All Strings Attached

Chapter 15

"You are" Fuse replied and concealed his flirting tone with a laugh.

"Lets go" Bright said, causing Fuse to look at him.

"We will. Let me finish this" Win said, shaking Bright off.

Win ignored him and moved his hand forward to pick up the drink, moving it closer to his lips when he felt the back of Bright's hand on his lips, blocking his way to drink.

Both guys raised their faces and looked Bright's face who grabbed the drink.

"What do you think you are doing?" Fuse asked, finally addressing Bright with anger visible in his voice.

Bright didn't reply. He glared back at Fuse and clenched the cup in his hand so hard that there appeared few cracks on the transparent plastic glass.

Win gasped and stood up, trying to take the glass back "Bright what are you doing? If you really want it that bad , We can share ! No need to be selfish"

Bright still muttered no word and just glared at Fuse. He slowly made his way to nearby trash can and threw the drink away with a force, the content of it flying out of the bin.

It attracted the attention of remaining customers and Fuse stood up, offended "You!"

Bright came back and held Win's arm, forcing him to stand up. He spoke, his voice heavy "Finished. Now Lets go"

Win shook his arm away from Bright and frowned "Why are you being difficult? I told you I wanted to drink that"

"There is no need to stay here" Bright glared back at him and tried to hold his arm again to drag him out but Win moved back , upset "You apologise to P'Fuse first"

Bright looked at Win as if he has gone crazy. What does sorry contain if its not meant from the bottom of your heart?

Bright looked at Fuse and saw him standing there, with the tip of his lip slightly perked up in a satisfied smirk.

Bright gritted his teeth and held Win's wrist, harder than he did before and dragged him outside the shop meanwhile Win kept trying to set himself free.

"Let me go!" Win yelled, pushing his feet on ground to stop walking. Bright pulled his arm harder, making him stumble and hit his knee harshly into the nearby standing Bicycle.

"Ugh" He groaned in pain and raised his knee, rubbing his free hand on it as he cursed Bright loudly "Leave me you are hurting me!"

Bright turned back, his face having scary frown on it. Win's hand had turned purple, this is how hard Bright was gripping on his wrist.

"Get in the fucking car!" Bright yelled.

He pulled Win again. Win was standing with his whole weight on one leg. Another pull made him lose his balance and he fell down on the hard concrete road.

Bright looked at him. He didn't do it on purpose so he bowed down and helped him stand up. As soon as he left Win's wrist, Win pulled his hand back and slapped Bright across his face as hard as he could.

Few people passing by slowed down to see these two. Win angrily took heavy breaths. He stared at his hand and saw it slowly getting back to normal colours. Slapping sure did help him getting his circulation back.

But now his heart was filling itself with worry. Bright had held his wrist and almost stopped the circulation. Imagine how hard he would hit back in the reply of this slap.