Crush

Chapter 16

[⚠️Tw: sexual assault content]

Brett felt super anxious the fact that he couldn't attend the rehearsal. He never has a concert without practices and rehearsals, he couldn't even imagine how he would sound like. Even though he was very sorry about his absence, people in the orchestra were actually really friendly and understanding. Because they were all musicians, if their instruments were robbed, they would absolutely rush forward without hesitation, and they couldn't imagine if their hands were injured. Thus, people showed their love to Brett as much as they could, they even praised Brett for his bravery. On the other hand, the good thing was his wrist had recovered pretty well, and the pain was already gone.

It was Wednesday, the day of his re-examination. Eddy had to be in the orchestra for another round of rehearsal.

"You sure you can do this alone babe?" Eddy looked kinda worried when he was getting ready for his day. The gentle morning sunlight shone on him, making him look really unreal. Brett still lying in bed, appreciating the beautiful figure of his lover. He was nervous about the review result. If things went well, he would be able to perform again. "Yeah I guess."

"I could skip rehearsal and go with you." Eddy clearly could hear the strain in his voice. "No no, you don't have to, I will be fine." The last thing Brett wanted was not to bring another inconvenience for those lovely kids.

Eddy sighed and gave Brett a light kiss on his forehead before leaving, "Ok, take care sweetheart, see you tonight. Call me if you need anything."
He just hoped Ken can finish his job in peace and leave them alone.

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Brett was so relieved after the review of his wrist. He washed his face and stared at himself in the slightly dirty mirror of the hospital bathroom while recalling Dr. Wang's words and smiled tiredly, 'Well, your wrist recovered really well. You don't have to worry much about it.'

What a trip. Brett sighed, his Canadian trip so far was just mind-blowing, as if it was a crazy fanfic written by a psychopath. Give me a break.

Well, life sometimes just won't listen to you ;)

He was surprised when Dr. Wang walked in. "Hey Dr. Wang! Nice to see you again." Ken smiled warmly while washing his hands, "Oh hey there, take care of your wrist please. Don't give me the second chance to get paid."

Brett laughed a bit at his joke and continued the conversation. He had some questions that he had been so curious, and Eddy just refused to tell him. He had nothing to do since he didn't have to go to rehearsal and Eddy was not around. This was such a good opportunity.

"Excuse me Dr. Wang, you said the other day we were in the same high school...I wonder if you also in our high school orchestra?"

Ken looked him in surprise. "You remember?"

"Err no, I'm sorry I didn't remember quite well, but you said you played the violin, so I guess you also in the orchestra." Brett smiled shyly, he was not good at this kind of conversation and he was also not sure what he was trying to know.

Ken smiled sadly, "Yes we were in the same orchestra, and I used to play the first violin next to...Eddy. But I dropped out cuz my mom forced me to study med. And here I am, curing your wrist."

"Omg I am so sorry." Brett didn't know what to respond and felt guilty for bringing it up. He didn't notice that there was no one in the toilet anymore.

Ken approached him slowly without noticed, "But I still remember you." Brett looked up at the strange man in front of him, confused. He suddenly found the smile of this man starting to look weird. There seemed to be anger, jealousy and even a bit of desire in those smiling eyes.

"I remember you all the time, Brett Yang." Ken leaned in all of a sudden and Brett took a step back automatically and found his back against the cold toilet wall behind him. Oh come on!

Ken was trying to kiss him. His firm hands imprisoned Brett's arms, pushing Brett against the wall aggressively. Brett was shocked yet disgusted. What on earth this friendly doctor tried to do to him. Ken's good-natured appearance torn, revealing his ugly, jealous desire inside.

Brett tried his best to avoid Ken's disgusting mouth by quickly moving his face. His head spin but he didn't care, he needed to get out of here. Ken buried his head in Brett's neck, kissing Brett's neckline to his collarbone.

Brett felt dirty.

Help.

"Why it has to be Eddy Chen all the time." Ken's voice sound extremely sharp in Brett's ears. He didn't have time to digest when he heard some noise outside. Ken heard it as well, his attention was distracted a bit. Now! Brett used all his strength broke free from the tall man's grip and ran straight out of the toilet.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

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Brett rushed back to their hotel room and stormed into their bathroom. He was dirty. His body, his soul, he was dirty. He needed to get rid of it.

Brett stood in front of the shower, mopping vigorously wherever Ken had touched him. His skin turned red because of his violent friction. It just felt like no matter how he rubbed, the sense of Ken still haunted on him, suffocating him.

Brett slowly squatted down and wrapped himself in his arms. Hot water still rained down over his body, mixing with his cold tears. He needed Eddy, he needed him. But how could he tell him, tell him that he was dirty and watch Eddy leave with disgust on his face? He knew Eddy won't do this to him, but his stupid mind un-controllingly went through all the worst cases.

Brett cleaned up eventually and settled himself in one of Eddy's hoodies. It felt extra safe with the sense of Eddy surrounded him. Seemed like it could cover the ugly feeling of Ken's touch.

He was thrilled when Eddy was finally back. Eddy smiled when he saw Brett was in his hoodie. "Aww Bretty you are so cute, I missed you so much!" Eddy's warm smile was so different form the fake one of Ken's, you can feel it by heart. Everything seemed to be alright again for Brett, until Eddy tried to give him a small kiss.

Brett flinched back in fears even though he was longing for that kiss.

Something was wrong.
Eddy thought to himself.