[Twoset Violin] LA on a Saturday night（一）
-cliche的酒后吐真言
-BEB无差（maybe...?
-预计2~3章完结是HE！
-情节走向很适合🚗但我是不会写的！！!KEEPING THINGS PG HERE!!!😢
-第一次尝试全英文 各位lingling们轻喷QAQ
Summary: ‘Well it’s true what they say, nobody can fall in love in LA on a Saturday night’...or is it?
It was Saturday night, and Eddy Chen wondered for the millionth time why he was dragging a drunk and dangerously delicious Brett Yang back to their hotel room.
He should be snuggled up in his couch drinking BBT, he thought in quiet despair.
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They were on their 4mil world tour, LA being their fourth stop. Friday’s performance was a total success, and the crew decided to indulge in a bit of celebration that night. Eddy was still blaming himself for the few screw-ups in the Paganini set. His plan for the night had been to have one shot too many tequila and sneak away per usual—if he hadn’t seen Brett moving to the groove with some dude on the dance floor.
Normally Eddy wouldn’t have given a damn, at least not on the outside. Trust me, if you had secretly crushed on your partner and best friend for 10 years, you would have mastered the art of concealing your jealousy as well...probably. Eddy had no trouble acting all nonchalant when he saw Brett being intimate with someone else.Never mind, Brett’s always Brett. He never hooked up with the same boy or girl twice. Nobody can intertwine his life with Brett’s—except me. Eddy would think bitterly, and with twisted satisfaction.
But that night something snapped. Perhaps it was because the guy had his hands all over Brett. Perhaps it was because Brett was responding to him enthusiastically, moving against him and looking extremely provocative to Eddy. Perhaps it was because Eddy wasn’t so sober himself...For before he realized it, he had stomped up to the guy and told him to piss off.
‘And who the hell are you? His boyfriend?’ the guy was clearly offended.
Eddy opened his mouth, only to find that he had nothing to say. Yeah, what position was he in to call the shots on who Brett should and shouldn’t sleep with? He began to sober under the highly charged and extremely awkward atmosphere. What on earth was he thinking, acting like a rash and sulky fifteen-year-old?
‘Eddy, you’re drunk. Let’s get you a taxi, okay?’ he saw Brett turn apologetically to the other man,‘Sorry, Kristian, but I have to take my friend home.’
The guy named Kristian was apparently not a bit pleased at Eddy’s stealing Brett away for the night. He turned and muttered under his breath,‘Twit.’
The rest of the night was a blur. Eddy remembered punching Kristian in the face. He remembered gasps and a shattered wine glass. He remembered bruising his knuckles. He remembered Brett saying,‘Let’s GO, Eddy.’, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing him into the taxi.
The ride back to the hotel seemed to drag on forever, and Brett was silent the whole way. Eddy felt like apologizing, but then again, what was there to apologize for? BRETT should be the one apologizing. Brett’s too sophisticated and knows Eddy too well to not have noticed his overflowing love, but he chose to ignore it. At times like these he adopts an air of nonchalance and faux preppiness, same as with all his other friends, and sometimes Eddy felt so frustrated that he wanted to punch Brett in the face as well.
Eddy fell asleep, even though he was suffocating on the inside.
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