Code of Conduct

PART 10

Ten years later

Spending the majority of his time in a life that required him to always think and feel that someone was behind his back, Park Jimin gently placed the bucket of pig food on the piled up boxes beside him and took off his gloves. He debated whether or not he should turn and look at the man behind him or to stay exactly in his current position and let the memories of Y/N and the good times he had with the Min family be the last memories playing in his head as he finally met his demise. But when a familiar voice—one that he did not expect at all—rang in his ears, Jimin furrowed his eyebrows and looked over his shoulder. Even though he had been a recluse for over a decade now, he still knew some of the things that happened in his past life and one of those was that the very man who was standing before him had successfully killed all the other Dons of the five families in the city, established a new regime where he was now known as The Godfather. Standing before him was Jeon Jungkook.

Dressed like a Godfather and definitely not for the slaughterhouse, Jimin could see the distinct changes in the man before him. The last time he saw him, Jimin thought of him as nothing more but a spoiled brat who had deep possessive tendencies and a cold-blooded killer for the Jeon family. Now, he was older, broader, taller and more powerful than ever. Even from where he stood, Jimin could feel the exuding and menacing aura that Jeon Jungkook emitted even when he was just standing.

Jungkook approached him as he placed the gloves on top of the bucket, wiping his hands on the coverall that he was wearing. "I gotta hand it to you, Park. It was very hard for me to find you." Jungkook said, eyes wandering around the slaughterhouse before landing on Jimin's.

It took one look and Jimin already knew why he was here. He unzipped his coverall. "I was a caporegime for the most powerful family in the city once." He said it with pride because it really was something to be proud of.

Over the years, Jimin had repented. He didn't even know that it was possible for him to feel that. Everyday for the past eight years, Jimin had gone to the local parish and confessed all his sins to the parish priest, Father Han, and everyday he sent prayers to the people who were no longer here because of him. Jieun, Min Wangso, Yoongi and to some extent—Y/N. He knew he could never be forgiven. He knew that once his time was up, like the oath he took, his flesh would burn like the saint in hell but while he was still alive, while he was still breathing—he was trying to become a changed man. Aside from his daily confessions, all the possessions that he acquired from being Min's top and most trusted caporegime were either donated to charities and non-profit organizations and every month, he sent Minhyuck money anonymously.

It wouldn't magically erase his sins especially towards Minhyuck—robbing him off of his parents and family—but he did it anyway because it was the only thing he could do.

"One of the most," Jungkook corrected him, a slight edge in his tone. "I think living as a recluse has done some damage to your brain."

Jimin stepped out of his coverall and placed it beside the bucket, meeting Jungkook's gaze once more. He shook his head. "I don't agree. But to each our own."

"Then if your brain isn't damaged or if you aren't unhinged—you know why I am here." The Godfather took a step forward.

"If you're here because of Kim Seokjin, then I cannot help you. I don't know his whereabouts and I haven't spoken to him in years. You will just be wasting your time trying to squeeze out of me anything that is related to the consigliere." The corner of his lips tugged and a tired gaze shadowed his eyes. "So, if you're going to kill me, Jeon, just do it. I have been waiting for ten years anyway."

Jungkook nodded, burying his hands inside the pockets of his pants. "Ten years is a long time to wait for something inevitable, isn't it? How did you cope with it?" Jungkook took yet another step—this time, he was only an arm's length away from Jimin. He raised an eyebrow and smiled but it was anything but friendly. "Confessions?"