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Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating : M, definitely 
Summary: An AU where Jumin acquires
a human replacement for Elizabeth 3^rd outside the RFA…you. 
Author’s Notes : Though chapter
1 features Seven, rest assured this is a Jumin fic! (and don’t’ forget that
likes and reviews feed the muse 😉 )

 Chapter 1: Finding Jumin

Seven knew the world had gone to
hell, but still had trouble hiding his dread as the shadowy man lead him
further down the stairs. This trip was supposed to be a reward from the agency
for his last job, but whatever awaited him at the bottom, he was increasingly
sure he wanted none of it. As involved as he was with the underworld, there was
still some boundaries he refused to cross, and this place reeked of them.

Sure enough, a wave of horror seized
him as he took stock of the high-tech basement. Human slavery. Cells after cells of young women waiting like
insects in glass jars to be abused at the leisure of the guests. His feet
stopped of their own accord and he looked away, trying to keep his composure
as he addressed his guide.

‘’Thanks, but I’m not interested.
I’ll go back upstairs.’’

‘’Now, now’’ said the man with a
syrupy tone that dripped false concern, ‘’you know what happens if you refuse a
gift from the boss, don’t you?’’

For once, Seven had no idea, but he
could imagine. It had to be something even more vile than the ‘’prize’’ he had
been promised tonight.

‘’Come on, maybe you’ll get a taste
for it?’’ continued the man. He was smiling nastily, obviously enjoying his discomfort.

Seven remained silent, pursuing his
lips. If he had to be forced to go through with this, maybe he could find some
consolation in trying to help whoever he’d pick.

That idea in mind, he ventured
forward in the alley, glancing left and right at the poor women. They were all
exquisitely beautiful, but broken like dolls, lying helplessly on their cots
with glassy eyes. It was worse than cattle resigned to their doom; these girls
were stuck in the antechamber of death.

‘’How can anyone…’’ muttered Seven
under his breath, completely disgusted.

‘’Need them feisty, I see? I can
relate’’ replied the guard, mistaking the intent of his words. Seven refrained
the urge to punch him to a pulp. ‘’Lucky for you, there are arrivals fresh from
yesterday, right there!’’ He pointed to a cluster of cages at the end of the
row. ‘’Haven’t had time to tame them yet. The new ones always believe they can
say no, you know?’’ He chuckled darkly, and pushed by a morbid instinct, Seven
approached. His eyes widened as soon as he saw the first occupant.

“Elly!..’’ he whispered, taken
aback.

Of course, it wasn’t really Elizabeth

3^rd

, Jumin Han’s beloved cat. It was, however, a striking impersonation of what
she’d look like as a human: an albino from head to toe, with a mane of pure
white hair, creamy milky skin, long graceful limbs, a small heart-shaped face
and more than anything, huge sapphire eyes. It was you.

And just like that, an insane plan
bloomed in Seven’s mind.

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