Villain kids

7

Jisung blinked, head tilted like a confused puppy.
Jisung: “So... let me get this straight—you two wanna join our friend group?”
The hesitation in his voice could’ve tripped over itself. Was this real, or a setup?

Chenle beamed, far too innocent.
Chenle: “Of course! You guys are so cool.”
That smile was sunshine and suspicion rolled into one, and it made the four isle kids squirm.

Hyuck: “Listen, Chenle darling.”
His voice was silky—too silky. Caring, even. Terrifying.
“If you hang with us, you’re gonna get in trouble.”

Jaemin: “What if we want to get in trouble?”
The words came out calm, collected—and totally unhinged. The group froze, staring at him like he’d grown horns.

Jeno: “...Why?”
Leave it to Jeno to ask the obvious, deadpan.

Jaemin shrugged, expression calm but words loaded like a dagger.
Jaemin: “Here at Auradon, there’s too many rules. Too much glitter. If I followed in my dad’s footsteps, I’d have stolen the throne already, worn cooler clothes, lived a better lie. But no—I’ve got a crown-shaped leash on. So, if you guys have a plan to shake this place up? Count me in.”

Sungchan: “Why do you even wanna be evil?”
His brows furrowed, all innocence and curiosity.
“And Chenle, wouldn’t Kun kill you?”

Chenle scoffed.
Chenle: “Please. Mom’s protective, yeah—but he wouldn’t kill me. Probably just ground me for a decade. Honestly? I’m still salty at Cinderella for not following one simple rule. If a princess can disobey my mom, why should I be the teacher’s pet just ’cause I’ve got fairy blood?”

Jisung: “So... you really wanna help us ruin this place?”
His voice was careful, like he was tiptoeing over a trapdoor.

Jaemin: “I just wanna live a normal freaking life. So yeah. I’m in.”
Chenle: “And I know exactly where to start.”

Hyuck’s smirk sharpened.
Hyuck: “I’m listening.”

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Later that Night

Auradon slept under a blanket of stars, the castle silent except for the chirping of enchanted crickets and the occasional owl on guard duty. No fairies. No janitors. Just moonlight.

Six silhouettes, dressed in all black, crept from the castle—quiet as shadows, quick as secrets. They met by the edge of the road, cloaked in bushes and adrenaline.

Chenle: “Follow me. I’ll explain more when we’re farther out.”

Sungchan: “Got it. Let’s go.”
Their footsteps were ghost-quiet, dashing through the dark toward rebellion.

A few breathless minutes later, they arrived at a hidden garden, gasping and grinning like misfit fugitives. Petals glowed faintly in the dark. Everything felt electric.

Hyuck: “So?”
One eyebrow arched with curiosity and trouble.

Chenle: “Because I’ve got fairy blood, I’m the only one who can open the museum. The necklace mom gave me—it’s the key. Once we’re in, we find your parents’ relics. Steal what you need. Make chaos.”

His eyes flicked to Jeno—and suddenly, he blushed. Looked away.
Everyone noticed.

Hyuck: “Awh, look Jeno! A fairy’s into you~”
He teased, voice like syrup, earning a dramatic frown from Jaemin.

Without warning, Jaemin slung an arm around Jeno’s shoulder like he was claiming a prize.
Jaemin: “Pretty boy here is mine, little one. You can take one of the backup giants.”

That made three boys cough on air and the fairy bristle like an angry kitten.
Chenle: “You can’t have him.”

Hyuck snorted, laughing into his hand. The two “good kids” bickering over a villain? Iconic.

Jaemin: “Sorry, fairy. You don’t always get what you want.”
He winked, then let go of Jeno and walked over to Hyuck, linking arms with the purple-haired instigator.

Hyuck: “I like you.”
Jaemin: “Thanks, hun. Don’t really hear that often.”

Jisung: “Okay, lovebirds, hate to interrupt the chaos courtship, but we do have a mission.”

Jeno: “He’s right. Chenle, you’re up.”

Chenle stepped toward the museum’s towering doors, slipping off his necklace with a practiced flick. A faint glow pulsed in the scanner—and with a satisfying click—the doors creaked open.

Chenle: “Let’s get this started.”