Villain kids

12

Jeno: “Oh—hi, Jaemin... you have math?”
He approaches with his usual confident stride, all cool and calm until he sees him—the blonde that’s been living rent-free in his head. The swagger dies instantly.

Jaemin: “Uh... yup. Wanna, uh, be my seatmate?”
And there goes his confidence, vanishing like a magic puff of smoke. Sungchan, towering beside them, bites back a laugh behind his hand.

Sungchan: “Sorry, honey. Jeno’s sitting with me. But you’re welcome to warm the seat in front of us.”
He smirks, already claiming his spot as Chaotic Neutral incarnate. Jaemin frowns.

Jeno: “Sorry, Jaem. We kinda made a deal—the four of us always stick together in class. But I’ll sit with you at lunch? And maybe the library later?”
He slides into the back row beside Sungchan. Jaemin sighs and flops into the seat in front of them.

Jaemin: “I’d like that... thanks.”

Class drones on, the kind where no one’s really listening. But slam!—the door flies open like it owes Chenle money. Everyone freezes.

Chenle: “Na Jaemin, I need to talk to you.”

Jaemin: “Uh, Chenle? We’re in class.”

Teacher: “Chenle, sweetheart, why aren’t you in uniform? And what is the meaning of this?”

Chenle: “Please, sir. I need to talk to Jaemin—just for a minute.”
Surprisingly, the teacher gives a small nod.

Jeno: “We’re going with them.”
The teacher raises a brow.

Teacher: “Gentlemen, you can’t just—”

Sungchan: “Do we look like we ask for permission?”
One flash of that smug grin and the class is collectively GASPING. The three boys walk out without a care.

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Outside the classroom:

Jaemin: “What’s going on, Chenle?”
He crosses his arms, posture sharp, tone cold—but Chenle’s trying to stay composed.

Chenle: “You’re rude. And what you did? Really mean.”

Jaemin: “I’m sorry... what?”

Chenle: “You don’t just kiss someone. You knew I liked Jeno. You did it to tick me off.”

Jaemin: “Whoa—hold on, fairy boy. I didn’t kiss him to mess with you. I kissed him because... because I’ve wanted to for a long time.”
His voice is quiet now, less defensive, more real.
“I like Jeno. Not for show, not to get to you. Just... because he makes me feel like I’m someone worth choosing.”

Chenle: “Well I like Jeno too. And I want you to stop acting like he’s your boyfriend.”

Jeno: “Chenle... I’m sorry. But... I do like Jaemin.”
That one sentence hits like a curse. Two figures skid into view just in time to hear that part.

Hyuck: “What’s happening??”
He’s panting, eyes wide. Jaemin can’t even answer. Chenle’s frown deepens, eyes watery—but he doesn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

Chenle: “You know what, Jaemin? Fine. Have him.”
His voice cracks just slightly.
“Good luck getting the wand without me. I’m done helping. Goodbye.”
He turns, back straight, steps brisk—but the sadness in his eyes lingers like a stormcloud.

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Silence.

Five boys, frozen in stunned confusion.

Hyuck: “Okay so... he was, like, a really crucial part of the plan. That’s... not ideal.”
His voice slices the tension. All heads snap to him.

Jeno: “This is all my fault...”

Jisung: “It’s not, hyung. He’ll forgive you. And he’ll see that... maybe he deserves someone who’s not caught between two people. He just needs time.”

Sungchan: “Okay, Mister Therapist, got any more ideas?”

Jisung: “...No?”

Hyuck: “Actually, yeah—Jisung, you go after him.”

Jisung: “ME?? Why me?! I don’t even know where he went!”

Hyuck: “Track him. Calm him down. Bond with him. New plan: We’re gonna make him fall for you.”

Jisung: “Hyuck, he likes Jeno. You can’t just make people fall in love like it’s—”
He pauses. “Wait. You have a potion, don’t you?”

Hyuck: “Not yet, but I can make one. You just need to soften him up a little. Be his friend. Get him to trust you. We need him, Jisung.”

Jisung: “Fine. But if I feel like I’m hurting him... I’m done. Deal?”

He pokes the inside of his cheek, his “I’m serious” face on full display.

Sungchan: “Go. Time’s ticking.”

And with a huff and a sprint, Jisung runs off after the boy whose heart just shattered like a dropped spell bottle.