Law School Crossover Hidden Identity FanFiction Series

Chapter Two

Thank you for your patience! I apologize for the delay. My accounting courses were difficult but finished w/ straight A's. Here is the next chapter of Law School fan fic:

It had been a week since Joon Hwi returned home. He did nothing. He lived on ramen, soju, the stocked liquor cabinet and two cartons of eggs he purchased just before he hunkered down. He laid on the couch, watching the news coverage of the mountain side dig waiting to see who they pulled out. He hadn't told anyone he arrived home, kept the lights off and the black-out drapes closed. During the day, he spent time hungover, moping around his Uncle's house he inherited not cleaning but making note of what needed to be cleaned once he wanted to get to it.

It was, at least, day eight into the dig. He wasn't really sure. Joon Hwi lost track of time in between sleeping, being drunk, and spending hours watching news coverage. Only dead North Korean soldiers had been located. Like him and their team, they were just doing their job. They were no guiltier or innocent than they were; and they were dead. Did they deserve it? Maybe. Joon Hwi thought of the secret room filled with men and the traitor. The things he saw laid out on the table. What were they planning? He could remotely view the site again if he wanted. He could figure out where the dead were located and anonymously call in the coordinates. Maybe they were still alive, and had an explanation for what they were doing? They could have a chance to defend themselves in court? Joon Hwi's head dropped. He got up from the couch and paced the dark room in front of the light of the television.

They couldn't be alive. Even just one man? There couldn't be a chance. What would he do...what could he do if he found out they weren't traitors? Nothing treasonous was happening in those tunnels at all? The guilt would be worse than death. If they were found dead, he could become the scapegoat if he did nothing now. Yet, if he did something, he could be paraded around like a circus freak, or imprisoned, forgotten and made to continue to do things. He lost hope once again and sat back down. He opened a warm bottle of soju, and drank it half-way down. For now, he chose to waste away in his own guilt-feelings. Either choice he had in front of him would only lead to his own slow death. That was his only option.

Outside, Kang Sol A sat inside her car watching Joon Hwi's movements from a crack in a drape in the window. His pacing made her nervous. What if he was up contemplating how he was going to break up with her? There was a reason he hadn't contacted her. Then again, he didn't contact anyone. Sol A kicked the floorboard of the driver's side.

"Ugh! What should I do?" Sol A threw herself back in the seat just as a car's headlights blinded her from the side view mirror. She quickly scooted down in her seat just high enough to see who might be slowing up as they approached Joon Hwi's home.

Sol A squinted as she peeked out the driver's side window. She couldn't tell if it were a guy or a girl. Her mind went wild. Could it be someone new he was dating? She pinched herself to stop the flow of negative thoughts. "Why would a woman slow up suspiciously like this and not just pull over, stop and get out?" As the car drove away, she got sight of the license plate.

Maybe this woman was like her; making a drive by to see why he hadn't contacted her. "Ah!" She let out a loud sigh. "Let's tear off this band aid!"

Sol A grabbed her purse, opened her car door, stepped out and slammed it closed.

Joon Hwi's eyes narrowed. He could've sworn he saw the light change on the wall as if a shadow from outside past the window. He looked over his shoulder sure he'd seen someone at his window...his Uncle's ghost...someone there to kill him. He slinked down into the couch and rolled off it, returning to his former combat mode. He army crawled to the front door to ensure no one from outside saw any movement from inside. When he made it to the security camera in the hallway, he relaxed. On the small monitor, he watched as Sol A attempted to ring the doorbell, stop, make a fist to knock, and her hand settle back down at her side.