Why am I like this?
Description
Just Taemin rambling on in his head about his new life. A life with Choi Minho.
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Crack (???), fluff, sliceoflife and mpreg (maybe)
Rated: PG-13
Taemin's face half of the time throughout the story:
Minho, although he's done with his random-, high on sugar, other-half:
Foreword
THE AMOUNT OF DISRESPECT.
I should have guessed. Of course he had to be one of the stuck up rich idiots. Who was I even trying to convince when I said yes to marrying him like I was being asked for a bar of chocolate??? Right, maybe if I noisily turn my back on him he'll learn a lesson on crossing the very obvious line – It's like an imaginary line you ran across the middle of the bed, you dumb – SHUT UP BRAIN – and did you tell Minho of this 'obvious line'? – I, well, a wise man knows?????
I, so obviously told him that I don't like him and have nothing to do with his disgustingly expensive self – But you barely said 2 letters in his presence because you were so goddamn shy – at least we ed. Don't know how that worked but why am I wasting my time talking to my stupid brain when I should be SACRIFICING HIS TOE TO SATAN FOR CROSSING THAT LINE!?
Oh by the way, it's called a wedding night (Note to God: I need a refund, I didn't ask to be put in this dumb boy's body), it wasn't a one-night stand for you to casually say 'we ed'.
-_-
Anyways moving on.
In case you're wondering about what the am I on, it's a bed. I am on a freaking bed. (No, it isn't crack. But I wish I was because I might as well have been high instead of witnessing this crime!)
And Choi feaking Minho has his toe, OH NO, NOW IT'S THE ENTIRE RIGHT LEG. I AM SO SUING HIS LEG FOR TRESPASSING.
[ A/N ] It isn't a story. I don't even know what to call it?? I basically wanna unleash my inner crackhead and type it out for the world to see :)) So I might as well make Taemin play my part because boy be feasting on ants and crayons all his life :^) Also, it's, in no way, going to contain proper story layout, it's just Taemin talking to himself ft. brain-senpai. Of course he'll tell you when he's sitting, standing, ting or breathing but yeah, it's just a crackfic. IDK HOW ELSE TO EXPLAIN IT. I hope the foreword somehow helped?? So yeah.
Also, I wanted to write this privately but I like to make myself suffer so here we are :--) Hope you like this over-the-top crack-y fic!
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