Crime, Betrayal, and Love (A Seventeen Street Racing AU)

L | Friends of the Past

Mingyu's saying something over the intercom, but I can't pay attention to it. All I can see is the dead body of the man who attacked me. Even now, as Mingyu's trying to pick the lock of the big office, it's all I can see—the blood pooling around his neck and the choked look on his face.

It's my fault. The one who only attacked Mingyu is still alive. Unconscious and probably in a load of pain—but alive.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Mingyu gently shakes my shoulder. "Come on."

I shake my head, trying to rid it of the gruesome picture. Mingyu got the door open and is halfway inside, a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I whisper, quickly stepping inside the office and closing the door behind me, making sure to lock it.

Mingyu looks like he wants to say more, but he just stares at me, eyebrows creased, and lips turned in a frown.

"Really, I'm fine," I repeat.

Before he can call me out for lying, I turn my back to him and walk over to explore the room.

It's at least double the size of the previous offices, and the desk is huge with three large drawers on each side. Two leather chairs sat before it, and two bookshelves were pushed along the back wall. A monitor, keyboard, and various stacks of unorganized papers were on the desk.

"Did you get in?" Dino's voice came over the headphone.

"Yeah, we're in. I'll update you if we find anything."

"Okay."

I regret not listening in earlier. I wish I knew how they were doing. Is Jisoo okay? Have they found anything? But if I ask Mingyu, he'll know how disturbed I am.

"I'm going to try to look through the computer." Mingyu goes to sit in the chair behind the computer and waits while it boots up.

I decide to go for the bookshelf, although it doesn't look promising. It had a few pictures littered on different levels; otherwise, it seems only to be full of books. Regular books that wouldn't give me anything interesting.

As I search, Mingyu's furious typing fills the room. Sifting through the books, I look for any unusual name or odd weight, but everything is normal, which makes it increasingly difficult to focus on searching and not on the lifeless eyes of a man who will never breathe again.

I try to shake it off, reaching to grab one of the pictures fitted on the shelf. I doubt I'll find anything helpful, but it may help keep my mind focused.

Holding the frame closer, I find a young man with full lips, loose black hair, and a smile that crinkled his eyes. But the picture is cut off, torn at the man's right. One arm was at the man's side, and the other was hooked over the shoulder of whoever was pulled away from the picture.

I carefully place the photo back, feeling an unknown melancholy from the picture.

"Yes!" Mingyu cheers, and I spin toward him. He was smiling at the computer that was shining harshly against his face. "Y/N, come here."

Mingyu was looking through a folder with an elated look, but the information meant nothing to me. "What is it?"

"This." He points to one of the files listed, "Golden_Rose_Racers_T." "is what I found originally, but this folder has tons of different files in it."

"What does the 'T' stand for?"

"I'm not sure, but hopefully, we'll be able to find out." He pulls a USB from his pocket and leans under the desk to stick it into the computer. "Now we just wait."