Classic Yoon

Two weeks prior
“Thanks for the ride, Tommy” Hector said, having stepped out of the car to head into the subway
“You 说 你 needed to get some train tickets. It was the least I could do”
Hector and Tommy had driven out to the subway, Hector having made up his own plan for getting out of the Falcone family. He was going to get a train ticket for him and Ernesto, get out of the city as far as they can, and hopefully get Frederick if he could. He stepped down the stairs toward the bottom looking for the ticket stall down below, his cigarette in between his lips and his 涂层, 外套 over his shoulders...

(A/N: Ummmm so pretend all dialogue is in Korean for the sake of my sanity... mkay thank you, enjoy 阅读 what my 2AM self could come up with.)

Amsil, North Korea

“You should be grateful we’ve kept 你 and haven’t sold 你 for those three cows that man offered!” A short, older woman 由 the name of Chaewon Park yelled, her grey bangs that had gone unwashed for days disheveled and messy. Her plain white dress was stained and had multiple tears to them. It was clear she was one of the many neglected people living in the outskirts of a country under tyranny rule. “You repay your own family...

~Four Months Prior~

Hector and Ernesto were sitting at the ice cream parlor that Hector and Ernesto had regulated a lot when he was a kid. Not a spot that they had gone to in a while. Hector wasn’t sure what it was that Ernesto would need to clear his head, but he knew it wasn’t something that could be simply eased. Seeing a child die, killing her and her mother, all because someone told 你 to. For Hector, that was all his life was for. That was what he was told ever since he was part of the Falcone Family. If he was told to kill someone, he’d do it. But Ernesto, he was different. He...

[Los Angeles, California.]

“Ehhhh???? Why so many ‘there’s’?! It’s same thing!” With one swipe of her arm, Kyung-ha sent the sheets of paper on the 表 flying in uncontrolled directions. Her nose wrinkled in frustration, glaring at the page where she had scribbled in the wrong 答案 to her husband’s English worksheet.

George sighed, excusing himself from the 表 to pick up the mess Kyung-ha made. He returned to his 座位 and pointed at the error Kyung-ha made. “Now let’s go over the rules again, shall we?” He gave an effort of a smile while watching his wife stubbornly...