASAP!”

He could feel the blood drain from his face. He didn’t get a busy signal. That meant she had already finished the call with her mother.

“Damn, damn.” Jumin called for his bodyguards and instantly, they stormed the shop, concerning most of the shoppers.

“MC is missing. Find her, find her now.”

The guards immediately spread out, their abrupt presence prompting a few of the store clerks to move from their registers towards the center of the store. Jumin beelined towards the nearest cashier and folded his arms over his chest angrily. “Where is your manager, where are your cameras, where is she?!”

“Sir, we need for you to calm down and tell us who you’re looking for—”

“MC!” Jumin spun around and called out for her. He was almost inconsolable. He ran his hands through his hair and softly muttered to himself, “Calm down, calm down.”

“Would a Miss MC come to customer service please, Miss MC to customer service.”

Jumin looked up and pulled a clerk towards him. “Take me to customer service.”

“Ah, Mr. Han, you shouldn’t grab a clerk like that,” one of his bodyguards mumbled lightly.

Jumin didn’t care. His grasp on the clerk’s shirt tightened, and the clerk shakily agreed. Jumin’s desperation was palpable, and in a last-minute effort to speed things along, everyone lightly jogged towards the customer service desk while Jumin sprinted.

Please be there.

Please.

Please let this be one of your silly jokes.

Give me the opportunity to hold you and make you promise me we won’t ever return here ever again.

Jumin and his bodyguards arrived at the customer service desk, some of his guards huffing and puffing behind him.

He couldn’t see her.

A cold sweat ran down Jumin’s back as dread really began to set in. He made his way towards the customer service desk, ignoring the customers already in line.

“MC, where is MC.”

“… Sir, who?”

Jumin slammed his hand against the counter. “There was an announcement made. You know who I’m referring to.”

A manager made her way towards Jumin and spoke politely, “Sir, we are doing everything we can—”

“If you were, you would have found her already.”

“Sir, please—”

“Mr. Han. You may want to see this.” One of the bodyguards ushered an impatient and disgruntled Jumin into a surveillance room, where two technicians stood by.

“Could you describe her to us, sir?” One of the technicians asked gently.

“A- A woman, five feet tall, brown hair. She’s wearing a gray shirt, a- and jeans.”

“Oh my god.”

Jumin rushed towards the second technician and paled as he saw footage of MC in the toy section of the store being grabbed by a tall figure wearing a torn t-shirt and blue jeans. The figure brought his hand to MC’s mouth, she collapsed against him, and both slipped out of frame. Jumin had not realized how tightly he had been clenching his teeth until a small migraine formed in the back of his head.

“Sir –”

“We need to move. Now.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jumin’s guards rushed out of the room. Within minutes, a team surrounded the inside and outside of the store, helicopters were in the air, vans were patrolling the highways. Yet, through all that, Jumin wasn’t put at ease. As he made his way to the car waiting for him, he pressed his hands to his temples in a desperate attempt to quiet his rampant thoughts.

“Sir, where would you like to go?”

“Take me to Luciel’s house.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the car moved, Jumin anxiously fiddled with whatever he could to get his mind off every worst-case scenario. His fingers moved from adjusting his tie to playing with his tie pin to drumming against his knee.

“Could you drive faster?” Jumin spat.

“Y- Yes sir.”

Headache…

Everything… hurts…

I slowly opened my eyes and tried to move my hands to my head.

I couldn’t.

“What…” I tried again, but the more I tried to move my hands, the more they hurt. “… what’s happening…?!”

“Good evening, Mrs. Han.”

I lifted my head. Boom. Boom. Boom. My head pounded as squinted at the figure before me. A young man, wearing a torn t-shirt and blue jeans, stared down at me, an almost menacing smile gracing his features.

“Who… who are you?”

“Come on, don’t pretend you don’t remember me. You know who I am.”

I blinked and tried to sit up, but to no avail. “No, I don’t. Are you an old boyfriend? Even if you were, you would look familiar –”

“Oh, shut the hell up.” He roughly shifted the back of the chair I was sitting on. He lightly paced around me, the nearness of his footsteps both frightening and agitating me.

“I guess you got involved with someone powerful, huh? Jumin – fucking – Han.”

I squirmed. “Listen, whoever you are, I’m really –”

“You know who I am!”

I jumped and looked away. I had no idea who he was, or what he wanted. I wanted Jumin. Where was Jumin? I ignored my headache and started looking around. “Jumin?!”

“Jumin? Oh, Jumin~? Save me, Jumin!” The man huffed and kicked the leg of the chair I was sitting on. “Shut up. He isn’t here.”

That meant he was on his way to get me. He had to be.

“Listen, just… just let me go, all right? I won’t tell Jumin anything, just –”

“Hah, that isn’t going to work with me, you begging like that.”

I still had no idea who he was. I tried to adjust myself and made eye contact with him. “Look, I’m sorry if I upset you –”

“If? If?”

… Ah, jeez.

“You did upset me. You go without messaging me for months, and I suddenly hear about you being on the arm of a billionaire? It’s bullshit!” He threw a newspaper in front of me; there was a picture of Jumin and I, his hand around my waist as we made our way down the street. The headline had been scribbled out, probably by that lunatic. He grabbed me by my hair and yanked upwards, forcing me to look up at him. “That’s why you’re here. You need to make up for lost time.”

“There’s nothing I can do to –”

I felt a sharp pain on my neck and my eyes shot open. The man leaned in. “There are plenty of things you can do.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed. “P… please stop.”

“What? Does it hurt?” I felt another sharp pain, this time on my abdomen; a slight poke with a blade of some sort, then a little twist. I hissed softly, then bit my lip.

Don’t look down. Don’t look at what’s happening. Keep your eyes closed.

“I’d actually love for your boy-toy to find us. I love for him to watch as you slowly fade out.”

A chill ran down my spine. “What, you’re going to kill me for not responding to some messages you sent me months ago? Pretty petty, don’t you think?”

He pushed his blade further into my abdomen. I clenched my fists.

“Don’t test me, bitch. I’ll kill you right here, right now.”

“Go ahead,” I replied impulsively. “You’ll be charged with kidnapping, you may as well top if off with murder – agh!!”

“Haha, you think you’re cute.” He twisted the blade in and I shivered compulsively.

“O… okay… okay, s… stop.” I huffed.

“Oh? What happened to the tough girl just a minute ago, hm?” he pushed his blade in further, and I could vaguely begin seeing spots.

I closed my eyes again; there was no getting out of this. Moving and talking back would only make that blade go in deeper. And if he were to remove it from me entirely, I would bleed out.

It was hopeless. I felt… hopeless.

“Jumin…” I muttered softly.

Jumin. I needed to make it, for him. I didn’t care if I heard, “I told you so” from him for the rest of my life. I needed to stay awake for him. I needed to fight for him.

I gritted my teeth as the man leaned closer to me, his breath by my face. Before he could speak, I rammed my head against his. Adrenaline pumped through my veins; I didn’t care that a blade was dangling out of my stomach. I needed to keep attacking him somehow.

I had to keep fighting.

I vigorously fiddled with my bindings and managed to get myself out of them. He was coming at me, like a disoriented bull, but I grabbed the blade and began to swing it at him.

“Stupid bitch,” he chuckled lightly. “I give you two minutes, tops.”

Maybe pulling the blade out wasn’t the smartest decision. I started feeling tired from the blood loss, but I needed to stay conscious. Just until Jumin arrived.

Jumin. I repeated his name in my mind. Maybe if I said it enough, he would hear me and come for me. He said something about us being one, so that had to count for something.

“Give me my tool back,” the man said, inching his way towards me. “We can end this quietly.”

I swung at him again, and he tackled me before I had a chance to blink. He grabbed his weapon from my shaky hands, and plunged it into me again, and again, and again.

Jumin.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even let out a whimper.

It was over.

Jumin… you were right. I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll listen to you.

Next time… I’ll…

“MC!!”

The man Jumin had seen in the security cameras, the man who kidnapped his beloved MC, had tried to put up a fight before he was shot down. In a normal circumstance, Jumin would, at the very least, acknowledge his tenacity.

But this circumstance was anything but normal.

He rushed over to his MC and scooped her into his arms. He lightly combed his fingers through her hair, just as he had done to wake her up every morning.

“MC… darling, hey…!” Jumin slightly turned his head and shouted, “Get the damned ambulance here, now!!”

“Jumin…”

He pulled her closer to himself. “Yes darling, I’m here. You stay with me, all right? Keep your eyes on me, help is coming.”

“We… we’re one… aren’t we, Jumin…”

“Darling, please, don’t talk. Conserve your energy. I’m not losing you, not you.”

“We’re one… that’s how you kn…knew to come for me…”

“MC…”

“I was… I was calling for you… and you… you heard me, didn’t you…?”

“MC, please –”

“We’re one.” She smiled sweetly and placed her bloodied hand on his cheek.

Jumin pressed his cheek into her hand and smiled weakly. “Yes. Yes, we are.”

#mystic messenger #jumin x mc #jumin han #ficlet #angst #AHAHA FINALLY #this is actually my first MM request!#thanks bat-yo-us!#but this month has been crazy so i'm glad i managed to crank this out #i need to work on part III now XD

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