The sky stretches wide above her, the soft evening air curling around her skin, warm and gentle. The streetlights flicker on, their golden glow melting into the pavement, casting long shadows.
Cheonga walks with light steps, her heart light, her thoughts quieter than usual. A rare moment of peace. A rare moment of—
A car slows beside her.
She frowns. Blinks.
Her feet stop moving before she even thinks to, her eyes locking onto the sleek black vehicle rolling to a gentle stop at her side.
The window rolls down.
And—
Han Wool.
Han Wool, leaning against the car door like he belongs there, like he owns the entire street, like he knew she’d be right here, at this exact moment.
And he's smiling.
That rare, soft, breathtaking smile.
Her brain short-circuits.
“Get in here,” he says, voice smooth, warm, so effortlessly him.
Cheonga blinks.
“What?”
Han Wool leans slightly toward the open window, his voice warm, easy. “I said, get in.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
He grins. “Because I said so.”
Cheonga was confused. Looks at the car, then back at him. “Is this your car?”
“No.”
“…You just got into a random car?”
“It’s a taxi, Cheonga.”
“Oh.”
He laughs. “Are you getting in or not?"
"Okay"
His eyes are impossibly bright. Unmistakably happy.
And something inside her fizzles, pops, flares alive.
She runs to the door, throws it open, throws herself inside.
Han Wool barely has time to react before she’s in the seat, eyes wide, grinning. “What are you doing here?”
His smirk is lazy, teasing. Unfairly attractive. “Picking up my favorite person.”
She chokes.
“Your—”
"Favorite person,” he repeats casually, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he didn’t just say something that made her stomach flip into another dimension.
She stares at him, words failing, brain melting.
He tilts his head, amused. “What?”
Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. A wide smile formed, along with face as a tomato.
“You—”
Han Wool leans back against the seat, stretching his arms out, his smirk widening. Pleased.
Oh, he knows.
He knows what he’s doing to her.
Cheonga narrows her eyes. Crosses her arms. “Where are we going?”
Han Wool hums, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
“Somewhere.”
“What kind of somewhere?”
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When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|
FanfictionBeak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...
