All Strings Attached

Chapter 5

"Not until you tell me why is that boy after you" Gun insisted.

"I told you it was a coincidence! I don't fucking meet him everyday" Bright yelled.

"So he is just a boy who casually meet you and make out with you?" Gun yelled back

Bright ignored him and went inside the garage with Gun following him.

"Don't ignore me!" Gun shouted and held Bright's shoulder who  jerked him away, throwing Gun against the wall and pulled out his pistol , placing it at Gun's forehead.

"You know what will happen if Gunther found out about your affair with the city boy" Gun spat out, tempting Bright to shoot.

"I DON'T HAVE ANY AFFAIR!" Bright yelled at the top of his lungs and hit Gun's chin with the back of his pistol.

"Stop you both!"  one of their mate yelled and few of them gathered around them, trying to separate them.

"Whats going on here huh!?" They heard Gunther coming, yelling at them.

"What are you doing? Leave him right now!" Gunther yelled and placed his hand on Bright's hand holding Gun's collar.

Bright glared at Gun, feeling his heart pumping crazily. He felt the strongest urge to hit but instead he let go Gun who touched his own lips and spit out the blood gathered in his mouth.

"Why two of my lions are fighting like stray dogs!? Gunthar yelled, annoyed "I told you hundred of times, We are a family! And family don't come to each other's throat over little things" He said and looked at Gun "Now what was the matter?"

Gun wiped the blood off his lips and looked at Bright before looking back at Gunther and muttered "Nothing serious"

"I am going to my apartment" Bright muttered, his voice hoarse and he left without giving any explanation.

He felt the rage burning his inside. He stepped out the garage and lit a cigarette, placing it on his lips like it was an oxygen mask.

As soon as he entered his apartment, he pulled out his jacket, throwing it at the wall and kicked the wooden stool in his way. He sat down on his single worn out bed and pushed his hair back in frustration, his foot tapping the floor, frustrated.

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Next day, Type was standing around the campus, waiting for Win. He was lost in his own thoughts when someone addressed him.

"Phi khub?" Type raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy, smiling "You again?"

Mike was standing there, smiling like a puppy. He nodded.

"How are you now? Is your knee okay?" Type asked, giving him his whole attention.

" Khub" Mike replied and smiled "I came to thank you" . He felt butterflies in his stomach by just looking at Type's concerned face. Type had his hair pushed back with few strands falling ahead on his spotless face.

"I thought maybe we can get something to eat? Treat is on me, I want to thank you " Mike said, his voice nervous.

Type blinked at him twice then smiled sweetly and replied "There is no need for that"

"But I really want to" Mike insisted, his face sincere.

"Uh but I really have to go get my younger brother" Type replied.