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

LXXXVII | Final Preparations

I was barely able to mutter a good night to Mingyu as he slumped off into his room. Even though my day was full of nothing but sitting in the back of a car, I'm exhausted. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to get a wink of sleep, resulting in this.

Once I'm in my room, I plan on throwing my bags to the side, burrowing under warm covers, and falling asleep, leaving my worries for tomorrow.

That dream is crushed as soon as I open the door.

The room is empty, but that is not the surprise. I had been preparing for the lack of Jisoo's absence all day. However, There's a folded note on my bed.

Tossing my bags to the side, where they'll be out of sight, I quickly approach the simple piece of paper. On its front, my name is written in Jisoo's elegant handwriting. My breath seems to be stuck in my throat as I grab it and hastily open it. It's a long note written in Jisoo's unexplainable perfect handwriting. I've always been jealous of how clearly she writes, meanwhile anything I write is nothing better than chicken scratch.

"Y/N, I truly am sorry to leave like this, but I can't force myself to stay around. I've packed up all my things and returned to our apartment. It's been safe for a while now, and I wish we would have returned before we got tied in too deep.
If you ever, and I mean ever, wish to come back, please do. I'll have your room waiting for you. I really wish you do come back.
Also, Jooheon messaged me. They're hosting Changkyun's funeral in two days at noon. I put the address on the bottom. I will see you then."

I'm not sure how to feel about the letter. I don't even know if there's an emotion I'm supposed to be feeling right now. Mainly, I just don't feel a thing. Right now, things are just very empty.

Unfortunately, the note woke me up just enough to make me want to change into pajamas instead of just hopping into bed in my travel clothes. I sigh, turn to my wardrobe, pick out a pair of pajamas, and head to the bathroom. I might as well wash my face as well.

I return from the bathroom, still feeling too awake. I should have waited until morning to open the letter. Though, if I had done that, I would have just stressed myself awake all night, wondering what was said. Even though I am beyond exhausted, my brain is just awake enough not to let me pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow. But there's not much to do about that.

As I'm reaching for the covers, deeply yawning, there's a rattling knock at my door.

I groan and debate slipping into bed anyway and letting the person on the other side assume I'm asleep. But they knock again and I faintly hear someone call my name. It's tempting to yell back at them and tell them to let me sleep, but I have a suspicion that whoever is at the door won't let that happen.

Leaving my bed untouched, I spin around and yank open the door. As I expected, Jeonghan is standing in front of me. He's in a two-set of pajamas with a shit-eating grin. Tonight is full of the unexpected, however, because I did not think I would see Mingyu and Wonoo standing behind Jeonghan.

"What is this?" I emphasize the tired draw in my voice.

Jeonghan doesn't care. "We've got to talk."

"Of course you do." I don't move out of the doorway yet. "Can it really not wait till morning? I'm tired."

"We all are." Jeonghan makes a show of rolling his eyes. "But this is important, especially to you."

It's not lost on me what he's talking about. I suspected it was why he was here in the first place. "S.Coups made it very clear we aren't supposed to do that. And again, I'm tired." I plan on figuring out plans for revenge or whatever it is I'm doing tomorrow. The mindset I'm in now is far from ready to tackle that and come up with a good plan.