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

LVII | A Bump in the Road

With each step, the sound of my sneakers hitting the hollow floors ricocheting against the floor to the walls, reverberating the noise. Every sound makes me spin to face it, scared that Jennie gave me the wrong information and someone is still at home.

Taking a deep breath, I step out of the hallway and into the living room. Jennie was right when she said the group liked to show off their things. Various trophies lined the wall behind the TV, and a medal acts as a centerpiece on the coffee table. But nothing displayed had been jewelry.

My steps continue to echo as I go to the bookcase where the giant TV is set. Sinking to my knees, I dig through the drawers, but I only find DVDs and CDs.

I sigh, pushing myself up. I haven't been here for long, but the threatening countdown is bearing down on me. There's still so much of the house, and I have no idea if I'm close.

What if the group doesn't even have the necklace? It was a form of revenge. They could have just thrown it in the trash or sold it.

But with another look around the building, I doubt that's the case. With the abundance of displayed items of winning or wealth, it's hard to believe they would get rid of something.

I doubt they would throw away a plastic trophy if someone handed it to them.

Pulling out my phone, I review the map Jennie had shown me. I draw a little red x on the living room before searching for which room to explore next. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, three closets, and whatever lay in the hallways.

The bedrooms and one of the closets are closest to me. I decide on the smaller room to look through first. I groan before entering the annoying echoing hallway, quickly approaching the first door on my right.

Thankfully, the door opens easily. There still haven't been any locked doors, which I'm thankful for. But, if there is a locked door, I have a hairpin in my pocket.

This is the smallest bedroom I've seen so far. A bed is pushed in the corner, and another holds a small desk with a laptop settled on top, opened wide. Beside the bed is a small dresser. Other than that, the room is empty.

I walk to the desk, curiosity taking hold of me as I press a random keyboard button. The screen comes to light, nearly blinding me in the dark room.

Squinting, I quickly lower the lighting before looking over the laptop.

A job site is shown, displaying dozens of different establishments hiring.

I know this is wasting time, and although that was my biggest worry a moment ago, I click on another tab, telling myself that I might find something important.

Pictures and videos of sports cars pop up. Humming in boredom, I click again. An email covers the screen.

I go to click off of it, but I stop when my eyes catch the word "Kun."

An automatic groan leaves my mouth as I see his name.

Dear Seunghyub,
We appreciate your and N.Flying's previous support, and we are now asking for more. I know your group has been searching for an opportunity to rejoin the racing company, and we would like to offer you one. But we need some dirty work done beforehand. If you are interested, contact Kun.
You know where to find him.

I can't hold back my gasp at the letter. My eyes flit to the sender. JayB.

My breath shakes as I quickly take out my phone and snap a photo of the email. Even if I don't find the necklace, Jennie will love this information, and so will Seventeen.