Law School Crossover Hidden Identity FanFiction Series

Chapter 18: House of Horrors

Headquarters was bustling with extra undercover detective-office workers in the front clandestine business. They were assistants to the Investigative Team Five, but as Joon-hwi followed Min-joo and his twin, while Min Tae-in kept his distance behind him; he wondered if any of these men or women could be compromised. Who was watching him for someone outside the team? Could any of them be spying on the team's movements? He hadn't felt safe since he was pulled into the secret military meeting and threatened—ordered to take out the Prime Minister along with other foreigners.

It was probably a natural reaction, not to trust. Joon-hwi felt eyes on him from every angle. His entire world had changed. Joon-hwi just learned his father was the president of his country, and he had lived for a time in America along with his mother who was quite mentally ill if not outright abusive. But there was something tugging at him ever more. The blurry image down the hall, just out of sight, from his memory. The little girl had to be his sister, but the man, he didn't feel as if it were the grandfather he watched his twin run to. The man's body size was different than the slenderer grandparent he remembered. The man could've gained weight. There was no timeline for things from his childhood within his memory bank. No way to reference or confirm anything, just yet. But during the meeting, they'd hoped to get a clearer picture...

He looked ahead as his twin turned back eyeing him just before they entered a small utility closet and came to another door. Geon-woo had split himself but had yet to fully develop Han Ki-ju. He was a work in progress as Geon-woo remained distant, and still present. Geon-woo had been shown and learned things that made him want to stand guard over his body but disappear into the darkness once again. He was torn in between like he was on any case that he shared with his alias, Ki-ju. It was normal for him to wear Ki-ju's skin and still try to maintain himself somewhere during an undercover sting. It was all normal—this feeling.

The space in which he sat watching and observing was within the space inside the inner world. Geon-woo had been able to leave the dark crumbling side of the attic after Ara opened him up to her world. He didn't venture far though. He'd only made it into the room next to the walled-up attic where the shadows and the little boy used to reside. He sat in a chair just in front of the dark hole he'd exited, feeling and hearing the outside world along with voices of unknown chatter at an even greater distance, coming from downstairs and the open attic door. Geon-woo could see himself sitting in the chair in the side attic room and walking through the undercover office entrance to headquarters. He was sitting at a control tower of sorts, managing to keep an ear out for his alters while puppeteering Ki-ju to move his body. He wasn't entirely here or there. He was Ki-ju and himself.

Geon-woo pushed Ki-ju to step in front, opening the door for Min-joo and held it for Joon-hwi and Tae-in, leaning on it comfortably. Ki-ju was made to look right through them as they passed. Geon-woo didn't need the attention. Anyone could probably see; he wasn't quite himself. He could already sense that Ki-ju was forming his own opinions of everyone and everything, especially the identical twin.

I really fucking hate him.

Or were these thoughts his? There was something that plagued Geon-woo as he listened to Ki-ju; a feeling that he was a mixed bag of scrambled thoughts and undercover identities he portrayed over the years, tasked to participate in a dangerous ancient 2D game from the 80s with multiple players and the most basic single player hand controller. All of it seemed like one long dream. Maybe he was injured and in the hospital again, unable to regain consciousness.

Joon-hwi returned his brother's stare as he crossed the threshold into another hallway. He wanted to pull his twin aside and have a long private conversation, secluded from everything. Reveal all the secrets and memories—everything he didn't know existed right in front of him, splintered and scattered between all the parts his brother had created. He wanted so much to just lock them into a room no one could get in and they couldn't get out. A space where the two of them could battle it all out.