Junhoe closed his eyes, beer on his left hand and cigarette on the other hand. He smoke it slowly as he feels the breeze hit his face, it calmed him. 6 pm in Santorini is his favorite time of the day. When the sun sets in the horizon meet the ocean and the skies turn dark, but still bright enough to see the birds flying around to be back to its nest.

Sometimes it's darker than usual, windier on the other day, and even rains the whole day, but he enjoyed them all, because no matter how was the weather is as long as he has his beer and cigarette everything is perfect. Yes, the deathly combo that his mom always nag him for years, saying the combo could makes him died sooner that he would be. Of course Junhoe just brush it off, because it’s his only savior in his cruel world.

It’s been three years since the last time he saw his mom. It was his decision, his forever dream, his only passion since he was in highschool, to become a photographer. He’s majoring in Film and Art and he’s living his dream right now, working in one of the famous magazine in Italy, but he can’t help but missed his mom. Missed her annoying high pitch nag and all. Sure thing he called or FaceTime her everyday but a hug or a little good morning kissed on his forehead from her sound so perfect, eventho he won’t admit it in front of his mom. Never.

Being away from his mom makes his lifes free and messy. So messy to the point that he doesn’t have sleeping schedule nor eating schedule. Blame it to his job, sometimes he need to shoot for hours and then editing them all and sending the works the next day. It’s a hard task to do, it needed so much time, eating and sleeping are wasting his time, he didn’t like wasting his time if it’s about his works. That’s why beer and cigarette are his escape to keep him awake and feels alive.

Even the one keeping Junhoe wakes up on time is his mom calling him every morning, she’s like his alarm. One day, he was late to send the paper to his client that he has been worked for hours the night before until he fell asleep at dawn and his mom decided not to call him in the morning, that’s one of the terrible memory of Junhoe lost his client.

But Junhoe also has his free time. The only time he can lazy around his bed the whole day because his mom won’t call him in the morning since it’s his day off, or having a proper meals in a restaurant with his boyfriend, or simply enjoying beers and sunset on the beach with Bobby, his one and only antic friend.

Just like today, Junhoe wakes up to the breeze and way to bright sunrays through his opened window. Vaguely he remembered that he closed his window before he sleep last night. The bed dipped in his left side, but he didn’t realised it until a soft finger trace on his nose slowly. When the finger lingers on his mouth quite too long, Junhoe opened his eyes.

A blur shadow hovered over him. He can’t catch the person because the sunrays is blinding his vision. And the fact that he just opened his eyes ten second ago makes it even harder to comprehend whats going on.

A minute later, and couples of yawn Junhoe’e eyes finally fully opened and the person slash stranger slash oh it’s actually a guy still hovered over him with a way to bright smiles that the dimples on both of his cheeks shows. Cute, Junhoe thinks, wait WHAT...

“Who are you?” Junhoe asked the cute guy as he sit on his bed as his hand ruffles his bed hair out of habit

“Good morning Jun” The guy said the greetings too sweet to him consider they’re stranger, and did he just called him Jun? Like only his mom call him that

“You’re not answering my question, WHO ARE YOU?!” Junhoe asked again, a little bit irritated

“Aw, there’s no need with the high tone tho, and where is my greeting back?” The guy ­once again said it too sweet for Junhoe liking and his patient is running low, and he is a patient man on daily basis, so he said to the guy

“Good morning to you too” wait, why did Junhoe said that “Now ans-“

“I’m Chanwoo, and I’m your husband from the future” The guy, Chanwoo, now grin so wide that his face might split in a half if he keep doing that, and Junhoe is sleepy, so he might hears wrongly,

“What did you just said?” Junhoe swear he is a patient man but this Chanwoo guy just wakes him up only to said crazy nonsense things that he is Junhoe’s husband from the future and the fact that Chanwoo was in his room is an insult, like none ever went to his room, not even Bobby, without his permission.

“I’m your husband from the future” The grin slowly turn into somewhat a loving smile toward Junhoe and Junhoe’s cheeks feels warm, no way

“Okay, first of all, you’re trespassing into my room and that’s a crime, I can sue you, and you said you’re my husband? From the future? How the heck? Are you drunk? Are you out of your mind? Is this kind of prank? Bobby! I knew it, it must be Bobby, and stop smiling, it’s-“

“It’s cute, right, I know, you always said that” Chanwoo said it with the matter-of-fact tone

“What? I said WHAT? Okay get out of my house, now!” Junhoe already on his feet and he’s so ready to push Chanwoo out of his door but Chanwoo is fast enough to steal a kiss on his cheek before he’s running to the door and shout,

 “See you later babeeee, and don’t forget to FaceTime your mom”

Junhoe’s hand reach to his cheek where Chanwoo just kissed him, and he swear the twist on his stomach is because of the beers he’s drinking last night, not because of butterfly or something, no way.

***

Junhoe decided to spend his morning by FaceTime his mom, indeed, and surfing thru his social media. When a message from Jinhwan pop up on his phone