"Shhh."

"Great, here's a list of excuses that i've already planned out so you can slip away from the restaurant with ease -- Your one-hundred and two year old turtle has just slipped into a coma and you need to be with him, Your ninety nine year old grandmother broke her hip while teaching a turbo yoga class and has to go in for surgery and you're her only emergency contact, You are the co-owner of niagara falls and the water has suddenly stopped flowing and you have to fly up there to assess the situation -- Should I go on?" Lips curving into a mischievous grin he continues on. "We definitely have an office, my friend! -- Although it's missing desks...and chairs, wi-fi...cable..BUT!- I have a mini fridge so that counts for something. The moving man should be here later today and I need to practice your signature for when he comes so I can sign off with your name--" He steps back, tracing the characters of hangul of your name with his finger. 

"Yes, I see how this could be a problem, hm." His excitement fades, bottom lip jutting out as he raises his hand to his chin, humming in thought just as he begins to pace in place, until he stops. "AH HA! I just came up with a great idea! --QUIT. YOUR. JOB.......JOBS... because this one is the only one you'll ever need! Trust me when I say this okay! -- Or don't! You can have three jobs-Look at you, Minmin! Three Job Johnson!" He chimes happily. "You can do whatever you want, I just need you to do this with me. It has to be you. It has to be, Lee Minhyuk. YOU." His eyes gleam. "Now, we only need one lovely assistant for the moment. I'm thinking four in total so we can have one for each season, ya know mix things up a little."