𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 
AS 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂

↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫

EST. 23RD JAN, 1998
IN REYKJAVIK, ICELAND.

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It was a normal day, in every sense of the word. The sun was in the sky, there was sand on the beach, and of course, he wanted to fuck someone up hella bad.

(It's not a normal day if he doesn't do that. That's Emil for you.)

Well. It was too late in the game to join the mafia or anything like that, so for now, he'd just do it his way. All he had to do was wait for his victim of the day to stroll into the picture.

He was finally on break. His family had come to a beachside hotel in Seoul – and currently, he was floating around in the sea like a dead corpse; his mother and father lying on the beach tanning; his sister was flirting with some really flustered girl she'd met on the beach.

Nothing seemed off. Emil was actually feeling relaxed for once. You know, forgetting he had a whole life ahead of him. And possibly forgetting that he didn't know what the fuck to do with it, either.

After around fifteen minutes lying on the surface of the water like trash, Emil decided he needed a drink. He was going to head back up to the beach when he felt something soggy and disgustingly warm hit him square on his nose.

Sand.

"The fuck?" He spluttered, dunking his head underwater to clean his face (which was now caked in sand). He appeared again to see the culprit (a squirrel-looking dude) quite literally, cackling at his antics, his little gang surrounding him. And oh, they were laughing, too.

There it was. His victim of the day.

"You think it's fucking funny?" Emil yelled, pissed. "I'll show you funny."

Then, without thinking a second time, he walked over to the squirrel dude.

"Hey, what the fuck –" He began. Emil shut him up with a glare and threw him over his shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.

"It was a JOOOOOOKE WHAT THE FUCK, PUT ME DOWN!"

Now his gang were staring, goggle-eyed. Emil marched up the beach and over the rocks overlooking the wild, thrashing ocean.

"I hope you don't know how to swim," Emil remarked.

And with that, he – for a lack of better words – yeeted the squirrel dude into the ocean.

Whatever. He could spend the rest of the day underwater (given he's able to breathe for that long, which he won't), throwing sandballs at sharks or something.

Emil could care less.

ㅡ 🌊 ㅡ 

If Emil thought he could go the rest of the day without seeing that squirrel dude again, he was wrong.

He was getting out of his hotel room only to get confronted by one of squirrel dude's friends (the one that strangely resembled a cat) almost the minute he stepped foot outside his room.

"I'm going to get straight to the point," the boy drawled, gripping Emil's arm, "do you want to join the Backbiter Pirates?"

"Can I go to eat dinner?"

"I asked you a question." The guy sighed, letting go.

"So did I." Emil retorted. He could practically feel the other guy's soul seep out of his body.

That's how Emil found himself ditching his family dinner to go eat dinner with squirrel dude's (his name was Jisung, apparently) pirate gang (and Jisung, the one he yeeted, was actually the captain, how atrocious). He was told that they were recruiting members for the upcoming Bon Voyage tournament and since he looked like he could (and did) fuck someone up, would he like to join the crew?

So Emil phoned his parents. The exchange went something more like "Yeah, we don't care if you do whatever, just don't get in trouble" rather than "no, the fuck, who'd join a pirate crew?", and it honestly didn't surprise Emil all that much.

"I guess I'm in, then." Emil hung the phone up and looked around at the current crew – Bang Chan, Jisung, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin. All of them still looked sort of intimidated (all but Jisung and Minho, to be honest) – serves them right. Perhaps that would make them think before throwing sand at random strangers' faces again.

(But then again, they gained him from it.)

He took the crew to his parents after dinner. His sister took an immediate liking to 'the short one with the arms' (Emil made a mental note) and his parents seemed to get along with the crew, as well.

And that was that, really.

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with 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎,
EMIL'S PARTNER IN CRIME

↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫

25TH OCTOBER, 1998
IN GIMPO-SI, SOUTH KOREA

🌊 KACCH4N 🌊