deux

with three left

a/n: angst incoming! sorry in advance. but also thank you all for 1.5k reads and 100 votes uwu!

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(b.y.)
eddy kept his word and picked up brett from the coffee shop so that they could walk together to the opera house. they held hands for most of the trip, but stopped once they neared the building. neither of them wanted to expose their relationship—or whatever it was—to their colleagues.

they soon parted ways, eddy heading to his dressing room and brett going backstage to find lia.

the blonde headed girl was easy to spot, and she waved at brett with a smile.

"sooo, how was your date?" lia asked, her voice low.

"who said anything about a date?" brett replied, acting clueless, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away.

lia gave him a knowing look.

"fine—it was good—great, actually" brett answered. it was clear to the blonde girl that brett was falling in love.

"where's he going after this? i mean, since we only have 3 shows left." lia inquired. brett was stunned at the question, he hadn't really thought about that too much. "and after that, two weeks of vacation! are you excited?"

"we haven't really talked about that yet." brett responded, his voice small. he hadn't any plans for vacation yet, either.

"are you two, like, official?" lia tilted her head in confusion.

"i-i'm not sure, we really haven't talked about that either." brett's mood immediately dropped at the realization that he had no idea what he was to eddy, and what their relationship, if you could even call it that, really meant.

"i guess i'll talk to him tonight." brett said, defeated. they were going to have a lot to talk about.

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after the concert, brett walked to eddy's dressing room so that they could commence their normal routine of hanging out together, but eddy was nowhere to be found.

brett called eddy, once, twice, even a third time. sent straight to voicemail on each call.

was eddy avoiding him? did he regret what happened last night?

brett was confused, sad, and tired, and eventually ended up walking to the bus stop alone.

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(e.c.)
after the concert, eddy was informed that there were some very important people in the audience that night who wished to meet with him.

those people turned out to be directors of orchestras that were interested in offering him a soloist position, and who had come to review his performance.

they offered to take him out to a last minute dinner meeting, and he happily accepted. he wondered if he should text brett to tell him that they couldn't hang out that night, but figured that brett would be fine on his own.

this was eddy's fatal flaw. see, eddy had never had relationships that were serious, much less long lasting. he was unaware of how hurt brett felt at the fact that eddy was ignoring him, albeit unintentionally. he also remained ignorant of the fact that brett had grown quite attached to him in the two weeks they had known each other.

so eddy sat through dinner, taking notice of a small ache in his heart. i'm probably just tired, he thought.

meanwhile, the directors were praising him on his performance of the sibelius concerto, saying it was one of the best they had seen in years, and was particularly impressive for a somewhat new soloist. they were offering him positions in brisbane and adelaide, even as far as germany.

to say the least, eddy was overwhelmed by their propositions, but nonetheless excited. playing the violin as a job had been a lifelong dream of his, and it was coming true right before his eyes.

after leaving dinner, eddy headed back to his hotel room, and slept soundly in the bed that still smelt of brett's vanilla shampoo. he didn't even wake up when his phone rang.

(4) missed calls from brett yang.

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(b.y.)
brett sighed heavily as he got sent to voicemail yet again. he laid on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

he tried not to think too much of it, maybe eddy was just busy. after all, he was well on his way to becoming a world-class soloist. brett was just a mediocre violinist who worked as a part time barista.

eventually, his mind jumped to the worst of conclusions.

what if eddy completely regretted their date? what if he had decided that he didn't like brett after all? or even worse, never even liked him in the first place? he wasn't just a fling, was he?

doubts were racing through brett's mind as he tossed and turned on his bed.

brett decided firmly that he would talk to eddy tomorrow, before the concert. he promised himself that he wouldn't get distracted by eddy's soft lips, or his perfect eyes, or the way he smiled—stop it.

he eventually fell asleep, quite uncomfortably, laying on top of the covers and with his lights still on.