Good enough

three

"Jung, it's okay, you don't have to help me out..."
I said with an embarrassed tone to the boy who now insisted on cleaning my wound.

"No, you asked for it, so you shall receive it." Jung said to me, while looking straight into my eyes, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Oh how was he so beautiful? I don't think I've met anyone this pretty. Or maybe it's just me who thinks this way.

No way. Anyone could say that Jungsu was pretty. I'm sure of it.

"Alright, it should be fine now." Jung said looking at my fist while smiling. Seems like he could be a nurse or something.

"Thank you, doctor Jung" I said in a sarcastic voice, trying my best to keep a poker face.

"Doctor Jung? That actually sounds kinda cool, hehe" Jung said to me, bursting in a laugh that resulted me and him in a stomach ache.

I wonder when was the last time I laughed this much with someone. It was a long time ago, with probably my ex best friend, Jeongin.

I really don't know what happened to him. One day he moved out and after that we never spoke again.

A bummer, really. I think I had developed a small crush on him, but I knew it would never proceed from that, since I'm pretty sure he was straight. But he was really nice to talk to, so sometimes I really do miss him.

I had tried searching his name multiple times on social media, but nothing never showed up. So one day I decided to give up hope.

But today I decided to give it a try again.

"Jung, could you help me with something?"

"Hm? What is it?" He asked me with big eyes.

"Uh, I'm trying to look for a person named Yang Jeongin." I answered nervously. Surely he would know some people who has a lot of knowledge or connections.

"Hmm... Why's that? I can help, for sure, but I'm just curious."

"Well, he was a very good friend of mine before he moved away, and I've wanted to reach him again after he moved out, because for some reason I lost all connections to him."

I really hope Jung is able to help me and I can talk to Jeongin again. I really hope he is doing well... But what if he's not doing well? What if he got into an accident?

What if questions raced on my mind and I was lost in thought while Jung talked to me.

"Hey are you even listening to me?" Jung said to me in an annoyed tone. I tried to listen to him but anxiousness got hold of me and I couldn't stop thinking about all possible scenarios of what could've happened to Jeongin. Seriously what the hell is wrong with me?

"Sorry Jung... What were you saying?"

"I know a friend of mine who knows all about computers and probably can find some information of your friend, his name is Gun-il"

Aha, so this friend made the internet platform. Interesting.

"He must be really good with computers, since he can make a whole internet platform by himself."

"Oh you know about him? Wait, are you Ganao?"

"I thought it would be really obvious, why do you look so surprised?"

"Uhm, I just... Eh, it's nothing..." He said while rubbing his palm on the back of his head.

I really don't know what was with Jungs actions right now. He looked really nervous suddenly.

"Uhm, so here is Gun-ils number, you should call him or text him, today somewhere between 1-3am, that's when he is probably the most smartest man on earth. But I can't promise he'll answer your texts right away, so I really recommend straight up just calling him."

This totally doesn't feel like "top secret" work. 

''Uhm, okay, I'll call him.'' I said nervously. 

I really hate calls, so that's why I'm so nervous about this whole thing. I hope Gun-il will be able to help me

a/n: I'm so sorry I disappeared for so long... I haven't had any motivation for this story and I was kinda overwhelmed to write, but I'm trying to gain some motivation right now. My mind has been blank for a while so this chapter wasn't so long sorry :') and also sorry for mistakes.