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red roses.

flowershop au in which eddy sends copious amounts of gifts to brett, concertmaster of the local orchestra.

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eddy had always loved classical music.

he supposed it arose from his bittersweet childhood, his mother playing soft melodies on an old, upright piano to lull him to sleep.

though, when she died during his first year of high school, he distanced himself, allowing the piano to collect dust and slip out of tune.

that was when he started gardening, to cope.

it started with planting daisies, collecting succulents, gathering houseplants to crowd his house. he loved seeing life grow out of tiny seeds, transforming sunlight into living, breathing energy before his eyes. and it seemed to make things less lonely, too.

eddy was awfully lonely.

after graduating from university with a degree in environmental studies, eddy moved into the city alone, leaving his family house, plants and old piano in tow. making space for everything in his new, one bedroom home wasn't hard, though, because he barely had any personal belongings of his own. his bed, a tv, some furniture, and his treasured record player were the only things he really needed besides his collection of plants and flowers.

now, he owned a quaint flowershop near his home, converting his passions into a real job, albeit one that didn't pay too well. people didn't tend to buy flowers anymore, much less house plants. and work was grueling, tedious as he spent hours watering and sowing and harvesting, hands calloused and covered in soil. but it was rewarding, each sprout of life and bloom of flowers reminding him of why he loved his job, and why he had chosen it in the first place.

but, he was saving up for something special, and hoped that the upcoming orchestral season would bring more customers into his shop. the city was renowned for not much besides its music, which usually meant good things for business. and it was even more encouraging that the city's symphony was expecting a new, elusive, and talented concertmaster.

that's what he was saving up for—a ticket to a concert that season, if he could manage it. letting recordings play aloud in his small house through his record player was nice enough, but he wanted to feel the music, live and in person just as he had felt it when his mother was still alive.

luckily, someone had placed a rather large order of orchids, one of his most expensive flowers, for a marriage proposal and it was just enough for him to finally be able to buy a ticket.

when the night of the concert finally came, eddy had delivered two small, simple bouquets of daisies for the concertmaster and conductor, leaving them with an assistant and the front desk before going to take his seat in the balcony.

the concert was everything he imagined and more. he'd thought it might be beautiful, but he wasn't prepared for just how moving it was. the melodic sounds of the string section tugged at the depths of his heart, the thumping percussion aligning perfectly with his pulse, the stunning accompaniment of the woodwinds and brass sections bringing tears to his eyes. the experience brought the memory of sweet piano chords and soft lullabies to the forefront of his mind. his mother would've loved it.

what caught eddy's gaze, though, was the unbelievable talent of the new concertmaster, whose name, brett yang, was printed large at the back of the fancy paper program. each of his solos conveyed an extraordinary, unmatched passion, full of gorgeous vibrato and perfection intonation. and he wasn't too hard on the eyes, either.

perhaps he should've brought roses instead.

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pulling a spare towel out of his pocket, brett wiped beads of sweat off his forehead while walking to his dressing room. he was exhausted, completely spent after a long concert. he wasn't particularly happy, despite the fact that he thought his performance was satisfactory. maybe it was because he was in unfamiliar territory, and knew no one in this new city. his only friends were his violin and the view of the skyline from his downtown apartment.