writingsfortwoset

[writingsfortwoset]

“support and comfort, i bet”

“Bro, this is why they ship us,” Brett blurts out laughing one night, while reviewing a video they filmed for the Menhin Competition. “Look at you staring for six seconds straight.”

Eddy wasn’t expecting that. Brett usually doesn’t bring up the shipping their fans do; it was quite an awkward subject for the both of them, although they started it.

“Shut up,” he says as he glanced over the laptop with a shy grin. “I was just.. uh, being a good listener.”

“I wasn’t even talking, the interviewer asked you a question, man. I don’t even need to lurk on Twitter to know you’re being made fun of,” Brett teased with a fond smile. He knew Eddy was just feeling quite shy, his introverted tendencies showing, but boy are his ears turning redder by the minute.

“Ugh, I was looking for support, bro,” Eddy retorts.

“Uhuh, support and comfort, I bet,” Brett singsongs. “What, did my face help?”

Eddy answers after a beat, while he’s unusually super focused on scrolling on his phone. “Your whole being helps.”

Now even his cheeks have a slight tinge of pink. Wow.

“Hmm, so that’s why...” the shorter one teases more, eyebrows arched while his arms are crossed. He looks at Eddy amusedly.

“What?”

Brett shakes his head slightly with a funny grin on his face. “Nothing, just kidding.”

It’s okay, you can always lean on me.

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home is a feeling. | #happybrettday

It was about to strike eleven at nighttime when the tipsy violinist duo came home from partying with their friends in Singapore. Today is March 3rd, which is Brett’s birthday, but there are also a lot of things to be thankful about. That’s what Brett wholeheartedly thinks.

The lights were off when Eddy (clumsily) unlocked the door, which means that it was only the two of them present. If the three flat mates were complete, it would have been easier to get inside.

After settling their stuff and changing into their jumpers and joggings, Eddy found Brett leaning on the railings out at their balcony. He was facing towards the sky with eyes closed, arms on the railings, and the cold evening breeze brushing gently against his hair.

“Hey, man. You still have an hour before your reign ends,” Eddy leans with his right arm on the railing, eyes directed fondly at the birthday boy.

“My reign, huh,” Brett smirks, eyes still closed. “You pesante.”

Brett pauses for a bit. He proceeds to rest his head on his arms. “As a considerate king, I am aware that your social energy must’ve been drained after that party,” he jokingly pokes Eddy’s chest. “You must rest, pesante.”

“Bro, why did you say that in Chinese?” Eddy shakes his head and chuckles with his eyebrows furrowed. “Master Yang Bo Yao, I am tired. However! You seem more unstable than me, and it’s my duty to protect you at all costs.”

“You do know you sound like a book composer when you’re tipsy, right?” Brett giggles.

“Book compos- heh,” Eddy snorts, preceding a low chuckle. “Bro, your terms are getting weirder than mine.”

Brett’s eyes are fluttering close now, but the small smile still resides on his face.

“Hey...”

“Hm?”

A pause. “Don’t you wish you were home right now?” Eddy asks with a small voice.

“Of course I do. That’s why I called my mom first thing in the morning... Well, more like she called me first, woke me up,” Brett responds without missing a beat. His intuition says he knows where this is going. He opens his eyes only to find Eddy staring straight into the city lights of Singapore. The latter’s face was stoic but there was a glint of guilt in his eyes.

Ah, I knew it.

“Hey,” Brett calls out with a low, gentle voice. Eddy looked startled for half a second, being brought out from his own thoughts. “I don’t regret staying here with you, though. Remember, it was both our decision.”

“Sure, but I proposed it,” Eddy says.

“Stop blaming yourself, dude. I like being here, hey, and Singapore’s cool. I miss my family, but I won’t get upset for not being there. After all, home is where you feel safe, loved, and cared for, right?” Brett’s eyes are smiling. Eddy faces him with a slight pout and raises his eyebrows.

“Well,” he continues, “thanks for making any place feel like home,  Eddy.”

And I am so much more grateful to have you, not just here right by my side, but in my life. That’s what I wholeheartedly think.

“Dude, are you actually tearing up?!”

“What- n-no, your glasses must be foggy!”

“Oh and it’s because you’re almost at par with my mom with how you took care of me when I was sick- you’re really facing the other side to wipe your tears!”

“No I’m not!”

“That’s- you’re so-”

“Stop laughing, dumbass.”

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turning the tables (breddy)

cw: romantic!breddy

In our videos, spectators regard you as the one with the ‘heart eyes’. The one who stares right into me, who listens intently while I play, who laughs a little louder after seeing me do the same. The one whose concern radiates from simple pats on the shoulder, and from the gazes and glances and stares you grace me with.

What they don’t know is how I love it when your eyes are closed while playing a piece, because I get to watch you become lost in the beautiful music. How I pretend to look directly at the camera while recording, but really, I’m just observing you us from its screen. How I wake up before you and smile, albeit groggily, because your gaping mouth is the first thing I see in the morning. How I’d rather stay home and play Smash Bros with you, although I’m an extrovert. How I’d watch you set up the cameras while I sit behind you. How I’d take so many videos of us to look back on. How I’d capture photos of you.

In written fictions, you are often the one who’s always a step ahead in the game -- the one who falls first, the one who realizes ahead, the one who waits. I’m the oblivious, dumb one, but hey (and don’t ask me how I knew that).

I’m just lucky enough we don’t film ourselves 24/7, and smart enough to make the tables turn at least for some minutes on video.

If I fail, well then. Let it be known.

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two am twoset convos; - a breddy (friend)ship fic

it’s past two o’clock already in singapore. two violinists at the age of twenty-nine and thirty were snuggled under a comforter on a large, single king-sized bed in their condominium bedroom. there was only one lamp on, their eyes stinging every few minutes because of the light radiating from both of their phones. the taller one was laying on his right side and was facing the shorter one, who was laying on his back.

eddy was scrolling through his instagram feed, checking up on his mates after a long day of filming and planning with brett. their channel was continuously growing after eight years of long hard work, and after playing a piece from tchaikovsky, sibelius, brahms, bach, and mendelssohn to celebrate their subscribers count milestones, they were now preparing for the seven million mark.

how time flies.

he was skimming through posts when something mostly black and white caught his eye, and he focused on it. a gasp was emitted from him as shock and amusement turned his eyes from being droopy to widened.

“what is it?” brett turned to look with inquiring eyes at his bestfriend, whose mouth was agape and was slowly turning into a grin.

“ray, freakin’, chen,” the light emitted from eddy’s phone screen is now turned to brett’s face, “is now married! damn, how’d he hide that from us?”

“what? seriously?” brett single-handedly cupped eddy’s hand to stabilize the phone, and lo-and-behold. the violinist groom was smiling at his beautiful wife as the people in the background threw petals toward their way.

brett beamed out of amusement. “wow, i didn’t even know he had a fiance! i thought we would all grow old together as single, greasy violinists playing smash bros for life,” he chuckled. eddy responded with a ‘yeah,’ retreated his phone from brett and started typing a congratulatory message to ray.

a bunch of breaths were inhaled and exhaled amidst the silence. their minds were both working on what to text ray, thumbs pausing every now and then. brett was still composing his own message when...

“brett, do you think we’ll still see each other when we’re married?”

a pause. “duh? you said it already, when we’re married. so we’ll be in the same house, you idiot,” brett decided to joke, still alternating between typing and backspacing on his phone.

eddy chuckled lightly. “no, seriously though...”

it’s at this that brett’s typing halted. he turned his head towards eddy, who now had his phone down, and whose eyes were unreadable and focused on him. brett thought that his tone was too soft to be ignored, too vulnerable. maybe it’s because it’s two in the morning and the tiredness is kicking in, thus eddy’s voice seemed a bit sad.

“of course, bro,” brett offered a small smile while setting his phone down on his chest. “we’ve been inseparable ever since we met. when we do separate, it’s not like we don’t do video calls,” he chuckled as he remembered the video messages they’ve sent back and forth during the few years before twoset. that was their way of updating each other. “and it’s been, what, 16 years now...? no marriage can stop us from hanging out every now and then, right? plus, i bet you’d be the favorite uncle of my future kids, hey.”

eddy lightly snorted at this, “well, duh. that’s eddy chen for you, world’s best uncle, lah!” he imitates an asian mother’s accent at this.

brett took this as a cue that everything was fine, and went back to his phone, oblivious of eddy’s lingering stare. eddy wasn’t the type to be dramatic and full of feelings, but... brett is the other half of his soul. the best-est human being in his life. it was always different with him -- vibrant, happy, safe.

home.

he bites back the urge to sigh deeply as he takes in the sight of his best friend, albeit a little blurry because his glasses were taken off. brett’s at the marrying age now (at least, for most of their friends) and though quite difficult, the shorter violinist has been going on undercover dates with a lady named vivian, in spite of their busy schedules. eddy just knows she might be the one for his best friend, judging from how he talks about her as if he still had that big crush on vivian 6 years later.

he bites back the urge to get envious of the time he spends with her, the latter sometimes being the reason why they have to adjust the filming schedules (’maybe i just need my own girlfriend, ugh’).

he bites back the urge to ask about the channel. they’ve been filming a lot for the past eight years, and had three world-tours already. after the marriage of one, what then? will they contin--

eddy stops himself. let’s just focus on the seven million mark now, shall we?

“i’ll always be here for you brett, you know that, right?”

brett can’t help smiling at the cheesiness. “you always were, so i guess you always will be,” he snickered. he set his phone under his pillow, and then lied down on his left side to face eddy.  his left hand was tucked beneath his head. “you sound so sad bro, what’s up?”

eddy shrugged and averted his gaze. his next words were more of an evasive lie, but still kind of true, so...

“nothing, i’m just tired. first time for a nocturnal like me.”

brett recognized eddy’s (kind of a) liar voice, of course. after almost two decades of being soulmates, bestfriends, brothers, co-creators, and basically the best partners in crime, how would he not know? he had an idea of what eddy was thinking. after all, the latter wasn’t quite an expert at hiding the sad puppy eyes he does sometimes when brett says his goodbyes before leaving for a date.

nevertheless, he chose to keep quiet about it, and just arched his eyebrows at his bestfriend. it was followed by his smile and gaze which emitted nothing short of endearment. brett’s face was illuminated by the warm, orange light from the lamp on eddy’s bedside table, creating small yellow gleams in each of his eyes.

eddy always felt loved by those eyes.

“you do know that i’ll always do the same for you, right?” brett asked softly. “always, even when i get married. until you grow bald,” he added, chuckling.

eddy smiles warmly at his best friend’s words amidst their locked gazes. “you’re the one who’s growing bald,” he rolled his eyes. “but yeah, the greasiest best friends.”

i’m just certain that i’m going to miss you so bad, bro.