All Strings Attached

Chapter 11

He heard a loud gasp from the other line and immediately smiled, expecting the reaction.

"How can you be so shameless huh!" Win whined, lying down back on bed, hiding himself under the covers .

"Send some more" Bright said softly into the phone, giving Win goosebumps. The hair on his body stood up and he legit felt like Bright just whispered that in his ear. He could feel his warm breath hitting his ear.

"No" Win protested gently, pushing his face in pillow, his ear went red.

"Don't make me come and take one myself" Bright replied and Win didn't doubt him. He was the type of the person who could do anything without thinking of consequences.
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Win yawned loudly at the breakfast table, absentmindedly rubbing the butter on his toast.
Type glanced at Win while bitting his bread.

"You woke up pretty early today. Thats rare" Type said, picking up his cup of tea.

Win nodded, his hair messy. How can he tell his brother he didn't even sleep last night, waking up early is another thing.

"Alright I'm taking off" Type said, hurriedly standing up "Dad hasn't been home since yesterday. He asked me to come early today to help him"

"House has been awfully peaceful since dad is busy" Win muttered, still playing with his toast. Type who stretched his hand with the intention of patting Win's head as goodbye , changed his mind at Win's statement and smacked him instead.

"Goodbye mom" Type said, kissing his mom's cheeks and picked up his car keys, turning back to look at Win "You need a ride ?"

Win shook his head, gently putting his toast back on the plate after covering it with butter . "We'll take bus. Saint rudely wake me up  to go college every morning. Today I'll bang his door early until his ears bleed."

Type nodded and went out.

Much to his dismay, Win put his head on breakfast table just to have a little rest and ended up falling asleep. In the end, Saint was the one banging his fist on table to wake Win up coz they were late for college bus again.

"I'll get the bus alone next time if you slept till late" Saint scolded, his voice breathy due to running towards the bus stop.

"I dwent ewen sweep laf nife!" Win fought back but Saint had no idea what the hell he said since his mouth was muffled with toast. He had a hard time gulping down the dry toast and raised his arm in an attempt to hold Saint's hand " Hold my hand na ! You run too fast"

Just as they reached the station, bus was about to leave. Lucky for them the driver was used to of them coming late and will stop the bus if he sees them running like dogs.

They got on bus and reached college and the moment Win sat down on his seat, he fell asleep.
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Mike was staring at Bright for dead 4 solid minutes.
"You gonna burn a hole on his face with your constant stare" A guy walked pass by Mike and smacked his head.

Bright was sitting on the chair backward, his arms folded on the table ahead and his head was resting on it, fast asleep.

Gun walked pass them, holding a thick file.

"He looks like a really soft person while sleeping" Mike said, frowning at Bright "Also defenseless"

Gun snickered and replied, without raising his eyes off the file "Why don't you try to touch him?"