"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one apologized for making me this way."
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In a twisted way what happens when a blue-eyed beauty falls from the heavens and makes a big splash in the lives of the Crooked Star's crew and t...
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
Jimin tore his head away from the window and to the door that slowly creaked open revealing a dark figure's clawed hand that curled around the side.
"Monster!" And incomes the child, stuck to a tired-looking Yoongi's leg.
"No, not monster, you're the monster, kid." Jisung gasps and slowly peals away from the older, strolling up to Jimin who was looking as wonderful as ever. This time, instead of what Jisung would identify as a dress, Jimin was in tight black pants, with a white blouse and a corset that cinched in his wai-.
The child has made contact with Jimin.
The king stares down with shock-filled eyes, looking from the hand pressed against his crotch and then back to the child, then Yoongi.
"JISUNG!" The pirate was read to rush forward and grab the thing but he yanks his hand back when Jimin's hand reaches for the same part on the child's arm. Jisung quickly realizes he must have done something wrong, but he bursts out laughing, poking his finger into the prisoner's cheek.
"You, you are one bad kid." Yoongi's eyes snap up and he yanks Jisung behind him.
"Ya don't get to speak to him like that!" Jimin raises his brow and jerks his head slightly before picking it up; a crack echoes, but Yoongi remains motionless.
Jisung clutches the back of the older's shirt and peers from behind his friend. "You talk funny. Why don't ya talk like Yoongi?"
"I talk fine, ya brat! Go! Go to the courtyard." Jisung pouts and slaps Yoongi's leg, causing the older to turn quickly on his heels, the child yelps, and scrambles to run to the door.
"Ar sees ya there, matey!" Jisung speaks low and in a voice similar to the said pirate he was trying to imitate. The child curls his finger into a hook as the other covers one eye. Yoongi growls and grabbed the first thing he saw, a pillow from Jimin's bed, and throws it at Jisung who disappeared into thin air.
"Brat."
"Brat!" Yoongi looks up and squints just eyes. The word repeats like an echo and the tiny footsteps could be heard in the walls. Both Jimin and Yoongi move their heads in sync, following the sound around the room.
The king chuckles, a finger over his plump lips, drawing the servant's attention back to him. Jimin began to make his way to the wall next to the mirror. "I guess you don't li-" he shoots out his hand, half of his arm disappearing into the wall with a smirk. "Gotcha." He yanks a body from the space between rooms and drops him on the ground pillow that had been thrown earlier.
Jisung looks up at him, pouting and dust covering his tiny body. With crossed arms, he tries to kick Jimin's knees as the king lifts his foot to move but the oldest steps over him perfectly. Heading back to stand in front of Yoongi.
