Soul Mark (breddy fanfic)

Duality

And so, Brett continued his quest, without Eddy knowing, he would off to rehearsals, working as a violin teacher, ( those HECS ain't gonna pay by itself) and in his free time, he would hang out with His friends from the SSO fellowship.

Or rather, friend.

Yes, he was sneaking behind Eddy's back with Hyung,

not that Hyung knew though, at that time.

It was honestly just the simple things, like hang out on the coffee shop to discuss their programs, or a stroll through the park and bubble tea date, Brett wouldn't even thought about it as a date,

well, it is a date, but a friendly one, definitely no funny bussiness.

Plus, Hyung turned out to be great company. He was shy at first, but as soon as he got comfortable around someone, he would let out his witty side that only few lucky people witnessed.

All in all, he's a great person, genius musician that Brett respected deeply.

If only Brett knew what his soulmark was.

Some times had passed, and even after everything Brett did to check out on Hyung's body, the result was still non existent, he was even went as far as kinapped Hyung to a swimming date, only to check out on his body,

Every visible surface? nope, torso? zero, thigh area? zilch. Not one soulmark.

Brett was this close to ask the young cellist about his words, this close to confront the cellist about his searching and how he said his soulma,--

Nah, that's... could end up badly, and they have to work together through years of fellowship and tours after that, so Brett settled with his curiosity unsated.

And the cherry on top was how Brett and Eddy still fucked occassionally.

Especially now that Eddy's solo debut with Queenslad Con approaching, as Eddy tends to be needier everytime he was stressed about something.

For example like today,

the sound of scratchy violin playing slashed through the peaceful ambience of their friendly neighbourhood, it was barely recognisable as the third movement of the Barber violin concerto anymore, the sudden squeaks and skids forcing the bespectacled man to jump on his seat from time to time. Violin was never meant to sound that way.

Yes, scratchy, for Eddy had been practicing for six hours non-stop inside their designated practice room; It was more of a stress practice than practice.

Brett had spent the last two hours wheedling the strained violinist to stop playing and eat, or take a break, even. Knocking at their practice room every ten minutes or so, but the stubborn brat locked him out, ignoring him.

When Eddy finally peeked his head through the doorframe to asked for Brett to lend him a new E-string, Brett wasted no time to snatched the anxious musician, and force feed him in the kitchen, using violence if needed.

Brett litterally had to forced Eddy back to his seat when the younger was already finished with his food, and ready to worked his ass off the third movement of the concerto again.

"Stop, you're over-exerting yourself" Brett scolded him.

"i can't! i'm still not good enough, cursed whoever criticised the first two movements!"  Eddy yipped at Brett, tendrils of red adorning the rim of his tired eyes, screaming of exhaustion.

Oh well,

Brett sighed "You were good when you started, stop it bro, at least let your violin rest, you're over-exerting it, it had snapped enough string for one day"

Eddy's face blanched at his words, "can i borrow your violin?"

Brett shot him a glare. "No thank you" He  wouldn't mind to lend Eddy his violin in general, just, not now, not when the younger violinist practice his fingers raw.

Brett knew the symptoms, in times like this, Eddy would fall into this practice-mania state, often resulting in nothing more than stress as the outcome.

"hey, wanna have sex instead?"

"yes."

And that's how they fell into this familiar pattern again and again, hopefully it would reduced once Eddy had done his solo debut.

"Only one week to left till the concert, you can do this" Brett patted the younger's back as a consolation.

"I,-yes." Eddy managed a tiny croak, but his hold around Brett tightened once more. Brett sighed to the other's hair as he shooed the stiffness on the younger's muscles away, drawing small circles at the other's back.

"Bro, your hair smells, you should wash them tomorrow."

"yes."

By the dellirium in his reply, Brett knew that he has to be the one who dragged Eddy to the shower and wash his unkempt mullet again. It's a little longer to Brett's liking by now, maybe he should convince Eddy to get a haircut? Brett thought to himself as he played with the strands of brown.

"Go to sleep bro"

"yes."

Brett rolled his eyes and patted the younger to sleep.

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"You will come tonight right?" Eddy asked Brett for the umpteenth time that week, biting the nail on his thumb anxiously.

Brett leaned in and took his trembling fingers in his, rubbing the tremor away "Yes Eddy, i'll sit in the middle, front row." recited Brett everytime.

"I don't want to mess this up"

Brett sighed heavily "no, bro, you'll sound great, i believe in you"

"I think i need to practice" Eddy bolted to get his violin.

"nope! you'll make your fingers cramped, and your dress rehearsal is in an hour, read your music or something" Brett glanced at the clock on the wall, before tossed the music to Eddy's lap. "let's get ready."

The younger whined at that "noooo, i'm so nervous i think i'm gonna puke"

"puke if you must, now you know how i felt with the Tchaik" Brett sneered.

"yeah, so much pressure" He bit his bottom lip raw. Brett merely snickered as he took the neatly ironed tails, Eddy's dress shirt, his pants, what else he needed again?  he wondered..

"Hey Brett,"

Eddy grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in a heated kiss, their teeth clacked at the urgency of it. Brett positioned his fully occupied hands awkwardly, not wanting to cause any unwanted wrikle, but Eddy tug at his neck closer, as if pouring his worries and anxiety to the kiss.

"Better?" Brett panted when their lips separated.

"yeah, i need that"

Brett hummed before proceeded to help his bestfriend to prepare his concert attire. Now where were he..

"bro you forgot the tie" Eddy handed the satin white bowtie to him.

"no YOU forgot" Brett scoffed but pack it up anyway.  Brett stopped in the middle of his track towards the car as something important popped up in his mind.

"Bro, after i dropped you by the hall i'll have to go somewhere real quick"

Eddy's head shot up from the music "where to?"

Brett held in a smirk "pick up a friend"

*a/n*

or more like tomorrow,

see you next update ~(≧∇≦)~