𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 ⁽ᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᶻᵒ⁾

³ brother's homeland

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soo-jin
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[italian, english, korean]

⠀⠀⠀⠀"OH MY FUCKING GOD." Imelda groaned, pointing at the two dead men below her. She took a step back when their leaking blood started to come near her bare feet. The girl was dead asleep until she heard rustling noises followed by loud bangs. She immediately grabbed her brassed knuckles from the nightstand and ran out, ready for action. All of that just to be disappointed. Her brother already had it handled. She yawned, tiredly rubbing her eyes. "It's too early for this shit."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Pack your things and get dressed." Vincenzo ordered. "We have to go."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Luckily for Imelda, she never had the time to unpack her things.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Are you sure that you don't want to ride with me?" Vincenzo worriedly asked as the two exited their plane. "I don't want you to get lost."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ "It's okay. I already called my friend and let her know that I'm here." Imelda smiled, feeling excited to see her friend for the first time in two years. "She's going to take me to my place so I can drop off my things."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ "You have friends in Korea?" He raised an eyebrow momentarily before his confusion doubled. "Wait– what place?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Hell yeah. I have plenty." Imelda scoffed. "And I googled your 'plaza'. I'm not staying there."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"But Mel, you know Pablo–"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I booked a nice hotel right down the street from the plaza." She rushed out before he could ruin her plans. "Plenty of security and I am just a speed walk away from you."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"With what money?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda sheepishly looked away, knowing damn well it was going to be his. "... No need to worry about that."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ "It's mine.. isn't it?" Vincenzo sighed to himself. "Whatever. I already texted you the address. Be sure to be there by–"

⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Excuse me."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ The Cassano siblings stopped walking, sharing a confused look before turning their attention to the airport security that approached them.