When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

Chapter 25

When I woke up, the room was quiet.

Dim morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows along the walls. For a second, I forgot where I was. The bed beneath me wasn't mine-the sheets were different, the space too open, too cold.

Then, everything from last night rushed back.

Han Ul. The fight. His house. Staying here.

I blinked, turning my head toward the couch.

Empty.

My stomach twisted slightly.

He was gone.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Maybe he had left early. Maybe he just-

No. His jacket was still draped over the armrest. So he maybe is really here. Somewhere.

I exhaled, pushing the blanket aside. My body felt sore, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. My bare feet touched the cold floor as I stood, stretching slightly before heading toward the bathroom.

The second I stepped inside, I knew something was off.

A weird, uncomfortable feeling settled low in my stomach. A heaviness, a dull ache.

Then-

My brain completely shut down.

Oh.

Oh, no.

No.

A slow, horrifying realization settled over me as I stared. My breath caught in my throat. This isn't happening.

It is.

I got my period.

Here.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Of all the possible things, of all the possible times-why now? And worse, why here?

Panic settled like a stone in my stomach. I moved cautiously, checking, praying it wasn't too bad. My breath caught when I saw the clothes I was wearing-his clothes.

Oh God.

But-thankfully, mercifully, unbelievably-I hadn't stained them.

Relief washed over me so strongly I nearly sank back down. At least there was that. At least I hadn't ruined-

I stopped.

I still can't wear them now.

Slowly, carefully, I peeled off the shirt, my hands shaky. My face burned as I folded it neatly and set it aside, as if that would erase the fact that I had slept in them. That they smelled like him, faint and lingering, and I was too aware of it.

I wrapped a towel around myself instead, clutching it tightly.

I could never leave this bathroom. Ever. I would simply live here now.

Panic built in my chest. My brain was running at a million miles per second, overthinking every possible scenario. What if he see? What if he notice something is off? What if-

A knock.

I froze.

"Cheonga?"

I froze harder.

Han Ul's voice was right outside the door, calm and low.

I forgot how to breathe.

I scrambled for an answer, trying to sound normal-casual-but my voice came out too high-pitched.