─ lee know's condo

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *With the rushing period of the awards behind them, Minho was finally able to find a moment to be home. His idea of a day off though involved running errands, cleaning house, and taking Mingyu to the park until the kid played himself out*
*with the sun set behind him, and Mingyu in bed, he could finally kick back. The luxury of it all, was that he could do it with Yongsun. She'd unfortunately drawn the short straw on the red carpet, and incapacitated as she was, he wanted to care for her*
*he started so by carrying two, freshly homemade milk teas (tapioca pearls and all) to the couch where she rested*
Hello *he repeats for the umpteenth time that evening, handing her one of the cups and taking a seat on the cushion next to her*
How's the foot feeling?

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@◈ im nayeon⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ *it'd been a while since Minho had opened himself to any new romantic relationship. Which meant that choosing the right thing to wear to this outing with Solar was the most important thing to him in that moment*
*Mingyu was no help, dragging around one of his work ties like an emotional support blanket, with an empty apple sauce pouch in the other hand*
What about this, Gyu? *he holds up a shirt to his chest to model it for his toddler*
Do you think this fits appa?
Gyu-ahhhh? *but the boy was disinterested, sharing his tie with one of the cats*
Oh god... Pray you favourite noona comes quick... *he sighs, both hands falling to his hips*
*she should be arriving any second... he /had/ sent the 911 distress call after all*

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@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *it was a slow motion cream pie and not the kind that ended up making you feel real good and proud of yourself for 3 seconds. A full face of icing, with globs now dripping off his chin*
*he's gobsmacked for all of 3 seconds. The scenario so hilarious that even his son has torn his eyes away from his favourite cartoon to gawk at his father*
Quyen... You better not be attached to that outfit
*that's all he prefaces with, spooning up icing from his face into his fingers and whipping it over the counter in a full frontal attack on his friend's blouse*
Tada! Look! You told me to just make art and relax that one time
*points* There's my work of art!
Maybe I really did just need to get divorced to feel creative ! *and he launches another handful of icing, having needed to clear away his nostrils when he snorted in some cake crumbs by accident*

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ You're /so/ making it weird!
*she counters with a laugh, meticulously cutting the excess outer frosting away from her cake and plopping it into . merely a guest in a family home, she turns her attention to her phone—silently laughing at a text from Chrystal and shooting a response back. she's watching a sent video of TOP and Sogum standing off—from the former's point of view—when you return and spares a very judgy glance up when you start making the worst eating noises known to man...just in time to have a fingerful of frosting coming her way. it's made contact before she can react and she lets out a surprised little squeak before just staring, blinking in awe at the gal, the audacity. without a moment's thought, she unceremoniously shoves the plateful of frosting into your face. the frosting stays for an extra second after she lets go, before falling to the counter with a pathetic slap causing a bark of laughter to escape her, fingers gripping the plate to giggle behind*

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*Mingyu has already devoured his cake, smudges of icing and crumbs smeared along his red cheeks and fingers*
*Minho hasn't even found the time to take a bite of his own when he spots those messy hands about to smear against the beige couch*
I'm not making it weird!
*he shouts back at Quin, damp cloth weaponized in hand. He rushes over to his son, scooping him up with a genuine roaring laugh, nuzzling his face and necks with onslaughts of attack kisses, as he lands him in his lap*
*the remnants of cake smear on him in consequence, but he throws all s to the wind tonight*
Cheeky boy! Did you eat any of the cake?
*he teases, wiping at the sausage fingers and his pudgy face* One more episode of your show, and then we start getting ready for bed, understood?
*Mingyu gives an absentminded nod, fully fixated back on the tv now that he's cleaned up and no longer distracted*
*another quick kiss to his son's cheek, and Minho uses his cloth to clean himself up while returning to Quin*
I'm gonna eat my cake now
*scoops up the plate, diving his fork into it with a big mouthful. He shoves it down his gullet, loudly to dramatize his adoration of the celebratory cake*
Mmm! Delicious! What better way to finish this long over due moment?
*impulsively, he dips a finger in the icing on the standing cake still on the platter, and shoves it onto Quin's nose before she can react*
Thank you.

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ Booo, you're no fun
*complains, despite already being a good child-friend's friend and parsing a small piece into an even smaller piece by only taking the top layer and plopping it on a plate. she gives herself the remaining two-layer piece before cutting a normal sized one for you*
Aigoo, you even procrastinate celebrating. Now everything makes sense
*she heckles jokingly, settling into a lean against the counter, one slippered foot crossed at the ankles over the other while watching the sweet exchange. you equally cloying acknowledgment of her deed prompts a sour expression, her face screwing up in a cringe*
Euuugh, don't mention it and make it weird. Just- shut up and eat your cake
*complains with a laugh, shoving the forkful of cake already in her hand into his mouth and replacing it with the remaining fork to finally have a bite herself*

@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *Minho joins in among the celebrations, throwing his hands in the air to mirror Quin and his son, cheering*
*he spreads out the three small plates, reaching into drawers for cutlery they can use*
Yeah, he can have a small - *pointedly looks at Gyu* piece
Otherwise he's gonna get too hyper before bed
But it's a special occasion, Gyugyu!
*he's patient himself, unlike the bouncing boy next to him, waiting for his friend to distribute the slices of divorce cake*
Should we toast before digging into our cakes?

"No, cake now," Mingyu pleads.

*out of pity for his impatience, he takes the kid's spoon, and the cake with the smallest slice, bringing a small tray with long legs they use for living room eating with him as he guides the boy back to where he'd been playing earlier*
You can have your cake in here
*he dotes lovingly, taking an elastic to tie the fringe out of the boy's face, kissing his forehead, and taking off back to Quin*
I'm kind of touched that you're throwing me a divorce party

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ Nah, it's for me.
*deadpans immediately before grinning and lightly wiggling the confection in her hands, careful not to drop it. after agonizing over various cake choices, she's utterly pleased at the positive reception and breathes a sigh of relief before being a little dramatic about all the time taken to blow out the damn candle—just because it's on brand, just because she can*
Yayy~
*cheers once it's done, setting it safely on the counter top again just in time to welcome their third party-goer*
Cake!
*parrots, tossing both hands slightly in the air before grabbing the cheap plastic cake knife that came with the order to make the first cut*
Can he have cake?

@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *while there was still all the mailing back, finalizing, notarizing all that fun stuff left to do, this felt like the seal on a package that should've been returned long ago*
*the cake is a welcome distraction, catching him off-guard with the candles and everything*
What's this? A cake? For me?
*around the flames of the candles he can read the curling writing, his lips twisting into a smile
New life, no wife!
I love it! *in order to not stain the precious documents, he pushes them back in the envelope, peeling off the adhesive tape on the lip and sealing it officially*
Voila. We can send this off later
Oh shoot - I should blow the candle out -
*he closes his eyes quickly to make a wish, and with one puff, blows out the candle*
*a tug at his pant leg makes him look down, spotting a curious Mingyu*

"Cake!"

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ There you go, 'atta boy
*praises quietly, a grin resting on her lips once the first signature is down
she's always on guard just in case you decide to chicken out at the last second, and so she stands in a half leaning position—hands lightly gripping the edges of the counter to support her form while she tilts her head here and there to see around your hand as you write. still very much in her young and dumb era, or at least at the very edge of it, it's a little strange to be here for a moment like this but she honestly can't imagine doing anything else with her weekend night because it's for such a good cause. as the pen makes its final mark, she bounces lightly on her feet before hooting in celebration once the words of confirmation leave your lips*
Whoo hoo!! Good job~
*praises again, quickly going to get the cake set up—which she would have done sooner in retrospect, but que sera sera. after stabbing a curly multi-colored candle in the center of the chocolate cake, she lights it, and ferries it around to your side of the counter while singing the congratulations tune*
Congratulations on your divorce, Lee Minho~ blow out the candles and make a wish

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@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ Alright, prime time television *clicks the imaginary remote in Quin's direction*
Turning that off
*the pen he's passed dances between his fingers, lower lip victim to the nervous chewing he was prone to*
*Quin's squeeze lingered on his knuckles*
*he tugs the papers closer an inch, leaning over the counter*
*with a slight squeak, the pen scratches along the first line, his initial marked with a pointed dot to the page*
One signature down... A million to go
*internally groans at the numerous tabs remaining. Minho only needs to take one look around at the new life he's built for himself: the messy condo in tones of beige, his new friend supporting him across the counter, the balloon and cake she brought next to them, and his son. His beautiful son who had never gotten the chance to know his mother*
*they would never be a family*
*and that, more than anything, is what drove him to keep signing each page, marking his initial between signatures*
*until finally, the last page, was finished, and he stood before a fully complete divorce contract*
Heol.. That's it.
That's all of them.
I'm divorced.

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ You have to do things that scare you sometimes
*quotes sagely, walking around the counter to settle on the opposite side from you. she watches you flit over to baby proof the situation before smiling and leaning on both elbows against the counter*
The very envelope
*cosigns with a slow nod, and amused huff leaving her*
These are them. And you are about to sign them.
*grabs the nearby pen and puts it in your hand, her own linger just a moment longer to deliver a supportive squeeze*
You got this, friend. A few pen marks and it's over, for the better

@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *he narrowly avoids the helium filled gift as it lunges at his face by the hand of Quin, laughing it off with a wave of his hand*
Yeah yeah... Momentous and not at all terrifying
*his hand hovers above the manila envelope. Mingyu makes a dinosaur noise in the living room and Minho crosses the quaint condo space to turn on the tv, pushing the volume high enough to muffle their words without deafening them*
*with Octonauts playing in the background, he could finally relax a teeny bit*
Okay *claps his hands together*
That's the envelope there... That big old envelope. Fresh envelope. Not last month's...
*he plays with the string on the seal, groaning internally. In his anxious rush to rip open the parcel, he breaks the string, shoving it to the side to get the legal document out*
*tabs on the right side indicate where he'll need to initial and sign, his almost ex-wife's signature distinguishable on each marked area adjacent to the blank line reserved for him*
That's it. These are the papers.

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ You're welcome!!!
*matches the little tyke's energy, though at a normal volume. once again lowering herself to unbuckle and remove the glitzy shoes so she can leave the foyer and join everyone else*
That's cool
*responds, slipping into the shoes and shuffling into the kitchen*
Of course I had to make it a whole party, this is momentous!
*grabs the balloon itself to bat it towards you, aiming for your face*
This is huuuge~ Do you wanna see the cake? No- I'll wait until you've done the deed
*grins, rubbing her hands together*
Let's not stall anymore, yeah? You have your cheering witness

@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *the nuance wasn't lost on Minho, and he rushed in to alleviate the load in Quin's arms, taking the balloon-cake combo without a single peak (making a show of it by closing his eyes for the first few steps) and setting it to the counter*
*behind him, Mingyu stands in awe as the world's cutest t-rex appears before him in plush form. His chubby arms grab it instantly, hugging it to his chest with a bright, toothy smile*
What do we say?
*Minho chastises lightly from behind, coming to his son and placing a hand on his head*

"Kamsahamnida!!!!!!!!!!!!" the kid screams from the top of his lungs, but with the welcome distraction of his gift, he's back to the living room to play with the toys he'd pulled out before the Queen's arrival*

Don't mind him. He'll be going to bed soon. Please, come in.
I bought new guest slippers just for you *he points to the bright blue pair with the little yellow crowns on the tops*
You didn't have to make this a whole party, though! This is really too much!
*and he's back to the counter, fiddling with the ribbon on the balloon* I like this balloon

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ Thank you~
*does a little twirl before inching her way past you while minding the goodies*
Ah, ah, no peek-
*crouches to Mingyu's level when he speaks up and boops his little nose*
Not for you. Thiiiiiis
*stalls while reaching into her canvas bag, a balancing act that successfully results in a dinosaur plush being revealed*
Is for you! Tada~ Isn't it so cuute?
*ruffles his hair before slightly gesturing with the cake-balloon arm*
These are for your appa and he should be a gracious host and relieve me of them—without peeking—so I can take off my shoes


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@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *the ringing bell is a saving grace, and for once, Minho out matches his son in terms of energy, racing to the door with the not so toddler anymore child*
*the kid's hands hit the door first, but Minho takes the takes to lean in to view the camera image, snorting a laugh at the sight of the kicked up leg*
Wow -
*unlatches the series of locks, gently nudges his son back, and swings the door open*
Now that is a divorce fit if I ever saw one
*nods with an appreciative look, completely missing the show-piece that were the shoes in favour of the cake and balloons*
What's all this?

"For me!" Mingyu squeals, hands up to Quin.

@◈ lee minho ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ *strides up to the door as if Kakao Map didn't just send her walking on a wild goose chase around the area. after shifting the cake box to nestle under the balloon-holding arm, she rings the bell and makes sure to get right up in the camera with a grin*
Lee Minho, open uuuup
*shuffles back so the cam gets a full body view, doing a little pose before raising one leg like an influencer showing off the shoe portion their ootd—Azalea Wang embellished Annie platforms, if you even care*
I wore heeeels just for you, so let me in!

@◈ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ *he was pacing back in forth in the condo, throwing himself from the kitchen to the living room while Mingyu happily occupied himself with some of his many toys laid out on the floor*
*his bed time approached soon, he should have said a different time so that he could put the kid to bed... Ah well. It was too late now, it was already 6PM*
*Where was she? Minho mutters to himself, going back to the kitchen where the divorce papers taunted him from their manila envelope on the counter*