Quarantine [TSV FanFiction]

Five

(I finished writing this early, so I'm publishing it early)

A/N: idk what to say...um...*awkward silence* just prepare for TICKLE FIGHT

Oh.

Oops.

"Erm, sorry. So," Brett's eyes flashed to the screen. "I won? Yes!" He pumped his fist. 

Eddy couldn't help but laugh. "You basically zoned out. Looked like you were ready to punch a bunch of haters of classical music."

"Well," Brett said, searching for an excuse. Nah, better to go with the truth. "You kept on winning. I wanted to win. I need revenge."

He said it so simply that Eddy just had to laugh again at Brett's deadpan face.

"Well if you wanted revenge, you could just tickle..." Eddy's voice trailed off as he recognized his mistake, the curves of his mouth dropping in realization. "I mean NO I mean-"

Brett interrupted him, his face bearing a wicked smirk. "Oh, that's a good idea..." He glanced slyly at Eddy.

"Uhhhh..." Eddy cursed himself internally. Why did he have to open his big mouth?!

The other placed the controller in his hands on the table. He flexed out his hands, stretching them, all while not even looking at Eddy. 

Eddy looked between his best friend and the door to freedom, eyes flitting nervously. He should just run now...

However, before he got a chance to save himself, Brett sprung into action.

Ten seconds later, Eddy was shrieking like an Asian mum when her son didn't practice. Brett's fingers moved fast, brushing lightly against all the ticklish spots on Eddy's body, especially his stomach. 

Eddy's game controller had long tumbled to the floor, his hands losing their grip on it quickly.

Brett managed to dodge Eddy's kicking legs, laughing in pleasure as he looked at Eddy's face. The younger man was laughing SO hard.

"AHAHAHAHAAA WAIT AHAHAHH BRETTYBRETTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

Brett closed his eyes for a few seconds, laughing silently as he reluctantly stopped tickling Eddy.

Eddy gasped in relief, still in his giggling fit. 

Brett just smiled and looked away. He was definitely not prepared to receive a counterattack from Eddy, so it caught him off guard when the more ticklish one leapt closer to Brett to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Wait-" Brett exclaimed, eyes widening. 

"NAH, if you get to tickle me, I get to tickle you!" Eddy's logic actually made sense. But Brett didn't have time to think about the logic because they had completely switched places! Now it was Brett who was shrieking mindlessly (though not as loud as Eddy, of course), and struggling to push Eddy's hands off him.

It got worse when the hands moved toward his neck. No! 

Not there! 

Even though Brett was not as ticklish as Eddy, his neck was his weak spot, and Eddy knew it.

Brett was ashamed to admit that he basically sounded like a little girl running from the "monster" under her bed.

High pitched squeals and giggles pierced the air, complete with arms and legs kicking blindly.

Brett gasped for air as Eddy stopped for a bit. "You- You're going to...pay for this," Brett panted, trying to sound menacing. He didn't really pull it off though, mostly because he had been screaming like a five-year-old ten seconds earlier.

"Yeah right," Eddy chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

Both of them sat in a comfortable silence, the only sound of slight panting every once in a while. 

Then Brett snorted, trying to hold back more laughs.

Eddy's head snapped up. "What?" He asked, confused.

"I'm just wondering what the neighbors must have thought..."

Eddy groaned. "I didn't even think of that! But you think by now they would have gotten used to us screaming when we're filming videos, so it shouldn't be a big deal. Besides, the windows are closed."

"Thank God for that."

Silence again.

"So... Korean Barbecue for dinner?" Brett asked, his eyes perking up in hope.

"I guess we haven't had that in a while, but... Too much junk food?" Eddy asked, slightly worried.

Brett rolled his eyes. "Come on dude, when we were on tour we had hotpot, like, every night. This shouldn't be a problem. We don't even eat anything else anyway," He countered.

"True...but no bubble tea," Eddy warned, lifting a finger and shaking it. 

"What are you, my MUM?"

"Shush."

//three hours later//

Brett glared at the notes on the screen. It just kept getting harder and harder! If he'd thought the previous crazy left hand pizz was hard, THIS was worse. Going into the piece, he had thought it would help improve his technique skills, but that was useless if he couldn't even PLAY the piece.

Thankfully, it was almost time for dinner. He could finally get a break. 

As Brett removed his violin from his shoulder, his shoulder rest clattered to the floor loudly. He sighed, exasperated. Again?!

Not like it mattered anyway, he had just been about to put his violin back in its case.

He loosened his bow and placed it in its holder in the case.

Turning around, Brett's eyes fell on the shoulder rest, still on the floor.

Meh.

He might as well just leave it there. [Take THAT shoulder rest😡]

Eddy was already moving around in the kitchen, making some tea. They didn't drink tea often, but in their brief encounters with it, it seemed to have a calming sense to it. It was also WARM, and anything warm would help in the winter. 

The tea was a similar kind to the one they drank during the video, in which they revealed the embarrassing things they've done throughout their music careers. 

"Which tea is that again?" Brett asked, sniffing the air.

Eddy shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes slightly in a defensive way. "I don't know, I just grabbed something random. Do I look like I know what I'm doing?"

"No, you look like a boomer," Brett replied, not missing a beat. 

"You-"

"I what? Am going to tickle you again?"

Eddy squinted. "Since when did you get this good with comebacks?" He asked, sounding genuinely bewildered.

The other shrugged. "Must have happened while I was practicing."

Eddy just blinked again. "WELL...are we watching another movie today then? Have any ideas?"

A/N: do you guys think Brett and Eddy sleeping in the same bed is too much? Idk if they would do it in real life, but maybe if one had some horrible nightmare and it was too cold? They seem really close on camera in that platonic way, like how their shoulders sometimes touch automatically/unconsciously, and like ruffling each other's hair or whatever...so maybe?