Dear Best Friend

Chapter 8: Have no match

"Dr. Purim, someone is looking for you."

Pluem stopped taking down notes of his analysis of the chart of his latest patient. So far, nothing serious could be seen on his patient's condition, hence he could accommodate a few visitors for a short time.

It's been a month since he had come back from abroad, and started working in one of the prestigious hospitals in Thailand. His credentials and recommendations made him known in the medical industry, yet he never bothered to reconnect with his previous friends as he became too hectic with his work, as well as in trying to win back Chimon. That's why he had really no idea who the visitor was. But, if there's only one person he wished to be visited by, it was Chimon. 

However, he was greeted not by the familiar eye smile he could always see in his dream. Rather, the person in front of him did not register in his memory. He didn't know the man.

"How may I help you?" Pluem asked politely.

The man looked around his office, then sat on the couch as if he's at home and not visiting a doctor in a hospital.

"You're Pluem Purim?" He did not wait for his answer as he continued. "You look ordinary. I thought you would be as handsome as hell just like what I am always hearing. But, you didn't even meet my expectations. Well, at least you seem smart. The bookish type of smart."

Pluem frowned. It was the first time he met this man, yet he was already insulting him. Not that he cared about his looks. He heard a lot of people praising him for his appearance, but since he was focused on his goal, he never really cared about those trivial things. It's the least thing on his mind. Yet, he still felt offended by this stranger's words. After all, it wasn't nice of him to say those things to the person he had just met.

He removed his eyeglasses, and looked straight at the man.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He asked. The politeness in his voice that he had a while ago was gone. Since this fellow was being rude, then there's no point in showing politeness. "If you're not here for a consultation, I suggest you leave."

The stranger smirked, but flinched a little when Pluem changed his tone. "My name is Ohm. Nanon and Chimon's friends." Ohm quickly brushed off the uneasiness he suddenly felt.

Hearing that name made Pluem freeze for a moment.

Ohm continued, "we met in college, and became best buddies. I don't really know you since they never talked about it until after Chimon's birthday. I am honestly not supposed to meddle since it's not my business. But Chimon has been missing for weeks, and Nanon was such an annoying mess. So, I thought I might pay you a visit to see the person who caused all this chaos."

"..."

"It turns out to be just an ordinary jerk who thought he could make everyone dance on his palm any time he wanted."

Pluem clenched on the pen he's holding, and narrowed his gaze at this offensive bastard. Meanwhile, Ohm slightly tilted up his head as if to tell that he's up for a challenge, and would never back out.

It's irritating, Pluem thought. The arrogance of the man irritated the hell out of him. Yet, since he's Chimon's friend, he had to tolerate him.

"As what you've said, it's none of your business so stop sticking out your nose," Pluem said, maintaining the little calmness he had.

Snorting, "what's your point of coming back anyway? Are you tired of having fun abroad? That's why you decided to return here and play with Chimon's heart instead."

"I. never. play. with. Chimon's. heart," he uttered the words one at a time as his gaze toward the man became harsher. "You never know what I truly feel."