When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

Chapter 11

The moment the food hit Mi-Hui’s face, the entire cafeteria fell into a dead silence.

It was heavy. Suffocating.

I didn’t care.

I turned to leave, deciding to ignore the chaos I had just created.

But just as I took my first step—

A hand grabbed me from behind.

She made a mistake.

I turned—

And slammed Mi-Hui’s face onto the nearby table.

Hard.

A sickening crack echoed through the cafeteria.

A gasp rippled through the students.

Mi-Hui barely made a sound. Just a sharp, broken inhale—before her body collapsed onto the floor, unmoving.

The whispers started instantly.

“What the hell—”
“She just—”

“Oh my god, is Mi-Hui out?”

I exhaled, stepping back.

Then, a laugh.

Slow. Mocking.

"So this is what you are, huh?"

I looked up.

Seok Jeongan.

He stepped forward from his chair. Tall. Smirking. He looked around the cafeteria, gesturing toward me.

"You think anyone’s impressed? You think you’re something now?"

I didn’t answer.

He scoffed. "You’re just embarrassing yourself, foster girl."

I still didn’t answer.

He took a step closer.

"You’re quiet now?" he sneered. "What happened to that little temper of yours?"

Still, I didn’t react.

Then—

He swung.

His fist stretched forward—

Fast.

But not fast enough.

I caught it.

With my left hand.

And held it there.

His laughter stopped.

His smug expression faltered for the first time.

The cafeteria watched, breathless.

Whispers. Stares. The weight of it all pressed against me.

I didn’t care.

I tightened my grip on his fist. Just slightly.

He flinched.

Then, I spoke.

"You are getting on my nerves lately," I said, my voice low.

"And right now, I am very, very impatient."

Then—I moved.

My right hand curled into a fist.

And I swung.

Rift Fist – The first and last strike. Once thrown, it cannot be undone.

The moment my fist connected—