All Strings Attached

Chapter 10

People gathered around them as Type punched Bright on his face.

"You'll pay for this!"  Type yelled. Everyone around them forced them to let go of eachother and recommended not to fight over small thing.

"You better pray you never run into my in future" Bright glared at him, his eyes bloodshot.

"I can't possibly think of any reason of meeting people like you in future" Type spat back and both glared at eachother until Bright walked away.

Type sighed and went back into his car, trying to normalize his breath before starting the engine again.

He drove pass by Win's college, trying to look for Win and Saint at the entrance but he figured they might've already walked towards the cafe. Driving slowly by the sidewalk he finally spotted the two.

"Nong!" He called Win, rolling down his car's window.

"P'Type" Win said, looking at Type who slowed down his car.
"Hope in. I was going to get the coffee too" Type offered .

They both got into the car with Saint pushing Win aside and quickly sitting in front. Win gave him a glare but went to sit on backseat.

"Phi what happened to the car's door? It has this huge dent on it!" Saint asked and Win curiously looked at Type who frowned, looking ahead at road "Some idiot hit it"

"Boy this city is dangerous" Win stated, pushing his head back to rest against the headset.

"Exactly. Thats why I prefer you guys not to walk around alone" Type said, looking at Win through his rare view mirror.

They stopped and entered the cafe. Seeing the Owner standing at the counter, Win gave a sheepish smile and bowed his head, muttering his hello.

"P'Fuse" Saint said, quickly taking his apron to change "Let me take care of the rest khub"

Fuse nodded and looked at Win.

"I'll have oatmilk honey latte please " Type stated, adressing the owner, Fuse smiled and nodded, writing down the order. He looked at Win and before he could say anything, Fuse interrupted "Hazelnut latte with extra whipped cream? Just like yesterday you made it here yourself"

Win let out a delighted laugh and nodded "Yes phi"

"On it's way" Fuse stared at him, smiling.

"Lets sit over there" Type said, already walking towards the table. Win walked behind him but was stopped by Fuse.

Win nervously smiled at him "About what I did last time.. I'm sorry phi"

"Don't worry about it" Fuse smiled, leaning against the counter "How come I've never seen you around here before?"

"Honestly your cafe is expansive" Win laughed "I usually buy coffee from my college canteen"

Fuse chuckled, looking down at Win's shoes. He slowly raised his eyes, giving Win a good stare from his toes to his head. Win felt a little odd and excused himself.

He walked over to his brother who seemed to be waiting for Win.

"I think the owner was just hitting on me " Win joked, pointing his thumb towards the counter.

"Sit down Win" Type said, picking up his drink.

"I don't mind a sugar daddy though" Win muttered, provoking his older brother to react. Type gave him a look and Win chuckled, his face now having a satisfied smile.

"Win. I understand if you want to hide things from dad" Type spoke, not being able to keep it in his heart anymore "But why did you lie to me yesterday?"

Win stopped and looked at Type, Thinking out of all lies, what lie was P'Type talking about.

"Why did you say you were with Saint yesterday? I came and you weren't here" Type sighed.

"Thats some good detective skills you have there" Win joked, trying to change the subject but he dropped the idea when he saw the serious look on Type's face.

"Are you in some kind of trouble? I told you you can talk to me" Type asked again.

"Oh phi" Win whined "Stop worrying na. There is nothing like that"

"Then where were you?" Type asked.

"I was with someone" Win slowly confessed and saw Type's expressions changing.

"A girl?" He asked, surprised.

"Well" Win thought a little and decided not to correct him "Yeah"

Type let out a relief sigh and smiled "Thats better than what I thought"

"What did you think I was in some kind of drug dealing?" Win asked.

Type grimaced and picked up his drink, his heart much at ease.
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Bright stared up at the sky as he let go of a thick puff of smoke through his lips. With a cigarette in his left hand, he blinked blankly at the dark sky, sitting on the roof of his apartment.

The cold wind was chilling his bones to its core and it seems like the lit cigarette was the only source of warmth around him besides the fire of revenge he had  in his heart.

He heard footsteps behind him but he already knew who it was so he didn't bother turning around.

Gunther came to him and sat down, pulling out his own pack of cigarette.

He took a strong drag and sighed, finally speaking "You used to hate cigarettes so much "

Bright snickered, already joining the cigarette to his lips.

"I used to hate a lot of things. Now I feel like all those things are parts of me" Bright replied, his voice cold.

" You worked with patience all these years." Gunther said.

"Revenge ain't going to bring my previous life back" Bright said, glaring ahead "Its not going to bring back my parents"

Suddenly Bright laughed but there was no happiness in his voice. Gunther looked at him and Bright continued "But it sure will bring peace to my mind when i'll wreck everything he have. I'll make him suffer until he begs for death"

"Don't lose your mind my boy" Gunther patted his back. Bright looked at him finally. Gunther took another drag and spoke "I can understand your pain. I lost my 2 son in this field"

Bright blinked at him before going back to his cigarette again. He closed his eyes as he sucked on the stick, an image of a helpless child drowning in water came in front of his eyes, crying for help.

Gunther pulled his hand back from Bright's shoulder and saw there were faded bloodstains on his shirt.

"Why don't you throw this shirt ? Washing wouldn't help removing these stains" Gunther suggested and Bright looked at his shirt, finally smiling.

"This shirt smells nice. I'll keep it for a long time" Bright replied although he was talking about shirt but it awfully sounded like he was talking about a living thing.

After taking another drag, he puffed out the smoke, his mind now only stuck at a certain boy.

He pulled out his cellphone and stared at the screen , typing.