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Gi's P.O.V

December 21st, 2018

I loaded my black and gold decorated 9mm pistol, leaning forward a bit in my seat as I pressed the pistol against the driver's ribcage.
"I'd be very careful how you answer my questions," I whispered, my voice icy and deep. "We wouldn't want a mess, would we?"
"No." He hoarsely answered, his knuckles turning white as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. "P-Please... please, d-don't shoot m-me." I looked up at the rearview mirror, only to see tears forming in his forest green eyes.
'He seems too young and weak to be apart of the mafia, but you never know...' I pondered, closely studying the teenage-looking boy as I watched his every move. 'I swear, these stupid Mafia gangs keep hiring younger and younger people, each and every year...' The more I observed the boy, the more he seemed like he couldn't hurt anyone, not even a simple fly. His flawless, porcelain features were soft and gentle, making him look somewhat more feminine than masculine, but it added to his harmless and innocent look.

He reminded me of those Chinese, porcelain dolls that would sit in an antique shop window, showing off its beauty to everyone who passed by. His forest green eyes were doe-like eyes, filled with such purity and innocence just like Haneul's eyes. His eyes were somehow still filled with that hopeful light, most people in the Mafia had lost. Their eyes dulling more and more with every mission and with bloody every kill. It's sad when you think about it, but it's just our way of life. Our way to survive this huge and scary world.
'Why would the mafia hire him? Well, I mean, they did hire Hoseok and Seokjin... Those two both easily scared of literary everything and they look like that can't hurt a fly... But I guess they did prove everyone wrong when they-... Never-mind, I don't wanna think about that right now...' I thought, quickly shaking those images out of my head before I continued to think. 'So maybe, the kid was forced? Maybe—Wait, why do I care? He's not my kid...' I nodded to myself, gazing at the boy's fearfully shaking figuring.
"What's your name?" I demanded, taking a quick glance down at Haneul, who was still fast asleep and curled up against my side. His dainty hands gripping my long black dress-skirt as I sat on the edge of the somewhat comfy taxi seat.
"Chul." He replied, his voice barely coming out as a whisper.

"Okay, Chul... Who do you work for?" I cheekily asked, pressed the gun further into his side, a wicked smirk forming on my face.
'I'm enjoying this too much...' I stated to myself, feeling a rush of excitement flood over me. I smiled as I felt adrenaline rush throughout me, my old addicted slowly coming back to life.
"I-I'll never tell y-y-you!" He exclaimed, causing Haneul to slightly move.
"If you wake up my son, I will not hesitate to blow your brains out," I growled, hitting the safety off my pistol. "Would you like to test me?"
"O-Okay... O-Okay, I-I'll tell you!" He panicked, stumbling out his words. "I'm with The Forsaken."
"The Forsaken, those losers? Wow, you fit right in with them." I sneered, earning a 'threatening' glare from him. "Okay, Buzzkill, I've been dying to ask two questions; how the hell are you in the mafia and why do you look like a teenager..."
"I... I, honestly, don't know." He weakly muttered. "And I am a teenager..." His deep voice barely coming out as a whisper as a sorrowful frown formed on his light pink lips.
"Whatever, I don't care about your sob story. What do you want with my kid?" I deflected my inquiry as I felt Haneul's grip tighten on my dress-skirt.
"We heard from a valuable source that his father is apart of Bangtan. Problem is, we don't know which of the seven men are his father, so we decided to try and find the kid. We only knew what he looked like from a few photos, so when your little boy climbed into the cab, his scarf fell down a bit. His face matches the pictures perfectly." He stated, gesturing to Hangul's Hufflepuff scarf that was still wrapped around his neck. "My boss told me, Bangtan had stolen a bunch of our best weapons from one of our main warehouses in Daegu. They killed a few of our men in the process around two months ago. Our boss wants revenge since they killed a bunch of his good men with kind and powerful families." His voice became lower as he talked and stopped at a red light.

I nodded, processing the information as the light turned green.
"You literally just told me The Forsaken's entire plan to kidnap my son... How naive are you?" I marveled, another smirk forming on my face as the frown on his face dramatically deepened. "Also, a tip of advice; stop trying to be imitating and spilling information. You're wearing a goddamn pastel rainbow sweater, no one's going to be scared of you..."
"That was rude of you. You, basically, insulted my entire being." He grumbled, taking a quick glance down at the GPS. "Talking helps calm me down when I'm scared... Anyway, do you want information or not? Because I'm sure you do since you still have that gun pressed against my side..." I sighed, running my free hand through my soft, black hair.
"Continue or I will not hesitate to pull the trigger. My trigger finger's starting to get a bit impatient..." I stated, having the sudden urge to jump out of the moving taxi with Hanuel, instead of listening to this annoying boy ramble on and on.
"O-Okay... Anyways, back to my story, which you so rudely interrupted... We had shot one of their men, he was shorter than all the others. I think it was Suga was the one we shot... I'm not quite sure, all of this was around eight months ago, so it's a bit hard to remember all of what I was told, but he should've lived. It wasn't that fatal of a wound." He paused for a second, thinking of what to say next.

"One of our men shot him in the shoulder, though, he did aim for the heart... The guy, the one who attempted to shoot Suga, has awful aim, but it's better than nothing, I guess..." He chuckled slightly, but I only felt my insides bubble with rage as he continued to speak. I may not be close with the boys, but they still treated me with respect whenever I came around, though, I knew they hated me for hurting Hoseok. I hated myself for hurting him too.
"We still don't know their real names yet, so we just use their fake Mafia names to identify them." He finished as I rolled my eyes. "Maybe, they just wanted revenge, but they killed all the guards at the warehouse around three months ago. All twenty-seven of them." His green eyes pooled with remorse as he paused for a second to regain himself. "I should've been there that day. I could've helped them in some way."
"Bangtan is one of the most feared and powerful mafias in all of South Korea, so what could you, a wimp, do against seven extremely skilled and intelligent men?" I asked him as I ran my fingers through Haneul's curly dark brown hair.
"I could've done something, anything at all probably would've helped them in some way..." He muttered, a single tear falling done his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away with his pastel rainbow sleeve.
"Is the boy's father from Bangtan?" He inquired as he glanced at the GPS that said we were only five minutes away from the train station.