Sometimes Eddy pitied himself. It was not nice at all for once to feel pity to himself and added his analytical mind to the top, 'we would all have often a pathetic creature! Cried for help and wept for sadness!!! Even though it had it allllll!' - the young violinst can almost hear the crooning, fakely cheerful voice in his mind, like a clown on stage tried to sell the ugliest bid.

'Arn’t I too greedy? What do I even lack of?' - The thought appeared in his mind, again, when Eddy traced Brett with his eyes. Angular face, perfect jawline, and cute, chubby under-chin - sometimes Brett seemed surreal. He was not handsome in the traditional way. Even in his lovesick puppy state, Eddy couldn't give him that.

But...
But Brett.....

He was too cute for his own good. Eddy found him as a fascinating creature, strange blend of cuteness and manliness, a hurricane packed in a 6-feet tall human flesh, just ready to explode.

'I wonder what would he react if I reach out and trace his jawline with my finger?' - He let out a wishful sign, knowing it could probably bring the other to notice, but did not particularly care at this moment. The violin boy knew he should not indulge, especially in front of camera. But oh god was it not hard to hide when one was in love?

'My inhibition is so fucked up whenever it comes to him.' -signed again - 'Whatever' - a longer this time - ' To death this unrequired love.'

'What a scary word' - Eddy suddered. Unrequired, that meaned his love was not welcome, annoying, creepy even, to the one he held most dear. The consequence of confessing was so earth-wreaking, that must be buried deep, never be seen under the sunlight.

'Would he draw back and give me an incredulous look?', absent-mindedly he reached out for his cappuccino on the table and took a big gulp to ease his dried throat, 'or if he would just stay back and do nothing at all, thinking I’m just trying to distract him from work?'

The familiar sour taste warmed his taste buds. 

Just another day of co-existing with a decade-long one-sided love and two-sided best friend, a perfect Sunday afternoon with light breeze and clear sky to boost.

“What a perfect day to brood” - Eddy said out loud to himself, not bothering how crazy it made him sound, or how Brett temporarily abandoned his work to bore graze at Eddy’s side. In fact, the strange satisfaction curled up in the bottom of his gut, juvenile and petty. 'Look~' -  his traitorous mind crooned - ' just see how easy it is for us to command this man’s attention, tearing him away from his work with just a willy thought~'

'SHUT UP' - Eddy thought sternly.

“What do you want this time?”- Brett eyed his companion with annoyance and amused resignation. He had been working himself away on TwoSet Apparel management stuffs for hours, trying to communicate back and forth with the team in Taiwan. Not that Eddy really cared, but their contract with the material factory needed a renewal soon. And that would be hard, with the world in the pandemic state like now, for them to find a source with reasonable price and satisfactory quality.

Needless to say, Eddy was useless in this material, only drawing out the long lists of qualities their materials need to satisfy, “because we aren’t doing fast fashion Brett”, and the most low price any sane person can even fathom of “Brett, haven’t you read the comments?? Our fans always complain about the price, not everyone can be born with silver spoons in their mouth like you, you rich kid, think of us poorer!!!”.

So, for a hour ago or so, Brett had given up on trying to draw Eddy in, even came so far as forbidding him to participate. God knowed how much the Taiwanese team wanted to kill them now. It’s better that he did the administrative work, Eddy had already worked enough when he was sick, running himself dry to keep their channel, their Apparel afloat, Brett checked-in and well cared for, all the while reassuring their family in Brisbane.

To be honest, Brett found himself pleasantly surprised.

Not that he didn’t believe in Eddy or doubt that Eddy can’t take care of people around him. Despite the occasional whining and smallest child attitude, Eddy had been a pillar of support in TwoSet, in their friend circle as well as his relationship with Brett multiple times.

But this time, there was something different. Something that sent the dedicate balance of their relationship off, drove them to the unknown land , dropped them off and said goodbye. What stood in front of them now was dilemma, where nothing remained clear and everything was undefined. The elephant in the room that no one dared to touch.

'Somehow now I know exactly how those pouty lips tasted like' - Brett's lips suddenly grew dry - ' I know how to fit my body into those arms. What angle to reach up, just a little bit, to attack THAT long neck without drawing notice' - The sun. It was getting hotter - ' I wonder does he still feel my bite? Blended in with his violin kiss....'

All those forbidden knowledge, and now Brett knew. Like the back of his hand.

Honestly, Brett just wanted to fling himself out of window.

“Nothing— I’m just bored,” - Eddy replied after a long beat, draping himself all over the table. He didn't even notice Brett was spacing out a minute ago.

'Great' - Brett thought sarcastically - ' Asking for attention but doesn't give a fuck'.

They, Eddy and Brett, were sitting in a cafe doing their work away. With the world tour cancelled, they first thought it would mean less paperwork. But administrative was a mystery in itself, since somehow, the paperwork piled up, despite they had have their break for 1 month now (or maybe because of that), and TwoSet hasn’t had a big project lined up ahead. They were taking it slow now, taken more of their health into consideration.

'Eddy just love to remind me that we aren't young anymore', Brett thought with the familiar fond exaggeration. Outside he adressed the nuisance of the year "what do you want for dinner then? We can eat out or buy something to cook."

"Cooking?", Eddy snorted, "you or me?"

"An apron" - Brett replied with all deadpan seriousness he could muster under glaring sunlight.

"Oh.....~" - And Edwina came around. Never a good sign when the queen came unpromptly outside of the set. But Brett must take his chance.

"Is it a yes or no? Or maybe we could stay here an...." - Brett didn't even get to finish his sentence before Eddy's knee pressed straight up into his crotch, moving in a just so angle that he could feel all the work flying out of his head.

And that minx?

Edwina, assertive and luring even without her blond hair and wrapped towel, had a nerve to wink at him before pressing in and in and in. Never less to say, Brett gave up first and called for the bill.

They had a wonderful dinner that night, just few hours later than said.

P/s: this fanfic has no brain! I repeat: NO BRAIN. Absolutely no plot.