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He had checked every nook and cranny of the dingy, trash filled alleys surrounding his apartment building. He jumped at every clatter, looking frantically for the source of the commotion, hoping. But the large rat that was responsible for knocking the metal trash can lid down to the ground bared no resemblance to his dear Elizabeth 3rd.
How she had managed to not only escape her cat carrier but also bolt past the building doorman and out into the dangers of the city Jumin was still unsure. But all that mattered now was finding his dear pet before something terrible happened to her.
Finding nothing to indicate that she had chosen that pathway for her unplanned adventure, Jumin turned and headed across the street to the rolling hills and pathways of the park, hoping that she has not yet wandered too far.
He was so focused on watching the ground for his white haired feline when he reached the other side of the road that he completely missed the man trying to great him. Jumin felt a hand grasp his shoulder and turned to see a familiar face.
“Zen, I’m sorry but I am quite busy. Elizabeth 3rd ran away,” Jumin explained, walking into the park without waiting for the other RFA members reply.
“Really? That’s horrible! I’ll help you look,” Zen said, quickening his pace to match the frantic businessman’s.
Jumin didn’t reply, he simply continued on with his search, Zen in tow.
They wandered the smooth dirt trails of the park for three hours. Sunset had long come and passed, leaving them to search in the pale moonlight.
At nearly one in the morning Zen pleaded, “Let’s go get some sleep, we can continue the search in the morning or perhaps she has returned home.”
“No, she has to be close by,” Jumin demanded, and Zen saw how much the cats absence was weighing on the usually cold businessman. His usually impeccable suit has dirt clinging to it and he had unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, his tie long shoved in his pocket. In any other circumstance, Zen would have gloated at Jumin’s disheveled appearance, however Zen only felt more sorrowful for his friend.
Zen placed his hand on Jumin’s shoulder, “She wouldn’t want you to strain yourself for her sake, come on.”
Jumin simply nodded and allowed the actor to lead him back to his apartment. The doorman opened the door for the weary pair knowingly.
Zen saw Jumin to his door then turned to leave, but Jumin’s hand stopped him. He whispered a quiet thank you before letting the actor return to his late night journey home.
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Zen: Elizabeth 3rd is missing, if you see her please get her back to Jumin
~~~Jaehee and 707 have entered the chat~~~
Jaehee: Oh dear, he’s going to lose it if she isn’t found. I will assemble a task force to find her first thing in the morning.
707: My precious baby is missing? I’ll start looking right away
707: But Zen, why do you care? You hate that cat.
Jaehee: No he doesn’t. He sends her a birthday present every year
Zen: Jaehee!!!
707: ….
707: Information stored for future blackmail purposes
~~~Zen has left the chat~~~