On their last night in Jeju, Sehun walked into the room to find Baekhyun already curling to his sides on his bed, sleeping peacefully. Strands of pink soft hair falling to his face, covering his closed eyes. Sehun kneeled beside the bed when the other let out a soft whimper, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting. The blonde extended his arms, carefully soothing Baekhyun’s brows with his thumb. Seeing the older face relaxed, Sehun let out a sigh. He smiled, standing up to change his clothes. He heard Baekhyun humming a faint tune in his sleep, but Sehun couldn’t hear clearly what he was humming. Right when he moved closer to Baekhyun to listen better, the elder stopped his humming, turning around to his other side cutely. Sehun smile fondly at the sight, he didn’t know why his heart feel content when he saw Baekhyun sleeping calmly like that. Maybe he liked Baekhyun. Maybe... Shrugging the thought away, Sehun continued his forgotten task, changing his clothes and washing up before laying on his own bed to finally close his eyes with a smile plastered on his face remembering what happened with Krystal earlier.

               Sehun never saw Baekhyun again since they part ways in the airport back from Jeju. Baekhyun said that he will go straight to the office, because he had to talk to his boss, to make sure he didn’t get fired because his childhood friend insulted the boss before dragging his employee out of his office to Jeju. All of them laugh at this, but Sehun genuinely felt guilty. He had offered to accompany Baekhyun to the office to talk to the boss, seeing that he was at fault, but Baekhyun politely refused, saying he can handle it by himself. So that was the last time he saw Baekhyun, going off in a cab with tired eyes. Baekhyun never came home since that day. Sehun waited up for him almost every night even when Yoona already told him not to, because Baekhyun has his busy schedule. When it happens, Baekhyun could stay in his office for nights. The university provides him with a room if he ever needed to stay over for a project. The longest time he didn’t come home was for a month. Probably Baekhyun was just busy this time, too. Mobody could hold him back in doing what he love, and working was something he loves a lot.  Sehun had hoped Baekhyun would come to say goodbye before he went back to Bali, but Baekhyun didn’t even showed up. His parents, Baekhyun’s parents, and Krystal sent him off to the airport the day he had to go. Krystal said Baekhyun sent a text message to her, apologizing for not sending Sehun off, but it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. Krystal just laughed off when Sehun said, of course it’s different. But until he had to board to the airplane, Baekhyun was nowhere in sight. Sehun finally left, after bidding goodbye to Krystal saying that he will come visit again soon and with a promise that he will propose Krystal when they meet again, saying that he will not forget to keep his health to Yoona, and reminding his parents to not forget to come back to Bali soon because their son still needs them at home even when he’s already 27.

               So here Sehun was now, lying on the floor of his of his father’s studio. He’s been home for a week, doing nothing but painting. His father’s workshop was located in a complex where their house is also located, along with small houses of other dance teachers and painters. It was still open even though Hwasal—as the main teacher and practically the principal of the painting and traditional dance studio—has yet return to Bali. The lessons are still going, most of the teachers are there anyway. Also Sehun still have to do his job; practicing, teaching, and getting prepared for a dance show which will be held in two weeks. But he has no energy to dance right now, or to surf. His friends has been coming to visit him and forcing him to go to the beach with them, but Sehun said to them he was still tired and still jetlagged. Just when he was about to drift to slumber land, Sehun’s nose caught a very familiar smell.

               “Uhh.. I must be really tired and still missed Seoul. Nobody sell tteokppoki around here,” he told himself. He tried to get back to relaxing and trying to sleep, but he couldn’t. The smell was too strong. He finally decided to open his eyes again, “I wonder… Hey, Bli Putu..”

               He stood up, made his way outside to ask one of the other teachers who lived with his family there. The other was painting on the studio’s porch.

               “Bli, lagi ada yang mas—“ he was just asking Putu if there was anybody cooking something with Korean ingredients, but when he saw who his senior was talking with—while munching something the other had on his lap, Sehun couldn’t believe his eyes. “—BAEKHYUN HYUNG!?!?!?!?”

               The lithe man sitting beside Putu threw Sehun his gummy smile, waving excitedly when he saw Sehun. “Om swatiastu, Bli Sehun,” Baekhyun greeted Sehun in Balinese language.

               “The hell?? What are you doing here???” Sehun rushed to Baekhyun’s side, slapping his shoulder hard till the other winced in pain. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming??? Why in the world—yahhh!!!!”

               Putu laughed his heart out seeing Sehun scolding and screaming at Baekhyun, shaking the smaller shoulder until he was rocking back and forth on his chair.

               “Ey ey ey, Sehun, sudah sudah..,” Putu was still laughing seeing them, it was entertaining, but he decided to stop Sehun. He doesn’t want Sehun to kill his best friend who just arrived from miles away, does he? “He came from far away to see you. Don’t kill him,” Putu said in his accented English.

               “But how could… I mean, why are you here? And did I smell.. tteokppoki!!!” Sehun squealed in a happy tone when he saw what Baekhyun had in his hand. “Where did you buy this?? Baekkie Hyung, oh my God, can I eat this please please please?”

               Putu shook his head at the sight of childish Sehun. He had known Sehun since the boy first moved to Bali, and he treated Sehun like his own little brother. He’s seen all of Sehun. His good side, his bad; how he sulk, how he is when he’s angry, how he is when he’s sad, how he is when he’s happy. He knew Sehun since he was 12, but he felt like he knew how Sehun was when he was still a child, seeing how he acted like a five years old sometimes. Just like now as he ate his favorite food which was rare to find around their neighborhood. The Balinese man decides to leave the two friends to talk. He knows how Baekhyun, Sehun’s friend, feel about Sehun, he can feel it just by a brief conversation he had with Baekhyun. He mirrored the smile Baekhyun had as he listened as the young man talk about Sehun. And he was sure there’s something there in Sehun too, because he saw how Sehun’s eyes lit up when he saw Baekhyun.

               “So, when’s your interview’s scheduled, Hyung?”

               Sehun, chewing the rice cake chunks Baekhyun fed him, asked the older. He already knew what Baekhyun was coming for, actually. He didn’t know why inside his heart, he hoped to hear Baekhyun say that he came because he misses Sehun, because he wanted to see Sehun, not because of his scholarship.

               “Tomorrow,” he answered, offering Sehun another piece of the food, which Sehun received happily. He opened his mouth, letting Baekhyun feed him and wiped his mouth every now and then cleaning it from the sauce.

               “Awesome. It’s decided.”

               The now brown haired male looked at the taller one beside him. “What’s decided?”

               As the younger turned his head so the both of them are now face to face, Baekhyun can see a wide grin plastered on his face. “After your interview, we explore Bali.”

               “But..”

               “No buts, Baek! This is Bali, baby!” Sehun extend his arm, making Putu who just got back bringing two glass of water sulked because his shoulder was being slapped by Sehun’s Baekhyun laughed at it, but he nodded at Sehun’s word. Well, at this point, anything Sehun wished for is Baekhyun’s command. Anything.

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               Bali is nothing like Baekhyun has ever experienced. The atmosphere of the city, of the whole island, was magical. People were modern, but also traditional at the same time. Baekhyun has never seen anything like it before. Every morning, Sehun took Baekhyun to the temple, called pura, to pray, before they start exploring Bali. Sehun has brought him to the biggest pura in Bali, and probably in the world, Pura Besakih. It was amazing to hear that every year, a ceremony was held in that pura with Hindus from every part of the world attend.