"When we have kids," Junmyeon convinced you, pointing around at the fluffy grass terrain with one hand as the other kept its perpetual grasp around your waist, "they can play here, and you can watch them from the living room window." 

You didn't have kids, though; after all, you were just 24, and Junmyeon was only your boyfriend (for now). But it was a cute thought. And a cute house. And he was very, very cute.