Villain kids

50

The party unfolded like a soft dream painted in laughter and late summer sun.

Chenle’s master plan was a raging success.

There was enchanted limbo with a floating stick that occasionally raised itself just to bully Jaemin.
There was a relay race involving frog-hopping and screaming charades—Sungchan annihilated the competition with his long legs and unfairly charming dimples.

Donghyuck and Jeno were shouting over a magical board game that literally yelled insults when you lost a round.

“YOU'RE BAD AT THIS,” the board screeched at Jeno.
“IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO PRETTY,” it whispered at Hyuck.
“Wait, is this game flirting with me?”

Sungchan sat with a soft smile, sipping enchanted lemonade while watching Jisung and Chenle attempt to conjure popcorn using fairy dust.
It exploded.
They shrieked.
Everyone laughed.

Meanwhile, Mark, glowing and relaxed for once, was bouncing between bean bags, playing ukulele chords while some enchanted animals sang backup harmonies. Even the squirrels were vibing.

Jaemin and Jaeno—the chaos twins—somehow convinced a group to play magical Twister.
There were limbs everywhere.
Someone summoned a breeze to cheat.
Mark nearly fell over laughing.

Then—just as the sky turned dusky pink, and the party settled into that sweet golden lull…

A hush fell.

A tall shadow appeared at the edge of the field.

Lucas.

He approached slowly, hands at his sides, his usually confident frame hesitant—shoulders tight, eyes flickering from face to face.

Mark tensed. His eyes narrowed protectively, body already stepping forward.

But Donghyuck, calm and curious, reached over—fingers lacing through Mark’s—pulling him gently back.

“Let him talk,” Hyuck whispered.

Lucas stopped in front of them, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I… I came to say I’m sorry.”

Donghyuck tilted his head, waiting.

“What I said to you—it wasn’t me. Jungwoo blackmailed me. Told me to act like a jerk so you’d all freak out and make mistakes. I didn’t want to… but I didn’t know what to do.”
“But it was wrong. And I’m sorry, Hyuck. You didn’t deserve that.”

For a beat, the world held its breath.

Then Donghyuck gave him a quiet, small smile.

“I forgive you,” he said. “But next time, don’t let someone else make your choices for you.”

Lucas blinked, then—like a flipped switch—his whole face lit up.

“Really?! You do? Oh man—thank you! You’re the coolest! I knew you were cool but I was a dumbass—still kinda am—but like, you’re awesome!”

And then he was off—bounding toward the others, already telling Jaemin he looked like a majestic dolphin prince.

Mark turned to Donghyuck, shaking his head in awe.

“I knew he was a good guy… I couldn’t believe it when I heard what he said to you. I’m glad you two talked. You’re amazing, you know that?”

Donghyuck just bumped his shoulder with a grin.

The party winded down slowly. The moon peeked out, glowing like a shy guest.

Soft music faded. Some floated candles danced above their heads.

Then—

“WAIT—” someone shouted.

From behind the bushes came Jaemin and Jeno, breathless and hair askew.

Everyone stared.

“Seriously?” Donghyuck deadpanned. “If me and Mark can hold back, so can you two.”

Jeno coughed into his hand. Jaemin had no shame. “We were just exploring the wildlife.”

The group laughed until they nearly fell over.

Cleanup was chaotic but joyful—enchanted plates packed themselves away, and glittering streamers turned into vines and disappeared into the trees.

Jeno and Jaemin were the first to leave, arms around each other’s waists, giggling under their breath.

Chenle was next, wrapping Sungchan in a quick hug, high-fiving Donghyuck, and giving Mark a mock bow.

Then he turned to Jisung.

The younger boy stood frozen, pink in the cheeks.

Chenle reached up, tiptoeing, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then another.

Then another.

Jisung blinked rapidly, and just as Chenle leaned in again, he turned his head—capturing the kiss on his lips this time.

A blink.

A breath.

Then Jisung, blushing but slyly confident, whispered,

“Goodnight, my beautiful fairy.”

Mark and Donghyuck shrieked.
Sungchan clutched his chest.

“My baby’s growing up,” he sniffled dramatically, wiping a non-existent tear.

And just like that, the party faded into warm memories, laughter echoing like stardust in the trees.

The night ended with smiles, promises of sleep, and hearts that felt lighter than air.