Gi's P.O.V

December 21st, 2018

"His father isn't part of Bangtan." I scoffed, questioning how naïve this boy could be. I pressed my black and gold pistol against his ribcage, my index finger itching to pull the trigger. "You know, it's been almost two whole years since I've used this beauty... Would you like to be the first victim after so many years?" A wicked smirk forming on my face as I looked at his petrified and clammy state. "You'd be able to feel its sharp bullets rip through your skin."
"N-N-No!" He quickly objected, his chest beginning to quickly rise and fall. "I'm... I'm g-good!"
"Then stop asking stupid questions. If I, even for a second, see one of your so-called men near my son, I will murder you and your entire gang without reservation. I'll make sure one of your men will stay alive to tell the tale of how a woman, killed off such a 'big and bad' mafia gang." I threatened, anger radiating off of me like the sun radiates its rays during the summer. "Since, for some goddamn sexist reason, you men find it so difficult to accept that women can do what you all do and, sometimes, we do it better than you."

"I think women can do any mafioso's job, I'm not sexist, I swear!" He whimpered, more tears slipping from his eyes and falling down his porcelain cheeks. "I-I'll make sure to tell The Forsaken to leave you both alone! I promise..." He lifted his hand up and using his pastel rainbow sweater to wipe away all his freshly fallen tears.
"You spill information and give in too easily, Kid. Fun fact; that's what gets you killed." I bluntly chastised, pulling my gun away from him. "I'd quit if I were you, Chul. Change your name, hairstyle, and phone number. Maybe, even move out of the country with all of your family, if they're still alive..." I smirked, putting my gun away in my white Chanel purse before buttoning it closed. "If I were you, I would to the States and get a job at a 7-Eleven or McDonald's. There's also a bunch of good and yet cheap apartments in the States. They have a lot of restaurants and gas stations you could work at." The train station came into full view as people walked in and out of the large train station.
"We're here, you don't have to pay," Chul mumbled as the taxi slowly came to a stop, in front of the train station's main entrance. "I might take your advice, Ma'am. I'm the shame of The Forsaken. I-I really hope you and your son stay safe... Well, as safe as any of us can be with all the mafia gangs sneaking around." He weakly smiled, causing me to raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"You really thought, I was going to pay in the first place?" I asked, looking at him in utter disbelief.
"Yeah, um... Now that I think about it, it was kind of stupid of me to assume that." He shyly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment. I lightly shook my head, softly chuckling at his embarrassment.
"Goodbye, Chul," I stated, picking Haneul up as I heard his soft sniffles fill the humid air. I opened the door, slamming it behind me before Chul could even say goodbye. I set Haneul down next to the taxi as I quickly grabbed his suitcase out of the trunk before grabbing his hand and walking towards the train station.
"You naughty, naughty boy..." I hissed, my jaw clenching slightly as I harshly picked him up in my arms. He quickly wrapped his small arms around my neck as his cries began to fill the air, causing people to look our way.
"You little brat, what did you hear?" I asked, getting no response, but his fearful sobs growing louder. "Shut up or people will assume I hurt you." A woman looked at me with disgust, her eyes telling me I should be a better mother. I wanted to yell at her and tell her to mind her own business, but it would only upset Haneul even more.

"M-Mummy, why did you threaten the driver man?" He hoarsely asked, using his small hands to wipe away his tears that continuously fell down his chubby little cheeks.
"I was only talking to him, Haneul. I gently reassured him, wanting nothing more than for him to stop his pathetic sobbing. "You're taking the whole situation out of proportion." I used my free hand to drag his light blue and purple suitcase behind me as I held him securely with my other hand.
"I'm sorry, Mummy..." He whispered, resting his head on my shoulder as he wrapped his short little legs around my waist. "Will Haneul still be able to call Papa?"
"Mummy forgives you, but you'll have to make it up to Mummy," I muttered into his ear as I pulled open the front doors of the train station and walking into the crowded place. "And I'm still deciding if you deserve to call Papa, you haven't been much of a good boy tonight..."
"What does Haneul have to go to make it up to Mummy?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled against my shoulder.
"When I buy us tickets for the bullet train, you have to be quiet and obedient, okay?" I asked, setting him beside me, so he could take my hand and walk beside me.
"Okay, Mummy." He gave me a soft smile, his caramel brown eyes looking into my dark chocolate eyes. His smile was exactly like his father's, an adorable heart-shaped smile, even his eyes were the same color as his father's.

'Did he even inherit anything from me or is he f**king a mini-version of his father?!' I pondered, tightly holding onto the handle of his suitcase.
"Good boy!" I beamed, shaking the upsetting thought from my head. I gently patted his head as he took my free hand in his much smaller gloved hand. "Hold on tightly, so you don't get lost or taken." I gripped his hand, not wanting to lose him in the crowded train station. If I did lose him, Hoseok would kill me... And when I say kill, I don't mean metaphorically. I mean he would physically take his pistol and shoot me until I died. He may not seem like a harmful man, but when it comes to Haneul, he is very protective and nothing will stand in his way if his little boy was harmed.
"Mafia gangs could be anywhere... They're like f**king ants; easy to kill, but there's always more of them." I mumbled under my breath, glancing around, from time to time, to see if anyone was watching us.
"Haneul?" I asked, making sure he was paying attention to his surrounds. I quickly looked down at him, only to see he was dancing around and softly whispering the lyrics of a random hip-hop song that played on the speakers of the train station. "You're just like your father."