Villain kids

5

Mark beamed as the group approached. "Guys! Good morning!" His voice was so bright it made the four immediately roll their eyes in unison.

Chenle, unbothered, gave a half-smile. "Take care, okay? And, uh, try to be nice. Mom gets weird when he's mad." His eyes scanned the area, not spotting the Fairy Godmother anywhere.

"Noted," Jeno replied with a small nod. "Join us for lunch later?"

Chenle blinked, slightly pink-cheeked. "I will. Thanks." And with that, he walked off, leaving them face-to-face with Prince Sunshine himself.

"Sorry for being loud-I just... always am," Mark laughed sheepishly. "Anyway, I hope you slept well. Looks like you're in the right uniforms. Anything you want changed?"

Sungchan, always the composed one, raised his hand slightly. "Could I add more accessories? Maybe pick them myself?"

Jeno added, tugging at his sleeve, "Yeah, I need a bigger size. My muscles are suffocating."

Then came Hyuck's voice, doused in drama and desperation. "Can I get out of this fucking sweater for fuck's sake-"

"Language!" a voice snapped behind them. They all turned to see a stern-looking man with glasses-clearly older, definitely judging.

Mark stepped in quickly. "It's okay, Kun. They just got here. Give them time to adapt."

Kun sighed. "You're right, Your Majesty. I suppose... Anyway, I see Chenle brought you on time-good boy. Was he rude to any of you?"

Sungchan flashed a charming smile. "Not at all, sir. We're already friends."

Kun blinked, expression faltering just a bit. "Oh... uhm... right." The idea of his son befriending the infamous Isle kids didn't sit well-but he pushed a tight smile anyway.

Mark nodded. "I just wanted to check in. I'll see what I can do about improving your uniforms. Thanks, Fairy Godmother-please take good care of them."

The four watched him walk away.

"...That was Fairy Godmother?" Jisung muttered under his breath.

Kun clapped his hands once. "Alright, children. Let's begin. Take your seats, please. First rule of Auradon: manners matter."

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The class dragged on for two painful hours. It was a blend of "bad vs. good" morality talks, awkward etiquette lessons, and Auradon history-which they mostly ignored. They passed the time doodling in notebooks, flinging crumpled papers, and pretending not to doze off.

Kun valiantly ignored most of it.

Eventually, he closed his book with a sigh. "You're dismissed. Head to lunch, and afterward, there'll be a basketball game. The school team is performing-maybe you'll be interested in joining."

"Basketball?" Jeno echoed.

Kun smiled thinly. "Fun to play. Even more fun to win. Now-off you go. You remember where the cafeteria is, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, we won't bother you anymore," Hyuck mumbled, standing with a chair scrape loud enough to make half the room flinch.

"Watch it, young man."

"Sorry." He grinned mischievously, already walking away as the other three followed.

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Once out of sight, Jisung whispered, "Uhh... where was the cafeteria again?"

Hyuck groaned and ran a hand through his already-messy hair. "Great. Even I forgot."

"What do we do now?" Jeno asked, looking around.

Sungchan scanned the halls. "Should we... ask someone?"

They all turned, searching for anyone even remotely familiar-but nope. No Chenle. No Mark. No friendly faces in sight.

Jeno huffed. "Alright, I'll just ask a random-" He stopped. The hall was empty. Echo-y. Suspiciously horror-movie empty.

"...Fuck."