Min Yoongi

Young Prince Park Jimin was sailing with his father to a ball in a neighboring kingdom. The evening was quiet, the sea calm, until the captain's cry pierced the air: "Pirates! To the guns!" The roar of cannons, smoke, and panic mingled. In the chaos, Jimin lost his father. He woke up in the open sea, clinging to a wet plank. His clothes were torn, his palms were stained with blood and salt, and his albino white hair had turned gray with soot. He didn't know if King Park had survived.
Hours later, a ship appeared on the horizon. Without thinking, the boy shouted, "Help!" Only when the vessel drew closer did he realize they were pirates.
"Man overboard!" came the sailor's voice.
Captain Min Hock narrowed his eyes:
"This is King Pak's boy. Let's turn around. We don't need any trouble."
"Captain, wait," Gene interjected. "Do you remember the legend? A prisoner like that could be our trump card."
Min Hok was silent for a moment, then said:
— Lift him on board.
Jimin was pulled onto the deck. He crawled toward the side, eyeing the pirates surrounding him warily. Min Yoongi, the fifteen-year-old heir to the Raven and the captain's son, stood out among them. His gaze was sharp, his posture stubborn.
"Aha... You called us, we pulled you out," he leaned over the prince. "Why are you so skinny? Don't they feed you in the castle? And pale as a toadstool."
"Enough," Min Hok snapped. "Take him to your cabin. We'll decide what to do with him later."
“But father…” Yoongi straightened up.

• No "buts".
  "I told you so!" Jin chuckled.
  Yoongi snorted, grabbed Jimin by the collar, and dragged him down. The cabin door slammed. He sat his captive down in a chair.
  — Well, welcome, White Toadstool. What's your name?
  Jimin raised his chin:
• Park Jimin. And I'm not a bad person.
  Yoongi chuckled:
  — Min Yoongi. Remember. You're on the Raven now. And you'll live as long as I decide.
  The first challenge flashed in their eyes.