It had been 3 months since Byunghun left home. He had never tried to contact his family nor had they never contacted Byunghun. Or should we say, Byunghun had never let them contact him. Byunghun changed his phone number, few days after he left home. He didn’t want to have anything to do with that family again. But something had been bugging him for a while. In one hand, he didn’t want to go back because his life was complete with Chanhee. But in the other hand, Chanhee had been working so hard lately.

                Chanhee had been working hard since that day. He always came home at 9. He always felt tired whenever he got home. Sometimes he even went straight to bed because of his tiredness. His grades were dropped slightly because he didn’t have any time to study. Byunghun felt bad because his boyfriend was working very hard for him, and he didn’t do anything. It wasn’t like Byunghun didn’t want to work, but Chanhee never let him. Chanhee said that Byunghun needed to focus on his study.

Chanhee’s POV

                It was a Sunday morning. We were watching TV. I sat on the couch while Byunghun were lazily lying there, using my lap as his pillow. I his hair slowly as we watched TV. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Ah, if it’s Niel, I’m going to kick his because he disturbs our lovely time.” He groaned, not wanting our “lovely” time to be over. I quickly stood up, leaving Byunghun on the couch and went to the door. I opened it and there was a mid-aged woman, standing in front of me.

“Hi, is this the place where Byunghun live? And who’s your name young man?” she asked me without hesitation. She tried to look over my back several times when she asked this. I was wondering who she was, because there was no one, except our closest friend, knew this place. I was about to answer her when suddenly Byunghun came.

“M-My name is Lee Chanhee and Byun-“ I said but suddenly interrupted by Byunghun’s.

“Who is it Channie? Is it Nie… MOM?! What are you doing here?” he said half yelled. He didn’t expect the guest to be his mom.

“Byunghun, come here.” She said in flat tone, ignoring me. Byunghun just stood there frozen. “I said come here!” she raised her tone. Byunghun was more scared of his mom than his father. Because he told me that when he was a little kid, his mom was very strict. Byunghun w