"We're not talking about entertaining your noona. Really? We're talking about everyone! All the readers will like this."
Key: "Shit! Why you gotta show me that? You're always right."
(As Minho walks away . . . muttering "Of course.")
"Dear GOD! If I have to drag these kids away from this 'daddy' pillow one more time I'm gonna kill me some twins . . ."
"YAH! Where the hell are you going? We just started."
"You finish . . . We've only got the room for two hours. I got more babies to make."
Key: "What did you do to her? She's been locked in the bathroom for 3 hours already."
Minho: "It wasn't my fault. She's your crazy wife."
Key: "I'm never letting her babysit your kids again."
Minho: "What's wrong with my kids? They're great."
Key: "They're monsters."
Minho: "MY KIDS ARE MONSTERS? Have you checked on your little brat lately?"
Key: "Oh shit! He was here a minute ago, I better go find him."
Minho: "Go on . . . get the hell out of here. (I hope to God they're using birth control . . .)"
Sorry to have put you through that. The husbands get carried away sometimes when they have too much responsibility. Next time, we'll send it off to a professional 'blogger'.
The reality is, one half of the writing team WAS babysitting for several days, and all stories ground to a halt. As you can see below, all is now well in the 'MinKey' bro-mance department.
Thanks for staying faithful . . . The Chairman's Daughters.