All Strings Attached

Chapter 21

Type nodded and replied, opening the door "He can walk back to the station"

Win smiled, staring out at road while Type's restless fingers tapped the staring wheel.

"Ask him to meet me right now"

Win looked in the direction of driver's seat and smiled softly at the mention of other boy.

"Some day maybe" He replied, gently.

"Some day?" His brother raised his eyebrows "maybe?"

Win chuckled and pushed his head back on the seat.

"Ask him to meet me right now!"

"Ah phi?" Win said, getting his back off of seat and sat straight "Can you take me to the nearest plaza? I need to buy new phone"

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"Will you take me with you tonight?" Mike asked, sitting backward on chair, staring at Gun who was busy looking at his phone.

"No. You are useless" He replied shortly, without raising his eyes.

Mike pouted and put his chin on chair , replying "Tell me again who save your ass in every robbery"

Meanwhile Bright entered the workshop lounge with an unexpected wide smile. Everyone stared at him without blinking their eyes.

"Whats up?" He asked cheerfully to the first guy he saw.

Mike frowned and looked at Gun who was frowning at Bright.

Bright approached Gun and tried to press his lips together to stop himself from grinning.

"What is that disgusting thing on your face?" Gun asked, his face scrunched.

"What?" Bright asked, surprised.

"This" He said,  pinching Bright's cheek around his lips.

"Fuck off" Bright chuckled and slapped his hand away.

"But you never smile!" Mike protested, standing up "Look at all these poor guys! They are so shocked their eyes might come out of their sockets!"

Mike moved his hand to point at other boys who were probably as shocked as Gun.

Bright's smile slipped off as he observed everyone's face. How long has it been since he was truly happy like this?

What this one dumb college boy did to him?

Bright pressed his lips together and raised his brows "Why are you staring  huh? Don't you all have some bad deeds to do? Go rob someone, kill someone. Don't waste time staring at me"

Mike chucked and Gun turned towards Bright, his lips parted. 9 years with him yet he had never seen Bright like this before.

Bright let out a small smile and sat down on his couch, his 1 leg resting over the other. His phone vibrated and he immediately fished his hand in his pocket, talking it out. It was a text from unknown number

"I got a new phone"

Bright smiled and bit his lips. He didn't have to ask who it was and quickly typed back "I miss you"

"Gunther asked us to deal with a problem tonight" Gun reminded him, his eyes doubtful.

Bright nodded un-attentively and stared at his phone impatiently. He was about to text again when his phone vibrated.