A/N: being sick from the 2. Vaccine gives me excuse to write shittily. It would be freaking cheesy and irrational when you read it outloud so don't. I beg u.

Haklwoe -  Eddy's thought
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Brett, what are we?

Eddy felt the words weighting on the tip of his tongue, his vocal cord strainted to talk, but like any other times, he didn't.

It was after one of their "sessions"- session in the sense that they tried to relieve the pent-up sexual energy using each other body, no string attached and no visual sense involved. In a twisted sense of circumstancial convenience and Eddy's desperate need to be close with the one he loved.

Even when he doesn't love me in return, or at least not like that

He gazed longingly down at the face that flused against his chest, its owner long gone into the dreamland, snoring softly along the quiet up and downs of his chest. The sight filled him with warmth.

They didn't usually do this, thinking it was too awkward to cuddle or, Lingling forbidden, sleep together after the main act. But on the rare occasions, when the loneliness was too overwhelming or when too much happened in the day, Brett stayed. Wrapping his arms around Eddy's torso like they belonged there and just drifting into his wonderland, violinist fingers tracing the mindless pattern on the sensitive skin of his lower back.

Eddy hated it, but would not give up it for a world, or even for Lingling's power. It hurt so much, to be able to be physically, sexually intimate with Brett, all the while already being close on the emotional level. It gave him a glimpse of how fulfilling, how wonderful it would be to be Brett's partner for life, not only business partner or partner in crime. The taste of something so sweet, so true that it sung harmoniously with his soul, like destiny finally met and last pieces of puzzle finally slotted together.

Absentmindedly his hand found its way to Brett's head, fingers threading through the soft locks there to massage the skin underneath. He felt more than heard Brett's satisfying huff, his body melting, molding itself against him and evenloped him in a buddle of warmth and heaviness that's uniquely Brett.

'I can play the sweetest Clair de lune now, and you don't even know it'. His whispered confession fell to the deaf ears. Only now in the darkness of night he was allowed to bare his heart and say the truth. The bitterness of it burnt, even when he was technically smiling. Eddy didn't need a mirror to see how bitter it was right now, or the desperate look his face portrayed when he tightened his arm on Brett's waist, nose buried in the dark locks pooling all over his chest. His face was always too expressive for its own good.

All and all, Eddy just wanted to hold Brett closer, to make them an inseperatable being, indistinguishable in a scent of fressly cut grass mixed with musky scent of sweat and sex. '...No one can pry us apart'. Eddy whispered his pray, placing the utmost scincere kiss on the crown of his worshipped being.

"Eddy....what the fuck are you mumbling about? Get back to sleep you night owl." The sound of Brett's sleepy voice nearly sent him to a cardiac attack.

Eddy felt the breath knocked out of his body and tried to keep his body as still as possible, too scared to even breath. What the fuck should he do if Brett had been awoken the entire time? Would he call Eddy creepy? Would he feel disgusted and try to stay away from Eddy as far as possible? Would he realise that everything was just a pose and Eddy had been secretly in love with his bestfriend as long as possible?

What happens to TwoSet then? Will we try to be professional and still work together or will we get  'divorced' and tear it apart? His heart twisted at a thought of it, more than anything, to be no longer able to play and film with Brett hurt Eddy like cutting off the his right hand. He already missed it. His body seemed too tight, too small and when he tried to squish his eyes, sweat-wrenched bang picked into his eyes.

'Oh god i'm dying and Brett's leaving and all beacause i have this stupid love in my bestfriend. I'm being a greedy idiot.'

Warm hands on both sides of his face broke the mantra and the added weight grounded him back to the soft material underneath. Slowly, Eddy raised his hands to cover the smaller ones on his cheeks, turning his nose to the side to breath in the distinguished warmth there.

A voice pierced through "Eddy, you are hyperventilating. Whatever you are thinking. Stop."

Brett's voice. He was still here "Breath with me you idiot. 1...2...3" Eddy willed himself to breath to the quiet rhythm of Brett's voice, sucking on the air violently at first before settling down to the softer tempo.

After what seemed like forever, Eddy opened his eyes to stare directly to the most beautiful pair of brown eyes ever. They looked like smothering chocolate. Brett's eyes were still grazed with sleep but trace of concern were evident in the dipped corner of his mouth and the pinch of his eyebrows. More than anything, Eddy wanted to kiss it better.

I'm so tired.

He did just that.

A soft press on the pink lips in front of him, surprise flashed through Brett's eyes before they were closed and the defeated mumble "don't use your brain this late. It's bullshit". They stayed like that for awhile, too tired to think what the act implied in the eyes of strangers and instead enjoyed the contented peace their little tryst brought.

Everything before the sunrise - Eddy last thought before sleep lured him into its clutch.