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You panted as you finally stopped chasing him, stood in the middle of the bedroom space instead as you watched your blonde haired boyfriend flip through the pages of your sketchbook, a sketchbook you had dedicated specifically to drawings of him; drawings you had done while he wasn’t aware (while he was sleeping, absorbed in his phone or laughing with friends) and drawings from fan site photos that you had saved to your laptop or phone. Your face burned red as you watched him stare at each piece, his fingers barely touching the pages as he leafed through slowly.

“Because you weren’t supposed to know you idiot,” you slowly approached and took the slightly battered book from him and clutched it to your chest. “It’s just something I do sometimes, nothing special.”

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you in to his warm body, “draw me now? While I know you’re doing it.”

“Jeno...”

“Please? Just this once? I’ll never ask again!”

You drew your lip between your teeth in contemplation, loving drawing the perfect human currently holding you but at the same time nervous because you knew he has high expectations, nonetheless you let out a “fine” and walked to the desk where your pencils were, choosing your favourite one to sketch with and pulling the chair out so you could sit to face the male who was now sat on the bed with a grin from ear to ear as he waited eagerly for you to begin. The sounds of breathing and pencils scratching paper were the only things that could be heard, he watched as your brows furrowed in slight confusion, cheeks flushed a cute shade of pink from the argument beforehand while you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled like they held stars and dyed blonde hair falling gently over his forehead. The sketch was quickly completed, not wanting to spend too long on it because you were nervous at his reaction, and Jeno was soon hopping over to where you were sat. His smile growing wider and brown eyes glittering more intensely as he looked at the graphite marks on the paper, muttering about how talented you were and how much he loved it, taking a photo of the drawing and setting it as his home-screen (probably also showing the boys knowing him). Before you knew what was going on, the boy had forced you to sit exactly where he had been and started to sketch you in return, what you didn’t know though was that the extent of Jeno's drawing skills only stretched to detailed stick men and so when he showed you what he had done the both of you ended up on the soft carpeted floor, tangled together with the sketchbook next to your feet as you laughed hysterically.

"I tried?" Jeno sheepishly stated, letting out another small giggle as he watched you take a picture and set the doodle as your phone's lock-screen. his eyes crinkled at the corners as his sweet smile stretched across his face.

"You did," you placed a small peck to his nose, linking your fingers together. "You're my favourite artist."

“Do you have your card?”

“Yep, do you have the sun-cream?”

“Yes, do you have the camera?”

“Of course, what type of tourist would I be with out it? Lets go!” 

Jungwoo grasped your hand tight and pulled you from his hotel room that he had booked himself to accommodate the both of you comfortably without the worry of being interrupted by Taeil, the both of you snook out of the back entrance of the hotel with the help of a security guard before you took off down the sunny streets of France, Jungwoo’s skin glowing beautifully from the rays beating down on him. People mostly ignored you as you walked along together, only the occasional squeal could be heard as you stopped in front of various landmarks and took stupid or cute pictures to commemorate the day you both finally got to go to the city of love together. 

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“I told you we should have brought that umbrella! We’re going to get sick and you have the concert tomorrow and I have a fan meet on Tuesday, we’re so fucked.” You pouted as you both ducked through the doorway to a nearby McDonalds, rain water dripping from your hair and jeans uncomfortable rubbing against your skin while you continued to complain about how you guys shouldn’t have trusted the weather forecast. 

Jungwoo ordered what could only be explained as a mini feast, a Big Mac meal each, a box of 20 chicken nuggets, a flake McFlurry to share and some cheese bites for added variety, the fast-food was far from the original romantic meal the two of you had originally planned to go for but the restaurant was too far to walk when you were being battered by rain drops. You tucked in to your fries and milkshake happily though, laughing as Jungwoo told you some crazy stories from their time on tour, not caring that your plans had been ruined and just happy to be having what you could call a ‘normal’ day with the man you loved. 

“(Y/N), I miss you,” the blonde in front of you pouted, his hand creeping across the table t grip yours as he shoved a handful of fries in to his mouth.

“I’m literally sat right in front of you holding your hand you idiot,” you reached across to steal the fry in his hand, placing  a peck to his lips before putting it in your mouth. “But I’ve missed you too, I wish we could be together like this more often.” 

Silence washed over the table once again as you picked at the food in front of you, hands still intertwined as you just soaked in each others presence, only to be broken with “marry me?” 

You looked up in shock, eyes wide as you processed his question, his face had turned a shade of pink as he awaited your answer, hands gripping yours tighter as if to reassure himself that everything will be okay. 

“Daddy!” 

You laughed as your 3 year old daughter ran up to your husband who was just now dragging himself through the door at 2AM, stage make up still on and contrasting with the lazy outfit he had thrown on this morning before leaving at 5AM for NCT’s comeback stage on Music Bank. He dropped to his knees carefully after locking the front door once more and sweeped the small girl up, whispering lovingly to her in Mandarin as he held her tight against his warm chest.

“Okay Meiyang, time for bed, you’ve seen daddy and I’m sure he’s tired.” You walked over to scoop her up in your own arms, placing a comforting peck on Renjun’s forehead and quickly running a hand through his hair after your eyes registered just how tired and down he looked, you instructed him to go lay down in your shared bed before making your way to tuck Meiyang away in her own room for the night. 

The small apartment was silent other than the odd passing car going past with a quiet rumble after she fell asleep, the only light in the apartment coming from the soft yellow glow of the lamp in your room as it spilled out in to the hallway. Your bare feet created small patting sounds against the dark wooden floor while you made your way back to your husband of 2 years, the sight of him fully clothed, made up and glasses still perched on his nose as he lay closed eyed, an occasional sniffle breaking the silence as he laid against the pillows with his arms above his head.

“Renjun, are you okay?” You moved to straddle him and took his slightly clammy hands in yours as you leaned over him and looked down at him with worry etched across your face, removing a hand and bringing it to swipe his blonde hair from his foundation covered forehead when you realised that he was beginning to burn up.

“Just feeling a bit tired is all,” he mumbled out, eyes still closed but bringing your hand that was holding his to his lips to place a gentle kiss on it.”I’ll be okay, I have a few days off before the next show.”

His voice was low and rough with sleep creeping in to it, you could tell that if he was left like this he would happily fall asleep on top of the covers in full make up, whining the next morning when the dark eyeshadow and eyeliner is smeared against the white pillow cases, his face sore from his glasses pressing against his nose bridge, sweating from wearing so many clothes to bed and skin having a break out.

“Well guess what?” You booped his nose and sat up straighter, his eyes fluttering open to look up at you in question.” You’re not going to be doing anything,” you slowly climbed off of him before walking over to your dressing table, picking up some make up wipes that you kept in the room for occasions like this when one of you couldn’t be bothered to do your skincare routines and climbing to sit back on top of him. “Let me look after you for once.” 

Humming a song quietly, you took his thin wire-framed glasses from his small  face and placed them down on the bedside table next to you both, brushing his fluffy blonde hair out of the way before taking the wet make up wipe to his face and smiling gently as you carefully wiped away the make up covering his honey-like skin. He sighed sweetly and smiled as he looked up at you, his hands coming to rest on your hips and thumbs tracing a pattern under his oversized black T-shirt that you had stolen to wear for bed; the sight of you in his clothes has and always will be his favourite no matter how many times he sees the god-like sight. Sitting up he lets you pull his wrinkled top over his head and lifts his hips from the mattress when you push his jogging bottoms off of him (leaving a cheeky kiss on his hipbone but knowing you both had no energy to take anything further), watching now as you left to put them in the washing basket in the bathroom that joined your room and then going to your shared drawers to get him some shorts to wear for the night, he loved it when you took care of him like this, treating him as gently as a porcelain doll that could be broken with one wrong move but would never admit it out loud. 

He pulled you close to his bare chest once you had finally settled under the fluffy duvet with him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and chin now resting on top of your head as you took comfort in each other in the now dark room.

“I love you, I’m sorry I’m not around as much as you deserve.” He muttered against your hair, beginning to place little pecks all over your face. 

“Renjun,” you pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes, the moonlight shining over his features to gently illuminate them. “I love you more than you could ever know, you gave me Meiyang and all the love and support we could ask for, don’t apologise for your dream. I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to you and I couldn’t be more proud of what you and the boys have achieved.”

Comfortable silence filled the room as you held each other, soft breaths creating a soothing pattern as you drifted to sleep knowing that you had years more of this to come.

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