All Strings Attached

Chapter 23

Type who had came out of backroom a while ago was now looking around, trying to find his brother "Win?"

"Win!" Win came out of his trance when he heard his brother calling his name. He raised his heavy eyelids and saw his brother walking towards him.

His heart shivered. What if Gun did something to P'Type?

But luckily, Gun passed Win another wide smile and walked passed Type as if nothing happened.

"Where were you? I've been looking everywhere for you"Type scolded, holding two packets in his hand "And I got the flavour. They forgot to put this in display"

Win's eyes followed Gun going away and they only lowered  when the intimidating figure left the store.

"Hurry up, lets find rest of the stuff and go back home. Its gonna get really chilly tonight" Type was still talking normally, his clueless eyes looking around the aisle. He stopped abruptly when he felt something warm wrapping around his both hands.

He looked down and saw Win slowly holding his hands, the grip tightening eventually .

"P'Type" He mumbled, his hands hidden in his older's brother's "Lets go back"

"Win whats wrong?" Type frowned at the sudden behaviour, staring at his brother's face, worried.

Win didn't say anything but he was visibly shaking. Type came closer and put his hand on his shoulder "Win whats wrong? What happened?"

Win immediately grabbed Type's hand from his own shoulder and said, his voice louder than before "Lets go back home!"

Type couldn't understand what was happening and he wanted to reason with Win but seeing him restless and scared, Type gave up and decided to listen to him.

"Okay okay calm down. We will go home right now okay?" Type coaxed him, putting the stuff back in the basket. Win nodded harshly and with shaky legs , he took fast steps.

During the whole ride, he looked very panicked. Type was also getting worried for real. As soon as he entered the house, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Mom! MOM?" anxiously looking around the whole living room, he felt panic rushing over him when his mom didn't immediately come in front of him.

"Win Stop yelling. What has got into you huh?" Type hushed him

"Win?" His mom called, coming down the stairs "What happened baby? I was in your room, cleaning"

Win immediately ran to her, hugging her as tight as he could.

She was also taken back but patted Win's hair calmly. She looked at Type who was also worriedly looking at him, shrugging his shoulders.

After Win had made sure his mom was fine, he pulled out of hug and rubbed his eyes.

"Where is dad?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"He is still at work" she spoke softly and pecked Win's forehead "What had got you so worried?"

Win looked down, finally realizing how childish he acted just now. He sighed and smiled at his mom.

"We were bringing back grocery but your son over there thought it would be a better idea to throw everyone and run back home " Type complained, ruffling Win's hair.