Ordinary

 You couldn’t get home fast enough. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the day you bolted from the classroom and sprinted home, almost knocking a few people over in your rush.

 “Sorry!” you shouted over your shoulder.

 It was only natural, how any girl with two living breathing angels waiting in her bedroom would be acting.

 You wondered if your angels would still be there in your room when you got back. Maybe you had dreamed all of it, though you couldn’t really bring yourself to believe that. Your questions were answered when, panting, you swung open the door to your room.

 There they were, the two of them sat on your bed. They’d found one of your magazines and were quite engrossed. Kwangmin, apparently fascinated by the horoscopes page, didn’t even look up when you came in, though you did get a little wave from Youngmin.

 “You’re still here,” you managed, gasping for breath. Before either of them could reply, you told them about Soojung and her bid for Minwoo’s affections. Kwangmin’s expression clouded.

 “This Soojung,” he said, putting the magazine down. “What’s she like?”

 You groaned, dropping your bag on the floor and slumping on the edge of the bed. “Oh, she’s perfect. She’s really gorgeous and popular and as if that’s not enough, she’s clever too. She’s always top of the class. All the guys are in love with her. You have to help me.”

 “You’re pretty too!” said Youngmin, smiling sweetly.

 You snorted. You had eyes. You had a mirror. You weren’t bad looking, all your features were in the right place and nothing was hideously oversized, but you were plain. Boys never noticed you. Even if they had, you wouldn’t have known what to say, or what to act.

 “I’m ordinary,” you said helplessly.

 For the first time, Kwangmin smiled at you. He had a nice smile, you thought. Gentle, sort of shy. If Youngmin’s smile was like a bright shining sun then Kwangmin’s was like the moon drifting out from behind a cloud.

 “We get to pick who we decide to help, you know,” he said. You looked at him blankly. “Out of everyone in the world trying to confess to someone they like, we picked you.” It took a few seconds for this to sink in. “You’re not ordinary, you’re not ordinary at all.”

 “We came up with the first step on our plan of action!” said Youngmin, pumping his fist. “We got the idea from this thingymajig here,” and he waved the magazine at me.

 “What is it?”

 Youngmin’s eyes sparkled with glee. “A makeover!”