When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

chapter 6

I told the maid what had happened, and she was completely shocked.

But even if we told her parents the truth, they wouldn't believe us.

They'd think I made it up.

So let them find out for themselves when the time comes.

Was Beak Harin selling her body to her teacher?

I'll just turn a blind eye.

If I get involved in this mess, I'll get caught up in their drama.

What would I even do?

Let's just say... I saw nothing.

I looked out the window at the night sky.

"One... two... three... four... five... six..." I started counting the stars from the side. "Seven... eight... nine... ten..."

It was a habit of mine. I liked counting stars, even though I could never count them all.

I loved stars. Grandpa always said I was one-a star in the sky, shining.

Am I really a star?

I lowered my gaze. From up here on the top floor, the night looked breathtaking.

I had always wanted to sneak out at midnight, just to feel the world when everything was quiet.

But I never did.

I was too scared.

Still, I wanted to try. Maybe at 12:00 AM. I bet it would feel incredible.

Shaking my head, I pushed myself onto the bed.

I shouldn't dream beyond what I can actually do.

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The next day, I left early, hoping to avoid Beak Harin.

I really didn't want to see her.

And luckily, I didn't.

I arrived at school earlier than usual, but the atmosphere wasn't as silent as it used to be. The class felt calm-yet somehow annoying at the same time.

I sighed.

Even as time passed and I sat in my seat, my mind wasn't in the right place.

Two things kept circling in my head: yesterday's incident in the basement and Beak Harin's affair.

The teacher's voice blended into the background.

I should have been paying attention. Taking notes. Pretending everything was normal.

But my mind was busy, occupied with two things at once.

I wasn't going to get involved in whatever Beak Harin was playing at.

I'd forget about it-

"Cheonga."

I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts.

The teacher was staring at me, one brow raised.

"Are you with us?" she asked.

I cleared my throat. "Yes."

She didn't look convinced but moved on anyway.

I exhaled slowly, gripping my pen tighter.

I had to stop thinking about this.

Had to act like none of it mattered.

But then-

A folded note landed on my desk.