You cornered Kwangmin on the way back to class. The moment Soojung left his side to go and talk to her friends, you jogged to catch up with him and fell into step beside him. Youngmin was right on your heels.
“Go ahead and save us seats, Youngmin?” you said, smiling at him in what you hoped was a pretty fashion. “I have to talk to Kwangmin.”
Youngmin looked between you doubtfully. “If you make her cry,” he said to Kwangmin. “I’ll kick you and I’ll push you over and I’ll put you in a headlock--”
“You’re about as threatening as a basket full of puppies,” Kwangmin said with a sigh. “Just go ahead and save us seats. Make sure my seat’s near Soojung.”
As Youngmin walked off, you placed your hands on your hips. “That’s what I wanted to talk about. You... flirting with Soojung.” You took a deep breath, trying not to sound angry. “You haven’t stopped talking to her or staring at her since you got here this morning.”
Kwangmin didn’t say anything. He looked at you as if waiting for you to continue.
So you did. “I guess I should have expected that you’d like her... boys always like her... but why couldn’t you have said something? I felt like such an idiot when you just started gazing at her like that... and why are you smiling? It’s not funny!”
“I’m sorry,” Kwangmin replied, hiding his smile between his hand. “It’s just you’re so gullible.”
“I thought it was pretty clever of Jeongmin to enroll here and push Minwoo and Soojung together the way he’s trying to. And then I thought if he can enroll that easily, why can’t Youngmin and I? Then when I heard we’d be sharing a class with you and Soojung, I figured I’d use the opportunity to lure her away from Minwoo.” Kwangmin shrugged. “Leaving the way open for you.”
Your jaw dropped. “All that flirting... was an act?”
You suddenly felt about as big as an ant. “Oh,” you mumbled sheepishly. “But Youngmin seemed to think it was real...”
“Welllll,” Kwangmin said, wrinkling his nose. “I didn’t tell Youngmin about the plan. He’d have blabbed it all over class. It was hard enough to convince him not to tell your entire class we’re angels.”
“But you could have told me. I wouldn’t have said anything.”
“Sorry,” said Kwangmin. “I don’t really know why I didn’t tell you.” He paused, then sighed heavily. “Actually, that’s not true. I do know.” He avoided your gaze, staring awkwardly down at the floor instead. “I was hoping you’d get jealous.”
“Me? Jealous? Why?”
Kwangmin cocked an eyebrow at you, looking up at you under his eyelashes. “It takes you so long to catch on,” he sighed, lowering his gaze to your lips and staring openly. The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks: this was the way Youngmin would look at you sometimes. The twins were different in a lot of ways, but apparently when it came to feelings for human girls, they were the same. They were the same in more ways than you’d realised.
“You can’t be serious,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. Actually, all of you was heating up. You tugged at your collar self-consciously.
Kwangmin opened his mouth as if he were about to reply, then thought better of it and closed it again. He was still staring heatedly at your lips. A heavy second of silence passed, then Kwangmin placed one hand on your shoulder and began to lean towards you, his eyes fluttering shut.
You did the only thing that made sense: you closed your eyes too.