Law School Crossover Hidden Identity FanFiction Series

Chapter 14 - Family Reunion

Joon-hwi and Sol A had the protection of President Han's undercover motorcade back home. They sat in the back of an unmarked vehicle with dark tinted, bullet proof glass windows. It looked more like some big company CEO vehicle entourage more than a president's procession, which made Joon-hwi relax a bit more. There were people out there who still wanted to shut him up. Even though the military had covered up the incident as a hiking accident, he wasn't supposed to survive. There were rumors that members of his Spartan unit were either paid to keep quiet or threatened with death, and even had accidents of their own. He could very well end careers for the top brass amongst several units and put countries like America on a watch list.

Technically though, Joon-hwi was off the hook aside from the President's immediate administration who wanted to protect their positions with his reelection. It was the same political game the opposition played year after year, trying to attack one's personal character rather than the policies that made the nation better. The people who possibly devised this plan against President Han didn't want the world better. Their operations and businesses were being disrupted by his policies against human trafficking by making more laws and called for harsher sentences. They'd changed tactics to make the public believe President Han was being too harsh. They were politically driven to gaslight the people into believing their softball punishments and child abuse were something the public needed. Men who raped children were given slaps on the wrist if they could pay the family, and the girls made to appear like they seduced them. Sick or poor parents could receive help with their children, eventually handing them over to an underground sex ring for an envelope of money that would make someone's troubles go away for at least a little while. The vulnerable were always eaten up by vicious predators who came to them like sheep and saviors. It was an industry that had always been around since ancient times, growing, adapting and smarter each generation that had come to pass. International, organized and secretive, always having a demand. Providing the supply was getting trickier, so evil preyed on the trend of over sexualized and the purposely confused. President Han and others could see through a weaponized pattern to lawfully acquire human assets, for no purpose other than to supply sexual deviants with whatever they desire. Throughout the world there had always been young bar girls available for pleasure. It was known but never spoken about; that foreigners cost more than the domestic picking of young girls because men wanted exotic for their erotic fantasies and to feed their egos. Over the centuries, a gisaeng has always been a gisaeng for upper class. It was widely known, however, there was no longer just a preference for females because men could be ladies now, too. The supply of humans had only expanded and grown. President Han's campaign to eradicate such monsters from his beloved country was not one he'd ever win. He believed his daughter might be enslaved in one of these trade circles. President Han would soon learn it was his son, and that his daughter was no longer alive. Yet, she was saved from years of torment.

When President Han went looking for his son, he'd made it clear to his staff he only had begun his political career to acquire the right connections to locate his family. Finding them as they were—broken, unable to remember, made him reconsider giving up his title. The power and authority he righteously gained from the citizens; he wanted to keep. It was selfish, but the people he answered to also deserved to be protected. For now, Joon-hwi was surrounded by security detail and an investigation team that included his twin brother. He could sleep just a bit easier, but it was not going to be peaceful. President Han was unaware of Geon-woo's mind or what happened to him after they were separated.

The car ride was quiet aside from the road noise and the car's turn signal. Joon-hwi's thoughts were also wandering like his father's. He couldn't understand how this man with all his connections ended up finding him only now. Joon-hwi was given a single clue—Geon-woo witnessed their sister's murder and was kidnapped like him. The ache in his brother's voice haunted him – why didn't you find us? You could have found us. They'd been placed so completely hidden; it took even the most high-ranking individual years to locate them. But he could have found them. Why didn't he? Why can I not remember having an ability and the moment I turned it off? The moment I was no longer home? Where are all my memories?