We don't like to put a label on it or, in other words, Twosetviolin one-shots

Mr. Handsome

Brett stopped playing when Eddy entered the room, but his boyfriend just shook his head and smiled, encouraging him to finish the piece. Brett put the violin back in place and went back to where he left off, though not with the same ease.

Eddy leaned against the wall and watched his bow strokes while Brett couldn't help but stare at him. Eddy was wearing those black sparkly pants that nicely showed off everything possible to show off, a dark shirt with the first few buttons undone, and an unbuttoned loose-fitting jacket. He also wore a silver earring, a chain around his neck, and rings on his fingers. His hair looked neatly combed and styled.

It's not like Brett minded the way Eddy dressed. Eddy might as well have been wearing a potato sack and Brett would still find him attractive. It wasn't really about him feeling inferior either - Brett knew he could start dressing more stylishly if he really wanted to, but he didn't care much about it. Still, when he was looking at himself - wearing their merch, gray shorts, and with bedhead hair - and then back at Eddy, it wasn't surprising to him that Eddy had fans. Brett had them too, he knew that, but he didn't really understand why. Eddy, on the other hand, always looked perfect and well-groomed. They used to joke about it, but now he was actually turning into a k-pop star. And Brett couldn't help but think that Eddy could date anyone. Anyone he would like.

The last note sounded out of his violin and Brett realized he'd been relying heavily on muscle memory because by the end of the piece he had been completely lost in thought.

"I love you," Eddy said, looking at him with those dreamy eyes. Again, Brett didn't understand why. His playing wasn't all that great.

He laughed insincerely at these words and put down his violin.

"Then you've lost your mind," he commented, and Eddy pouted.

"Usually the answer is 'I love you too'," he blurted out, so Brett muttered 'I love you too' under his breath.

"That wasn't very enthusiastic."

Brett raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Do you want me to get down on my knees and recite a poem to you?"

Eddy grinned in response and stepped closer. "That would be best."

Brett shook his head and turned his back on Eddy, gathering his things. He felt his boyfriend come closer.

"Look..." Eddy said nervously, and Brett recognized the tone because it was always there when Eddy wanted to talk about something but was unsure for some reason. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

Brett paused in his movements, slightly surprised.

He turned to Eddy and smiled softly. "Of course not. Everything is fine. It's just... It doesn't matter, it's nonsense."

"What nonsense?" Eddy asked, putting on his confused expression.

Brett didn't want to talk about it, but he didn't want to lie either, and he knew Eddy was nosy enough to keep bothering him about it if Brett refused to tell.

"I was thinking about you... about how handsome you are and how anyone would fall in love with someone like you."

Eddy blushed and started to play with his fingers.

"You always say things like that without any embarrassment," he said almost accusingly, and Brett laughed.

"That's because it's true. And that's why I don't understand why you would want to be with me."

Eddy's embarrassment was gone and he was staring at Brett in surprise now.

"You're kidding right?" he asked, but with Brett still looking serious, Eddy's eyebrows frowned as if he was upset. "You know what, apart from the fact that you're a handsome dude too, you should know that I would always choose you!"

To Brett's confusion, Eddy pulled his phone out of his pocket and began searching through it aggressively. He held out his index finger as if forbidding Brett to speak.

"This!" he shouted triumphantly and showed Brett a picture on his phone. It was Eddy from a few years ago. But Brett still didn't get what was going on.

"Do you see it?" Eddy continued. "It's me from before. With a crumpled, unironed t-shirt, zero muscles, pimples all over my face, and a crappy haircut! I looked horr-..."

"You did not," Brett said, frowning. He reached out and touched Eddy's cheek. "Why are you talking about yourself like that?"

"See?!" Eddy shouted, not forgetting to nuzzle his cheek up against Brett's hand. "You're doing it again!"

"I'm doing what?"

Eddy chuckled. "The only person at that time who had ever told me how handsome and cute I was, was you. And I want someone like that." He took Brett's hand from his face and brought it to his chest. "Someone who will love me no matter what I look like. Because I don't dress up to make others swoon over me. I do it for myself because I enjoy it."

"I know," Brett mumbled and looked down. "But I still think you looked great, even back then..."

Eddy let go of Brett's hand, looking frustrated. "Okay, just let it go..."

Brett laughed shyly. He glanced back at Eddy and placed his now freed hand at Eddy's waist.

"I still think that you are and have always been the most beautiful, handsome, and hottest..."

"Now you're just teasing me!"

"No, I'm telling the truth!"

Eddy put his hands on Brett's cheeks and squeezed them to keep him from talking. "You have to stop or else I'll go bananas. And we don't want that. And also, stop being jealous of fans."

"I'm not jealous!" Brett lisped because it was hard to talk with his cheeks pressed together.

Eddy removed his hands and raised his eyebrows.

"It's them who are jealous of me," Brett explained. "After all, I have seen you in a way the fans have never seen you. Multiple times, to add onto that."

"And by that you mean?" Eddy asked with confusion, and Brett just stared into his eyes, waiting for Eddy to finally catch on, and when he saw a red blush creeping up his boyfriend's cheeks, he knew he understood. He burst out laughing, but as soon as Eddy leaned in and whispered something in his ear, he felt warmer too.

Holding his hand and following him to another part of the apartment, Brett still thought his boyfriend would look great in everything. And just as great without anything.