The performance was magical. Jiyong didn’t have any other words to describe it. He miraculously remember what he had to chant, how he had to move and when to do it. Everytime Seunghyun came in to the set to play his part, Jiyong always felt like his heart stopped. He went blank everytime he saw Seunghyun played his part, he was like being put into an aotupilot mode because he didn’t mess up anything while drooling at Seunghyun. Well, Bli Putu did said that the dancer were all put into some kind of half-tranced condition in this play, because they have to sing the whole performance and if it wasn’t done then they’d probably get exhausted halfway through the show. But still, he felt proud of himself. When the show finally end, Jiyong followed the other to the dressing room, feeling content at the loud cheering the audience was giving them. Jiyong knew the applause were probably addressed to the main dancers, but he was a part of this team anyway. He hugged all the Kecak dancers around him, as well as Bli Putu and Bli Wayan and a couple of other main dancers. When he saw Seunghyun, Jiyong didn’t hesitate to run to him and jump to his embrace.

               “Hyungie we didit didit didit didit!!!!” he said whith his arms around Seunghyun’s neck.

               Seunghyun hugged Jiyong’s waist tightly, letting the younger man burry his face on Seunghyun’s shoulder, screaming and letting go all of his excitement. He remember his feelings from his first performances, just like Jiyong, He was not the main dancer back then. He was just one of the 35 Kecak dancer, but it was very satisfying. It made him teared up, which probably what Jiyong was doing now. He can feel Jiyong starting to sniff, so he pulled back from the hug, looking at Jiyong.

               “Hey, why are you crying?”

               Jiyong didn’t answer. He bit his lower lips in attempt to stiffle his sob. Shaking his head, Jiyong tried to smile to Seunghyun. “Just..”

“Hm?”

“I never thought..”

“Really?”

“I just..”

               When Jiyong stop talking and pinch Seunghyun’s flat stomach instead, the taller male roared a laugh. It was fun teasing Jiyong like this. Seunghyun knows Jiyong has such a carefree personality, but somehow whenever he was around Seunghyun the other was never completely happy or having fun. There’s always some kind of a depressed aura whenever he was around Seunghyun that the older man just can’t understand. Is he depressing? Is he not funny enough? Is he not fun enough to talk to? So when Jiyong looked free of depression even when he spent the night with Seunghyun, Seunghyun felt happy.

               After changing their costumes to casual clothes, Seunghyun ask Jiyong to come eat dnner with him. He was taking Jiyong to a seaside restaurant with one of the best night view in Kuta. It was less crowded, but still a lot of people there. Seunghyun took Jiyong to one restaurant his friend owned, and they got a b eautiful spot Seunghyun had asked his friend to reserve it special for him. They enjoyed the seafood, and after full with the dessert, they just sat there, enjoying their champagne while listening the sound of wave clashing. Jiyong closed his eyes, inhaling the breeze of the sea. Seunghyun decided to do the same. This is very weird. The last two weeks had been a blast, he enjoyed every second he spent with Jiyong. He showed every inch of Bali that he knows to Jiyong, and it didn’t seem that two weeks was long enough. He still wanted to be with Jiyong. He didn’t want Jiyong to go back to Seoul. What’s weirder was, in this past two week he spent with Jiyong, not once did he ever think about Bom. He didn’t even care that she didn’t reply his messages. Seunghyun had Bom’s phone number, and it seems like she liked to text and call Seunghyun better than changing emails with him now.

               Seunghyun sighed, trying not to think too much and just enjoy tonight with Jiyong. He’s going back to Korea the day after tomorrow, and Seunghyun wanted to make the best of his last days with Jiyong. That’s when he heard Jiyong hummed a song through his mouth. A very familliar song. He opened his eyes and whipped his head to Jiyong’s direction hearing the smooth voice singing the tune he knows.

               “Always you should know you’re my honey. Always you are on my mind. Hm hm hm~.. What I’m saying is always and forever be you and I, I, I, I..“

               Seunghyun didn’t know the words, he only know the tune of the song. He knows it by heart. He looked at Jiyong with wide eyes, not believing what he’s hearing. Instinctly, Seunghyun hummed along with Jiyong, humming the tune he know by heart, locking his eyes at Jiyong who still has his eyes closed. That was tune he created. Suddenly it all became clear to Seunghyun. why Jiyong was more familliar to him than Bom ever was.

               Hearing a low and deep voice humming along with his singing, Jiyong stopped. He felt like he just got struck by a lightning. He didn’t dare opening his eyes, so he keep his eyes close, thinking of what he should say to Seunghyun to explain what he just did. He felt like kicking his own for doing such a mistake. How could he lose control? How could he sing that tune in front of Seunghyun? How could he—

               “Don’t even try, Ji,” Jiyong heard Seunghyun said. There was anger obvious in the tone he’s talking with. “Don’t say that Bom told you about this. Don’t say you heard this tune from Bom.”

               Jiyong stayed silent. He had no self defense. He’s caught red handed. There’s no way out. Seunghyun kept looking at the other man who was still closing his eyes, squeezing it shut and through the slit  Seunghyun can see fresh tears are forming in the corner of Jiyong’s eyes.

               “Jiyong?”

               The younger man didn’t know what to do. The only thing his brain could think of was ‘get outta here, Jiyong, just get outta here!’. So he did the first impulse he could’ve think off, he rise up from his seat and turn around, walking away from their dinner table.

               “No, no, Jiyong!” Seunghyun followed him suit. In no time the older is standing beside Jiyong who hasn’t even took two steps away from their table, his hands holding Jiyong’s wrist. “Don’t you dare walk away from me.”

               “No, Seunghyun, I didn’t mean. You.. this is—“

               “This is the truth, Ji!” Seunghyun said in a whispered scream. “I should’ve known. I should have known.”

               Jiyong could only close his eyes. The melancholy music the restaurant was playing is not helping, It only makes him feel sadder than he already has.

               “You like tteokpokki, Bom doesn’t. You were the researcher from Seoul National. Bom was never interested in anthropology, let alone ethnomusicology. She couldn’t even pronounce the word correctly! The book you read, For One More Day, Mitch Albom. And then the song you just sang.. I know that tune by heart, Jiyongie. And Bom doesn’t even continue the tune everytime I hummed it.. I.. oh my God, I should’ve known!! Damn it! Jiyong!!”

               Seunghyun’s other hand that wasn’t holding Jiyong’s slap the edge of their table. Jiyong squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of the rage his best friend will show, but he was ready. He knows that this is all his fault. It was all his idea, to deceive Seunghyun like that. He’s ready to accept the risk, losing his friendship with the older man. Even though it hurts, he’s ready. Just when Jiyong thought Seunghyun was going to slap him and hit him and throw him to the sea in front of them, he heard Seunghyun ask in a small voice.

               “It was.. it was you all this time, Jiyongie?”

               Jiyong did not answer. The result was Seunghyun growling, pulling Jiyong’s arm rather harshly to force him to look at the taller.

               “Tell me, Jiyong, was it you all along? Was it all real? Were you in love with me all this time?”

               Jiyong slowly ope