Villain kids

4

A loud, violent alarm tore through the air, waking every soul in the building—and four particular ones on the Isle with a collective groan.

Hyuck: “It’s 6:30 in the fucking morning. I just fell asleep—what the fuck?!”
He sat up, hair a tangled mess of chaos and rage. Across the room, his roommate sat calmly on his bed, hair perfectly styled like he just stepped out of a shampoo commercial.

Hyuck: “How the hell is your hair already like that?”
Sungchan: “Hair masks every two days. Setting spray at night. Moisturizes, seals it in. But babe… yours looks like it fought a thunderstorm and lost.”
Hyuck: “Yeah, yeah, shut up. Get dressed. We’ve got school.”

With visible reluctance, they pulled on their school-issued outfits.

Hyuck tugged a purple oversized sweater over his head, then yanked on his black pants decked with chains, loops, and purple boots that made a clank sound with every step.
Sungchan, on the other hand, wore a sleek blue button-up under a black jacket, dark blue pants, and shiny black shoes.

Sungchan: “Not my usual style, but not… horrendous.”
Hyuck: “Why do I have to wear this blanket of shame while you get a normal outfit?”
Sungchan: “You look adorable in it.”
Cue death glare.
Hyuck: “I will throw you out the window.”

A knock on the door interrupted the brewing fashion homicide. The two exchanged a glance. Who the hell would knock this early?

Hyuck opened the door slowly—standing there was a boy he hadn’t seen before.

Hyuck: “Uh… hello?”
??: “Good morning. Fairy Godmother sent me to make sure you’re awake and ready. She also asked me to get the other two, but I only got your room number…”
Sungchan: “We can get them. Not to be rude, but… who are you?”
Chenle: “Chenle. Fairy Godmother’s son. Nice to meet you.” He gave a polite little smile.

Hyuck: “Nice meeting you. You can go now—”
Chenle: “Oh, no no. I have to show you where to go. You didn’t get your schedules, right? So I’ll take you there. Then I’ll vanish, promise.”
Sungchan: sighs “Okay, let’s go.”

The three walked in silence down the hallway. Not awkward—just… ten shades of tension.

Chenle: “So… you’re Maleficent and Ravenna’s sons, huh?”
Hyuck: “Yeah. We are?”
Chenle: “Must be nice. Having everyone know you. Fear you. Power...Respect you…”
Sungchan: “What power exactly?”
Chenle: “You know. The kind that makes people shut up when you walk into a room.”

Hyuck: “We don’t care what people think.”
Chenle: “Sure, but still… it must feel powerful. I mean, I’d kill for people to even notice me.”
Hyuck: “Listen, fairy. Our ‘power’ belongs to our parents. Not us. And guess what? They didn’t bother giving us anything. So if you’re romanticizing our bloodline—don’t.”

Chenle: softly “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to strike a nerve… I just… wanted to talk.”
Sungchan: “We don’t hate you, uhm… Chelne?”
Chenle: “Chenle.”

Sungchan: “Right. You’re the first one, besides the prince, who didn’t treat us like we’ve got fangs. But give us time. We’re not exactly social butterflies… especially not Hyuck and Jeno.”
Chenle: “I get it. But seriously—if you ever need anything, I’m here.”

Hyuck: “Touching. Now shut up, we’re here.”

He knocked on a door and glared daggers at them both.

The door creaked open. Jisung appeared—hair wild, pajamas still on. Jeno stood behind him shirtless, only in his pajama pants.

Jisung: “Why are you here.”
Hyuck: “Why aren’t you dressed.”
Jeno: “Are we supposed to be?”
Sungchan: “School, dumbass.”
Hyuck: “We’ve got a fairy with us who doesn’t treat us like radioactive waste. So let’s not make him regret it.”

Jeno: “Fine. Five minutes.” He started to close the door.

Chenle: “Make it three or you’ll be late.”
Everyone paused.

Jeno: “Do you know who I am?” He stalked toward Chenle.
Chenle: “Son of Jafar, yeah, yeah. What’ll you do—steal my virginity?”
Everyone’s jaws dropped.

Jeno: smirking “Not bad. You can stick around.”
Chenle: “Maybe.” shrugs
Hyuck and Sungchan just stood there—shooketh.

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Ten minutes later (because no one ever listens to deadlines), the four were finally dressed.
Jisung rocked a white button-up with a black jacket, red tie, black shorts, white boots, and red laces.
Jeno had a black shirt, wine-red leather jacket, black pants, and sleek brown dress shoes.

Hyuck: “Why the hell am I the only one in a fucking sweater.”
Jisung: “At least it’s comfy, sweater-boy.” eye roll

The group finally started walking toward class, Chenle guiding them like the polite chaos ambassador he was.
The silence this time? Way more tolerable.

Sungchan: “You’ve got a bite. What’s your deal? Didn’t mommy wash your mouth out for saying ‘damn’?”
Chenle: “Oh, she did. Fairy Godmother acts like everyone’s mom. But I am nice. I just also have… a dark side. And I don’t show it around royalty.”

Hyuck: “That’s dumb. Be yourself. Always.”
Jeno: “If you could change anything right now, what would it be?”
Chenle: “Hmm… I’d dye my hair black. I’ve always wanted to. But Mom says I look better with light hair. I’d also wear pants like Hyuck’s—ripped, chaotic, amazing. But Mom says it’s ‘unruly.’”

Sungchan: “He says that?”
Chenle: “Oh, yeah. Fairy Godmother’s technically a he. Everyone just calls him Mom because… well, he is the mom-friend.”

Hyuck: “Okay, I have a question that might sound so wrong, but I don’t mean it badly.”
Chenle: “Shoot.”
Hyuck: “Are our parents’ magical stuff… on this island?”

Chenle: “Yup. Locked up in the museum. Only the King and Fairy Godmother have access to it. And—oh hey! Look! Prince Mark’s already here.”

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