When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

Chapter 63

The door creaked open, and Minhwan stood there, hands in his hoodie pocket, chewing lazily on a piece of gum. His sharp eyes scanned Han Wool from head to toe.

For a second, he didn't say anything. Just stared.

Then his gaze flickered lower, taking in the soaked hem of Han Wool's shirt, the damp strands of hair still sticking to his forehead, the water droplets trailing down his neck.

Minhwan blinked.

Then-

"...Dude."

Han Wool tensed, gripping the doorframe a little too tightly. "What."

Minhwan cocked his head, his expression unreadable. Then he took a slow, deliberate step inside.

His sneakers made a squelching sound against the wet floor.

He stopped.

Looked down.

Looked back up.

Raised an eyebrow.

"Were you...showering?" Minhwan's voice was slow, like he was still trying to piece things together. Then his gaze flickered to Han Wool's shirt, which was clinging to him like second skin. "...With your clothes on?"

Han Wool's jaw tightened. "No."

Minhwan took another step, then pointed at the floor. "Then why the hell is everything wet?"

Han Wool exhaled sharply, running a hand through his wet hair in frustration. "The shower...uh, turned on by itself."

Minhwan gave him a long, unimpressed stare. "Are you telling me your shower is haunted?"

"Yeah," Han Wool deadpanned. "Supernatural shit. Scary."

Minhwan didn't react for a second. Then he smirked, shaking his head. "You're a shit liar."

Han Wool sighed, shifting his weight. "Minhwan. It's 1 AM. Why are you here?"

Minhwan, completely unfazed, walked over to the fridge, casually opening it as if he owned the place. "I was hungry."

Han Wool scowled. "So you came here?"

Minhwan pulled out a drink, inspecting it. "Well, yeah. You have better snacks."

Han Wool sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple. He could still feel the lingering heat from the moment before Minhwan interrupted. His skin still burned from her touch, his mind still hazy from the way her lips had felt against his.

And now Minhwan was standing here, rummaging through his fridge like it was the middle of the day.

Han Wool clenched his jaw, crossing his arms. "Go home."

Minhwan cracked open the drink, taking a sip. "Nah."

Han Wool glared. "Minhwan."

Minhwan ignored him, wandering around the room, scanning the place as if something felt off. Han Wool stiffened, subtly shifting his body to block the hallway.

Minhwan noticed.

He grinned. "Why do you look so tense? You hiding something?"

"No."

Minhwan raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Because you're acting weird."

"You're weird."

"That's not a comeback, bro."

Han Wool let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was going nowhere.