When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

Chapter 5

'Who is Pi Han-Wool, really?'

I closed my diary, adding a question mark to my doubt.

Lying on my bed, I replayed everything that had happened today-the confusion still lingering.
I could still feel the tension when I faced him, the quickening of my heartbeat when I heard his voice, the weight of his gaze locking onto mine, and the sweat forming when he took a step forward.

Today was so embarrassing.
I should have left in the first place.

Me and my stupid curiosity.

I opened Instagram.

There was nothing I particularly wanted to see, but then-a chat.
For the first time.

I clicked on it.

What the hell is Beak Harin's deal?

She posted an old picture of us from childhood, captioned: "My sister"-along with some ridiculous emojis.
She's trying to build a good image in front of my classmates so they'll think she's kind and turn against me.

Why is my life becoming more annoying every day since I transferred to this school?

I thought I could survive.

I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about all the disasters waiting to happen if Beak Harin continued this.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Slowly moving my body, I went straight to the washroom.

As always, I took my time getting ready. Wearing a uniform made everything easier-there wasn't much to think about. And what's difficult about letting my hair fall freely?

So, it was quick.

I walked out of my room, but my steps halted the moment I saw my father opening the car door for Harin.

I wish my parents were still alive.

But that's a bitter truth I have to accept.
They've been gone for a long time.

Both of them were doctors. When I was five, I learned they had died in a hospital bombing.

The world sucks, you know.

I spent my kindergarten days crying, but then an old man-Harin's grandfather-took me into his family. He entrusted Harin's parents to take care of me.

Now that he's gone, they should've let me go. I don't know why they're still keeping me.

Is this also Beak Harin's doing?

No, I shouldn't think about these things.

I put on my earphones and walked to the bus stop.

Hopeful music in the morning.

Rock music at school.

Sad music at night.

That's perfect.

I followed along with the teacher's lesson, taking notes on the important points.

I just hope nothing will happen today.

The bullies in my class didn't seem to be paying attention to me.
That was good.

Lay low.

I twirled my pen between my fingers absentmindedly until it slipped and fell in front of the girl sitting across from me.

"Oh, hey. Can you grab that for me?" I asked politely.