Soul Mark (breddy fanfic)

Why Soulmate?

The event of their bathroom sexcapades made Brett realizes two major changes in himself.

Or specifically, their relationship.

First is that, Brett had the hots for Eddy.

Like, a lot. Eddy was the only person that could get him up ever since that fateful night they shared. How messed up is that?

Wether the attraction was purely sexual or not, Brett haven't figured that out.

Don't get him wrong, you would pondered the same thing over and over too when your supposedly best friend/brother just persistently wanting to jump you after one (or more) sexual encounter(s).

As an attempt to clung for what little normality has offered, Brett kept the other part of their routine intact.

He would wake Eddy up every morning, part their ways for the day at the uni, be back home every day. As good as always.

But with sprinkles of blow jobs and intense make out sessions here and there. Haha. Oh, and of course sex.

The second major changes after their sexcapades was, well.

Their touches, or, dare he say, relationship, was not that PG anymore.

No words exchanged, both of them just know that non-PG actions was cool between them after the bathroom stunt Eddy pulled off that day. They just knew, like every little things they share, Brett would recognise when Eddy clings to his arm when they tried to finish their essays after a long day of classes, or like, how Eddy always know when Brett sighed excessively during one of their practice session (and sneaked some unsure glances to Eddy)

It became their new routine.

But where they stand from here and on? Don't know, don't ask him.

Brett had attempted to put some labels on them in one of those nights they shared.

They were basking in the afterglow of the deeds, their sweaty skin glistened under the dim lighting of the room. Bodies tangled around each other as they finished their unfinished symphonies.

It was damp and hot, Brett had became uncomfortable. He pushed back the bangs from his clammy forehead.

And yet Eddy still curled around him like a needy little kitten he is.

"could you please move aside a little bit? s too hot for cuddles" Brett mumbled as Eddy tried to burry himself closer in the crook of the older's neck.

Eddy tightened his arms as the response, "nah i'm comfy"

"i don't. C'mon bro!" Groaned Brett as he pushed the other man aside. Eddy chuckled softly as he watched the small violinist turned on his side for better sleeping position. Brett was adorable like this and he really is the luckiest man alive to be able to savor the sight of him freely.

Even if he'd been the one who'd fuck him senseless for the last few hours, the duality of this man.

"hey"

Eddy quirked an eyebrow to the older

Brett tuned around and hugged the pillow under his arms, partially hiding his face behind it, before he cleared up his throat awkwardly

"i'm just curious, does all of this.., what all this sex and stuffs make us?"

Eddy's chattoyant eyes twinkled as his lips curled upward

"hmm what do you want us to be?" Eddy said suggestively as he took Brett's hand in his.

"does this... makes us friends with benefits?" Brett tip-toed with his reply

Eddy's face fell at the answer "just.. that?"

Brett could feel how his best friend's mood dropped. Of course he knew

Brett tried to shook off the implication of Eddy's unsure words "but what if you meet your soulmate?"

Eddy scoffed "seriously? i have no use of soulmates" His heathen gaze pierced through the older's eyes.
"i have you" Eddy peered and cautiously put his arms around Brett's lithe frame.

Brett measured the weight of Eddy's incautious proclamation.

do you really?

Brett decided to keep the status quo a little longer.

----

The warm air of summer rolls by and suddenly came August. Brett would graduate from uni next month.

He strolled down the familiar scenery of the streets, almost in autopilot, trotted back to their shared flat.

"Hey Brett" a pair of arms casually flung upon his shoulder. Brett hummed an acknowledgement, he's used to Eddy's touchy accompany by now. (duh)

"fancy joining me at the rehearsal today? i swear, the new conductor is the most nitpickiest conductor i ever worked with" Eddy sighed dramatically.

"even worse than our old AYO conductor?"

"WAY worse than our old conductor,he was an angel in comparison, bless his soul"

Brett sneered at Eddy's chagrin "well, lucky me then, cause i can't, for i have the first meeting, y'know, for the fellowship"

Eddy's eyes lit up as he mentioned the fellowship. Of course he got accepted, Sydney Symphony Orchestra was nuts if they don't approved Brett's craftmanship on the violin.

Eddy patted Brett's hair fondly "i know i've said this, but, you deserved it bro"

Brett's cheeks suddenly rose in temperature "yeah thanks, you should try it out too next year"

Eddy gave him a cute lopsided grin that showed up his bunny teeth "maybe i will"

They settled into some comfortoble silence once they reached their shared flat, quickly getting ready for their respective schedule.

"See you at 9?" Eddy inquired as he put on the shoes.

"nah, i don't know, i'm not sure when it's done, you don't have to wait for me to come home"

Eddy checked out his phone, eyes shone up when he saw that the rehearsal will end earlier today. "hey i'll finish at 8, how about i pick you up later?"

"cool, i'll text you when i'm done"

"aight, see you later"

And the two violinist parted their ways.

---

Brett was getting comfortable with the informal introduction as the briefing almost started. All of them was from the same Uni anyways, it's a small community.

There weren't much musicians accepted in this fellowship, and only 4 made it from Brisbane, which consisted in 2 violinists, a french horn player, and one harpist.

The caretaker was already started when a fifth musician join their party.
Turned out there were 5 musicians from Brisbane.

It's a cellist that they never met before, and that's quite the rare thing. Brett noticed how this tall asian cellist apologized shyly to the caretaker, and walked over the room to Brett's side. The cellist fixed up his almost slipped down glasses as he clumsily placed down his cello, knocking Brett's knee in the process.

Typical gawky musician, Brett thought to himself.

What Brett didn't expect was the next words this musician said to him.

"can i sit here?" The cellist cleared up his throat "uh.. excuse my cello"

Brett couldn't get his attention off this cellist for the next hour.

*a/n* Could it be? 😂