Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 4

I'm woken up by what sounds like crying. At first I think I'm still dreaming but once I've allowed my eyes to adjust to my surroundings I spot Yoongi sat on the edge of my bed holding something in his hands. "What the fuck are you doing in my room, and what is that in your arms?" I questioned, pulling up the duvet to cover my less than fashionable grey pyjamas.

"It's a baby," Yoongi deadpanned, rocking his arms in an attempt to stop the baby crying. It was hard to believe such an ear piercing sound could come from such a small being. I rolled out from under my duvet to examine it closer.

"It looks like a potato with eyes," I grimaced, I'd never liked babies or children. They were just so irritating. In their eyes there's no such thing as noise levels, nor did they understand the idea of personal space. Yoongi let out a subtle smile, "It's Jimin's."

"Jimin has a baby!" I exclaimed in shock. Actually the longer I thought about it, the more it no longer surprised me. I stared over at the baby that continued to cry in Yoongi's arms. Annoying little shit, I guess he takes after his father.

"You're going to look after it. That's what girls do, right? cook, clean and look after babies," his face distorted into disgust. "You're a misogynistic asshole, you know that right?" I replied, with a cold stare.

"Just take it before I throw it out of a window." Yoongi shoves the baby into my hands before I could complain. Yoongi got up to leave but I grabbed hold of his arm preventing him from walking away.

"You're an adult, go look after yourself." Yoongi ripped his arm from out of my grip, continuing to make his way towards the door. I lay the baby down on the bed gently, despite what I thought I would never hurt it, and follow Yoongi out of the door. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Yoongi hisses when he realises the baby is no longer in my arms.

"You can't force me to do anything." I place my hands on my hips, standing my ground. "You're so fucking difficult. You are lucky I can't kill you," Yoongi spoke after a while, walking back to my room to retrieve the baby. He reappears moments later with the baby in his arms outstretched in front of him. While Yoongi put the baby in its room I got dressed out of my pyjamas and in to something a little more presentable. I'd stopped caring about my appearance since I got here but I still grimaced every time I looked in the mirror.

"Follow me," Yoongi appeared at the door before he disappeared down the hallway. I almost trip over my own feet trying to keep up with him as he took long strides down to what appeared to be a basement. Rows of knives hung from the walls in all shapes and sizes, some possessing large blades whilst others just small pocket knives. "Here," Yoongi thrusts one of the smaller knives at me, so the blade is only inches away from my face. My natural instinct was to step back away from it. "You're scared of a knife?" Yoongi laughed lowering it slightly to a less threatening stance.

"Shouldn't I be?" I questioned almost humorously.

"A knife is only dangerous if the person holding it is." He shrugged placing the knife in my hand as he reached to the wall to grab a slightly larger one. It was a weird philosophy that he had but I couldn't deny the truthness of it. Yoongi faced me again, this time with a knife in hand and I just stare at him confused about what we were supposed to be doing.

"Try and hit me," Yoongi beckoned with his hand. Using my free hand I created a fist and swung out at him but he immediately ducked.

"With the knife dipshit." He rolled his eyes as I felt my cheeks blush in embarrassment. Was this some sort of test? Was I actually supposed to try and stab him? I thrust forward with my knife aiming at his chest. As I did he moved to the side and I fell forwards slightly. He holds me up and lightly presses the point of his knife into my back. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but enough to tell me it was there.