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Brendon Park is an asshole.
A self serving, arrogant, asshole of a man who does not care about anyone but himself. He does what he wants, when he wants, and has little regard for the effect on other people. As long as he is happy, who cares what other people think.
Except for you. Brendon had been nothing but generous and kind to you. Listening to you moan about your manchild of a partner for weeks on end, offering advice and comfort when needed, but more often than not, he was just there when you needed him. You had never thought that you would be on the receiving end of Brendon’s assholeness.
Until now.
You had woken up to banging coming from the living room of your apartment (which was far too small for two people, but that is a topic Brendon had planned to address at a later date). It was only when you shuffled through did you find your boyfriend, Matt, packing his things away.
“What are you doing?” You had said, moving to try and stop him from packing his stuff. Looking down into the box, you noticed how it wasn’t all his stuff. “Why are my vinyls in this box?”
He huffed, snatching the box away from you. “I’m leaving you, you couldn’t even have a ball to break up with me yourself. Besides, I can do much better than you, you’re just some assistant. I can get with models if I want too.”
“I’m a resident doctor…” You has started, but that wasn’t the point you were getting at. “I have no idea what you me- Can you please stop packing away my stuff, those are my salt and pepper shakers!”
“Yeah, well, I use them so I should get them. It’s the least I deserve after your side piece came here, threatening me and all.”
It was almost laughable, the way Matt was storming around the apartment. He looked like a child threatening to run away from home for the seventh time. He snatched a few more of your vinyls of the bookshelf, glaring at you as you removed them from his boxes.
“Seriously, I have no idea what you mean. Can’t we talk about this?”
“No.” He grabbed the box, now significantly lighter without your stuff in it, “Go sleep with your new asshole boyfriend instead. You’ll be grovelling for me in no time.”
And with that, Matt stormed out of the apartment, or at least tried to make an attempt to; it was closer to an angry stumble than anything else. As upset as you were, not even you could deny the relief you had, knowing he was gone and certainly not your problem, even if he did manage to make away with your salt and pepper shakers.
Although that did leave you with one final problem, who is this supposed asshole boyfriend you had never heard off before. It certainly wasn’t Robby, despite Matt and Robby not getting on the only time they met, Robby was your boss and he wouldn't cross that line, would he? Abbot definitely would take matters into his own hands if he really wanted too, but he would tell you beforehand. There was nobody else you could think of who would intervene in your life like that, especially those who would be mistaken for a boyfriend.
Unless…
“That asshole!” you gasped, as you lunged across the sofa for your phone, dialing Brendon’s number. If you had been calmer, you would have noticed the time and probably decided three am was not the best time for this call. But after the last twenty minutes you had, you were not calm and you certainly did not care about respecting boundaries.
It was only on the final ring did Brendon answer, his voice heavy and groggy with sleep. “What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“Stop caring about me; I’m mad at you! What the hell did you say to Matt?”
You could hear Brendon’s bed sheets rustle, you could clearly picture him sitting up in bed, trying to focus on the conversation more. “Nothing that wasn’t true. Why, what did he do this time?”
“He left me.”
The phone was silent for a moment.
“Good.” You could hear the amusement in Brendon’s voice, “The man can listen afterall.”
“You broke us up! Why the hell would you do that, Bren, you had no right. You’re such a self serving, arrogant, asshole of a man!”
The phone crackled slightly. “Big words for three in the morning, Princess, besides why are you mad? Are you upset I broke you two up - or are you upset that you didn’t do it yourself? Face it, baby, you were miserable. I just had the balls to do something about it.”
“You had no right, Brendon.”
“I couldn’t sit and watch the woman I love ruin herself trying to get some dumbass to love her back. Not when I’ve wanted you for years. So yeah, call me an asshole, I’d do it again”
It was your turn to go silent. His words ringing through your mind, going a mile a minute. He loves you. Brendon loves you. After years of you silently watching him, not letting yourself want him, and he loves you.
“You what?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Princess, you heard me. I love you.” He said, tone as gentle as he has always been with you. “Now are you still mad at me, or can I take you out sometime.”
You choke back a laugh, still trying to process everything. “You can just ask me out like that.”
“Why not? You were right, I am a self serving asshole. And I want you, so I’m going to everything I can to get you. So can I take you to dinner?”
As much as you wanted to mention that you also called him an asshole, it didn’t feel too appropriate. You sigh. “I can’t really say no, can I?”
“Not after I’ve just done you a massive favour, I’ll pick you up at 8 O’Clock tonight. I would say wear something pretty, but you would look stunning in everything.” You could hear Brendon’s smile in his words. “I mean it though, I do love you.”
“I love you too, Bren.” You smile as the words come out. “But if you ever pull this shit again, I swear to god.”
“I won't. There won't be any need, I’ll be the last boyfriend, and then the only husband, you’ll ever have. But that’s a later conversation, right now you need to sleep. Sleep well.”
Before you could respond, Brendon had already ended the call. Slowly, you lower your phone from your ear again. The red flashing of the clock on the bookshelf showed it was just before four am.
In one evening, Brendon had gone from your kind and considerate best friend, to the man you might just possibly spend the rest of your life with. Thank god Brendon had decided to be self serving, arrogant, asshole of a man this evening.