Villain kids

14

The Isle kids—plus one newly acquired Jaemin—were lounging in Donghyuck and Sungchan’s room, casually chatting about everything and nothing, when the door finally creaked open.

Jisung stepped in.

Hyuck: “Sooo... what happened?”
The purple-haired boy arched a brow, curious, expectant. Jisung sighed dramatically.

Jisung: “He’s a beautiful soul and I won’t be the reason he falls for someone who can’t return it. That’d be wrong. But I will be his friend.”
He locked eyes with Hyuck, stubborn fire behind them.

Hyuck: “Ugh, fine. But we need details, Sungie.”
He grinned, already folding his legs beneath him to listen like it was storytime.

Jisung: “Okay, okay. I found him after searching for ages. He was mad at first, obviously. So I told him Jeno’s actually a good guy... shared a couple Isle stories, made a few jokes. He chilled out. Asked if he should apologize, and I told him—it’s his call.”

Before anyone could react—

Jaemin: “You’re like... so adorable!”
He leapt off the bed, ran straight to Jisung, and began aggressively squishing his cheeks.

Jisung: “Hyungg! Stooop!!”
He flailed like a noodle but couldn’t escape. The Isle kids erupted into laughter, used to Jisung's hatred of skinship and Jaemin’s sudden affection.

Jeno: “Okay, Jaemin. I think he gets the message.”
He chuckled, gently helping Jisung out of the squishy situation.

Jaemin finally let go and skipped back to the bed, looking entirely unbothered.

Hyuck: “Okay, Jaemin. I told Mark to get you some new clothes too, and I’m gonna enchant them—basic protective spell stuff. No stains, no bugs, no tragic fashion incidents. Starting simple. But if you want... I can test a color spell on your hair first.”

Jaemin: “Oh my god, please. I’ve always wanted dark hair. Or pink. Anything but this boring sand-colored mess.”

Hyuck: “The spell picks the color itself, so... brace yourself.”

Jaemin: “I’m ready.”
He squared his shoulders dramatically and smiled, trusting.

Hyuck: “Hair, oh hair, what will it be? Fair or dark, let us now see.”
He pointed left, right, then down. Jaemin's head followed obediently.

The moment he dipped down and popped back up—gasps echoed around the room.

Sungchan: “It worked!”

Everyone stared. Jaemin rushed to the mirror, saw his reflection, and lit up.

Jaemin: “I love it!”
His hair was now a deep, shiny black, a bit longer too—and it framed his face like a dream.

Jisung: “It looks really good on you.”

Sungchan: “It really does, Jaeminie.”

Jaemin: “Thanks, guys. Especially you, Donghyuck.”

Hyuck: “No, thank you, Jaemin. For trusting me.”

Jaemin: “I’m good at reading people. I could tell you wouldn’t screw me up on purpose.”

Hyuck: “Damn... okay.”
He laughed, slightly flustered, clearly not used to compliments that earnest.

A sudden knock startled everyone. Eyebrows rose all around.

Sungchan stood, walked to the door, and cracked it open. A royal stood there.

Sungchan: “Oh. Prince Mark... what do you need?”
He offered a polite smile.

Mark: “Is it okay if I come in?”
His voice was calm, careful. Sungchan glanced back into the room, silently checking for any chaos that needed hiding.

A flurry of motion—blankets thrown, books stacked, magic stuff shoved under pillows. Then nods.

Sungchan: “Sure. Come in.”

Mark stepped inside, eyes widening just slightly at the room’s fullness.

Mark: “Oh, everyone’s here. And Jaemin—hello.”

Jaemin: “Hey, Mark.”

Hyuck: “What do you want, your majesty?”
He smirked, voice laced with teasing.

Mark blinked, flustered but keeping his cool.

Mark: “Uh... I heard Sungchan and Jeno left class without permission. Not trying to be a buzzkill, I swear. But you’re here because of me—and technically under my responsibility. So I need to know if everything’s okay… with you and the teachers.”

The Isle kids didn’t know how to respond to that level of... genuine care. But Jaemin stepped in smoothly.

Jaemin: “There was a small argument between me and Chenle. They just wanted to be there to make sure things didn’t get messy. I told them to stay, but they insisted. They didn’t do anything wrong—except maybe how they told the teacher.”

Mark: “Oh. I didn’t expect that. That’s actually... really nice.”
He smiled, then turned to Jisung.
“You had to go to the nurse’s office, right? Are you okay now?”

Jisung: “Oh, uh... yes, I—uhm...”
He stammered, panic rising.

Hyuck: “I went with him. We got a bit turned around, so I just brought him to his room and told him to rest. He’s fine now.”
Smooth save. Jisung nodded quickly, relieved.

Mark: “Good. Just remember, next time you can come to me. I’ll help—so you don’t have to stress after class. Sound fair?”

Sungchan: “That’s very kind of you, Prince. Thank you.”

Mark: “I also brought the new clothes—just left them in the hall. I’ll drop them off and go so you guys can keep doing... this.”
He smiled awkwardly, already turning to the door.
“Oh, and Donghyuck—can you come to my office after class tomorrow? If that’s okay. Just a few school things to discuss.”

Hyuck: “Uh... sure. But I have no clue where that is.”

Mark: “Right. I’ll wait outside your class and walk you there. No pressure, just school stuff. Promise.”
He smiled, soft and reassuring.

Hyuck: “Alright then. See you tomorrow, Princey.”
He winked, adding a cheeky grin. Mark, visibly flustered again, quickly turned.

Mark: “Okay—have a good day, everyone.”
He dropped off the boxes, waved, and made a swift exit.