Plan of Action

 You could have sat there all morning badgering the two angels with questions, but one glance at your clock sent you hurrying across the room to where your school uniform was laid out neatly on a chair.

 “I have to start getting dressed! Uh…” You turned back to look at where Kwangmin and Youngmin were still sitting on the floor. Youngmin had fished your bra back out of the open drawer. They were both examining it now. “Excuse me.” Two pairs of eyes snapped to attention as you strode back over to snatch your bra from Youngmin. “Look, um… how exactly are you going to help me confess today? Are you going to give me tips on how to do my hair or something?”

 “Yes,” they chorused. “That’s Youngmin’s thing,” Kwangmin added, jabbing his thumb at his twin. “He knows all about human fashion.”

 “He doesn’t know that much,” you mumbled, thinking of how he’d been trying to stretch your bra over Kwangmin’s head just a second ago. Thankfully neither of them seemed to hear you.

 “But you can’t confess today,” Kwangmin said.

 You stopped in your tracks. “What?”

 “We don’t know what we’re doing yet!” he protested with a pout, suddenly looking every bit as childish and innocent as his twin. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with! You have to give us more time, we have to prepare.”

 You had spent such a long time psyching yourself up to do this and they were telling you to put if off.

 “Prepare how?” You asked.

 “We need to know our target better,” Youngmin said, miming shooting an imaginary Minwoo.

 “Listen,” said Kwangmin, perhaps sensing your discomfort. “Just give us a while to check things out, and set up a plan of action. We’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”

 Wow, you thought, looking at the pair of them. This could either go extremely well or extremely badly. Either way Minwoo wouldn’t know what hit him.