twoset oneshots

1: Night rather than day

warnings: mention of alcohol, gay panic eddy and tipsy brett. don't drink if you're underaged! also this is fluff.

summary: it was nights like this eddy would just want to close his eyes and rest. touring drained the life out of him, and all energy he had was lost. His eyes were tired, his body automatically collapsed in the hotel bed. Amidst his exhaustion, he sees his friend in the bed opposite him, just staring at the view. his silhouette is a sharp contrast to the city lights. brett really looked beautiful during the night.

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"Could you tell the concert tonight was good?" Brett asked his friend as they slowly walked to their hotel room, swinging the door and went into his own bed.

"Dunno bro, I'm so tired." Eddy said, pure exhaustion laced in his tone. He carefully placed his violin case to a table. His eyes were heavy, his body is collapsing and so he also ended up going to his bed.

"Dude don't forget to brush your teeth before going to sleep, don't want that morning breath dilemma again." His friend said and went to the comfort room, taking a shower or perhaps using his own advice.

"Yeah, yeah... just gonna nap." Eddy mumbled and lazily took off his shoes leaving him with socks on and his practice hoodie.

Brett on the other hand showered, it was just a quick one. Trying to get rid of the sweat and the awful smell from him, still he can't believe that people had gone to see their show. Spectacular, the adrenaline is still pumping through him. A view of the crowd smiling, reacting, and enjoying every single bit of the show placed a smile on his lips. He felt thankful to all these people watching.

Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.

The soap suds had quickly dissipated and he was left bare under the warm waters of the shower. He turned it off and got out of the streaming water. Brett grabbed his towel and dried himself off, he dressed himself in boxers a pajama and a loose shirt. He then brushed his teeth and tried to comb his hair but he just felt lazy and let it do its own thing.

Brett got out of the bathroom and what immediately welcomed him was the cold air from the air conditioning.

He must've put it on the max-- he thought to himself well aware of Eddy's need to sleep in a very cold room, saying it's more comfortable especially with the provided duvets and blankets from the hotel. Can't blame him though.

He walked to his bed and opened his phone, he scrolled through Instagram and saw a lot of people enjoyed the concert. He smiled again, there goes a lot of pictures from people. Some are out of context photos of them trying to sneak a glance from each other, and some photos are quick shots as the different scenes go on.

Even Brett feels exhausted, but he can't sleep.

Not that he doesn't want to no, the adrenaline is still there and he can't sleep even if he tried to. He sneaked a glance to his friend and there he was laid on the bed not even bothering cover himself up with the duvets.

"His ass is gonna be freezing." Brett jokingly contemplated and stood up to cover his tired friend with the thick blankets. Eddy cuddling up with the blanket on top of him and groaned in response.

"You're welcome." He smiled, chuckling at how easily tired his friend is.

Now, what can Brett do to entertain himself a bit? He went to the small kitchen area and to the beautiful black islands. He opened the small fridge and found snacks but nah, he doesn't want to eat he's full.

"Perfect." He muttered grabbing the cold bottle of wine sitting inside.

He grabbed the provided corkscrew in the kitchen and opened the bottle with a loud pop!