Placing the small party hat on top of Minseok’s head then turning to do the same with his own, he got the baby along with himself bundled up and ready to travel outside. Taking a side eyed glance of his phone on the now repaired counter top he picked it up scrolling through for Minho’s number and humming to himself starting to text.

“Yeobo, mian darling I know it’s your birthday and all but you might have to cut things short, I need your help down at your ahjumma’s shop. I promise to make it up to you next year, arasso? Don’t be sad.”

Pressing send he felt quite bad for sending such a false text, but it was all he could do not to reveal anything to his husband, who wasn’t easy to fool so he still had no clue if the other would believe him, not with the way he’d been acting earlier. Clucking his tongue he called the sweet ahjumma letting her know that he and Minseok were on their way to the little restaurant. “Come on Seokie your appa is too bright for his own good, we’ve got to get going.”

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