Villain kids

10

Hyuck: “Hey, sleepyheads. Rise and shine, chaos crew. Jaemin, scoot to your own room and Jeno—thanks for keeping my bed clean. Even if you two look criminally adorable cuddling, I need to change. So—scram.”

The purple-haired menace stood at the door like a grumpy cat, hair sticking out like he'd been struck by lightning and sarcasm at the same time. Both boys shuffled out in silence, cheeks pink from being caught.

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Their dorm was surprisingly luxurious—two plush beds with room for a third, an enormous wardrobe, dual desks, two vanity mirrors, and a cozy corner that looked perfect for scheming... or napping.

Hyuck stared at the space and frowned.

> This place isn’t bad at all. And yet here I am—once again trying to please my mother. Pretending to be a villain just to prove I’m like her. But even if I succeed… will she even care? Will it ever be enough?

Hyuck (softly): “This is so stupid.”

Sungchan: “Huh? What is?”

Hyuck flinched. He hadn’t noticed the taller boy behind him.

Hyuck: “Nothing.”
Sungchan: “C’mon, tell me. We’ve been roommates for like… one night. That counts for something. Plus, our moms were practically brunch besties.”

Sungchan flopped onto his bed, his limbs folding like a sleepy giraffe. Hyuck followed, sitting on his own mattress like it might bite him.

Hyuck: “...This is all just... so dumb. The people here are decent. The school’s legit. Everyone actually likes each other. But we’re here, pretending to play nice while planning to destroy everything. Just so our parents can get their moment of fear and power. We’d be turning this place into another Isle. And I hate it.”

There was a long pause. Sungchan looked at the floor, processing.

Sungchan: “You’re right…”

Hyuck (quieter): “But we have to do this. They’re our parents. We can’t just leave them trapped there, forgotten.”

Sungchan: “Also right…”

They sat in silence, the weight of their mission pressing down like storm clouds.

But then Hyuck stood, brushing invisible dust from his pants like he was wiping away the mood.

Hyuck: “Anyway—it’s our first day of real classes. Maybe we’ll meet some morons annoying enough to make this mission feel worth it.”

He posed like a fashion icon at war, decked out in black leather pants, a violet shirt tucked beneath a sleeveless blazer, high black boots laced to kill, and more chains than a haunted jewelry store.

Sungchan: “Bet.”
He rocked white jeans, a blue tee, a red leather jacket, and accessories like he robbed a pirate prince. He jingled when he moved. Fabulous.

Hyuck: “These clothes are everything.”
Sungchan: “Right? Way comfier than those Isle rags. I didn’t know clothes could feel like… clouds.”

They both cracked up, laughter echoing through the hallway—drawing some curious glances from other students.

Jaemin (snapping): “What are you staring at, huh? Never seen people laugh before? Move along, clowns.”

Hyuck and Sungchan turned just in time to see Jaemin chasing off some confused Oredon kids like a territorial housecat.

Sungchan: “Hey, Jaemin.”
Jaemin: “Freaking weirdos. Mind your own business.”

Hyuck (laughing): “Chill, Blondie. We love your feral energy in the mornings.”

He slung an arm over Jaemin’s shoulder as they walked together.

Jaemin: “What’s your first class?”
Sungchan: “Math. Me and Jeno both. Hyuck and Jisung have geography.”

Jaemin groaned, face immediately coloring.
Sungchan (grinning): “You’ve got math too, don’t you?”
Jaemin: “...Fucking hell.”
Hyuck: “Oh noooo, he’s panicking already.”

Jisung (joining in): “What’s going on?”

Hyuck: “Jaemin’s spiraling 'cause his first period is with Jeno.”
Jisung: “Oh. Yeah, Jeno would’ve skipped if he knew.”

Sungchan: “Anyway—we gotta run. Math’s down the cursed hallway.”

Jisung: “Catch you guys later.”
Hyuck: “Try not to fight anyone before second period!”