Im gonna try, not sure if this story works out or not.

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There was something wrong with Eddy.

It took him a while to draw this conclusion, from thousands of tiny, milliseconds-lasted evidences in everyday, the sudden crease of Eddy's browns when they sat together, the tiny downturn of his lip's corner, the subtle change in his violin tone.

It was nothing apparent, and they were busy with organizing the virtual world tour, so it took Brett a while to realize. Normally, he was more in tune with Eddy than that. Moreover, they were open to each other in this relationship. They came to each other when problems arose and solve them together, be it professional and personal. And Brett has been Eddy's support pillar for as long as he cared. He was Eddy's first-stop.

And this time he wasn't.

He wasn't the one who realized problem at first. Too busy with the planing and trying not to burn himself out, together with the new progress in their relationship had made Brett cocky. He thought everything was alright between them and if anything bothered Eddy, he would come to him, as normal, to discuss it out. But it took an tentative call from Ray and the absent-minded comment from Olaf ("Funny he didn't look at you much today") to wake his mind from its limbo.

Libido did he no goods. So did Edwina in their bedroom.

So after that wake-up call, Brett sat back with himself in their straightly empty apartment in Singapore and asked himself: "What's wrong with Eddy Chen?" and "how can I fix it?"

Those were no simple questions and when no answer came to mind, they drove him mad.

Eddy often looked melancholic  nowsaday, based on the piece he eavesdropped the other day and mutiple times he caught his partner just gazing in the air. He had almost a panic attack when they cuddled after sex. He grew bored while working slash sitting with Brett that afternoon at the cafe, something Eddy never did, always contented sitting there, doing things along each other or just sitting in silence. What most alarming is that he started to distance himself from Brett after the crazy sex they had after that.

Nowadays, Eddy jumped whenever Brett touched him unannouncedly. He went out alone and did not tell Brett where he went or asked if Brett wanna come with... He started going out without Brett....

Maybe he grew bored. His traitorous mind whispered.

What they currently had is so wonderful, working together seamlessly with big, grander than they ever imagined projects hanging on the horizont, falling asleep with each other and just... co-habiting together. Brett woke up now refreshed everyday in the arms of his counterpart, feeling warm and fussy and ready to take on the world. It was heaven, that he would not dare to question how and why they got to this point, or heaven forbid, who are they to each other. No this better be let alone, less it explore and cause irreversible damage.

But Eddy

Eddy, who looked more and more beautiful each day.

Who seemed not need Brett anymore.

Who better himself everyday.

When Brett remained the same ane didn't even care about trend or gym or boys Eddy raved about.

Oh.my.fuckinh.gof.

"FUCK"

A big, bold, and not even in a savoury way fuck.

He fucking needed reinforcement right now and Eddy was out of question, 'so the most reasonable person would be.....'.

Brett could feel the small tremor when he unlocked his phone and pressed the numbers.

"There is only way Ray!!!!!!!"- the violinist shouted at