Code of Conduct

PART 5

Butcher Ahn snored so loud, it practically shook the entire boat he was sleeping on. He was covered in bottles of expensive and cheap alcohol, discarded cigarettes, wrappers of chips and of course—a butcher knife. He was a former hitman for the Jeons whose choice of weapon was a butcher knife, hence the name he made for himself. Jungkook knew he wasn't always a drunk. Being a hitman, sobriety is a must. It was an important job and hitmen were regarded with much respect in the mafia life. Of course, they weren't as important as the boss or underboss—but they were definitely treated as though they were a made man. Butcher Ahn was no exception. He was one of the best in the field.

Yet as Jungkook looked at him from the end of the dock, he scoffed. He grabbed the steel bucket filled with ice water beside him and poured it on Butcher Ahn who immediately woke up and fell on the water. Jungkook threw the bucket aside and lowered himself, meeting the crazed gaze of the former hitman. "Get out of the fucking water." He said, tone low.

"Are you fucking stupid?!" Butcher Ahn yelled, flipping the boat as if it weighed nothing and hoisted himself back on it.

Jungkook stood back up, slipped one hand inside the pocket of his gray slacks. He waited for the former hitman to get on the dock and once he was on the platform, Jungkook realized how much he had changed. The Butcher Ahn he remembered was someone who wore a custom made pinstriped suit, a cigar always hanging loose in between his lips, and carried himself with so much confidence that made him look indivisible. The man before him was none of that. He wore a stained white shirt, ripped jeans and a pair of black muddy boots.

"What the fuck do you want, huh?!" He yelled once more, a look of rage deeply etched on his face.

"I have questions I need answers to." Jungkook stated, walking closer to the former hitman.

"I don't give a shit about your questions." He spat—the spit landing just close enough on Jungkook's shoe.

Jungkook felt his blood boil but he kept his demeanor calm. "Are you forgetting who you worked for, Butcher Ahn?"

"It definitely wasn't you!" He grunted, scoffing at him.

Jungkook knew that Butcher Ahn hated him. Why? He didn't give a single fuck. Jungkook never cared about who liked him or who didn't. It didn't matter anyways, especially for a man like him. He placed a hand on Butcher Ahn's shoulder, his intense gaze meeting the former hitman's equally intense gaze. Jungkook smiled but there was no joy behind it, at least not the kind of joy normal people smiled about.

"Come with me and we'll see about that." He patted his shoulder before making his way towards the small house at the end of the platform. Jungkook opened the door, gesturing to Butcher Ahn to enter. "Come on, I brought you a surprise."

"What the fuck are you doing?" The former hitman questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Taehyung, bring out our surprise." Jungkook said and slipped his other hand inside his pocket. He watched Butcher Ahn's expression change when he realized what—rather who—the surprise was.

Jungkook learned from a young age that fathers had a soft spot for their sons. It was subtle but it was there. He experienced it from his own father and now, he was seeing it on Butcher Ahn. Taehyung placed the young boy on his knees. Butcher Ahn came running but stopped when Taehyung handed Jungkook his gun and the underboss aimed it at the young boy's head.

"Take another step and your son's brains will cover this entire floor." Jungkook said, raising an eyebrow at the former hitman.

"Yeonjun..." Butcher Ahn called out to the crying boy whose hands were tied behind his back and a gag placed around his mouth. The ex-hitman averted his gaze at Jungkook. "What do you want?"