“Moonbyul makes me unstraight.” Wheein says.

(yes I know unstraight is not a word but this is crack so now it is)

Yongsun raises an eyebrow. “Unstraight is not a word.”

“Well in this fanfic it is.” Hyejin counters out of nowhere.

“What?”

“Breaking the fourth wall.” Hyejin shoots a web out of her fingernail and flies out the window.

Yongsun helplessly watches as Hyejin flies into a dumpster.  She turns to face Wheein. “Unstraight -you mean bent?”

“If you mean bent by she can bend me over anytime then yes,”

“Wheein please just,” A headache begins to form. “Stop.”

“No u need to know that I am unstraight for Moonbyul.”

“The word is bent.”

“Maybe for u grandma but we live in modern society now.”

“I’m only 26.”

“Tell that to your 3 gray hairs on your head.”

“Wheein please”

“But yes I am unstraight for Moonbyul”

“why do u keep saying that” Yongsun whines.

“because she a hoe” Wheein picks up a hoe. “The gardening kind.”

“Is this really English?”

“no we don’t know English but the author cant write Korean and her audience might not understand Korean either so…”

“so are we speaking Korean… or English…”

“…I don’t know…”