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Key’s heart nearly sank at the mention of the plane being delayed, of all the things to happen on his birthday surprise trip with his husband and son that would be it. Giving a small sigh he began to nod his head listening to Minho intently, at least his husband still tried his best to make everything go smoothly. God he loved him. “E-eh, since when could we bring that on the plane l—“Key trailed off with his mouth dropping in complete shock, sputtering to find the proper words, but he could. Right then he looked like a fish out of water, gulping at the air. “M-mwo?! Did you just s-say…Jet…Minho…..omo.. Oh my god!” he finally exclaimed the last three words in straight English, unable to help himself from the excitement. “First Paris, now we’re going to be eating Italian on a jet….Hold on to that steering wheel tight.” He warned leaning over to kiss Minho repeatedly against his cheek. He adored his husband to now end.

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