When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 3

“You’re mine” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “Whether you like it or not.”

His other hand moved lower, skimming over my hip, and I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to cry out. Think. Think. You have to get out of this.

But he was too strong, too close, too much. His grip on my wrist tightened, and I felt the weight of his body pressing me back against the desk. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears, drowning out everything else.

“You’re going to learn your place,” he said, his voice dripping with something that made my stomach churn. “One way or another.”

His lips found my neck, and I flinched, every fiber of my being screaming in protest. I have to stop this. I have to—

Tears burned in my eyes. No. No. No.

I had fought my way up, endured sleepless nights, swallowed every insult, carried my own struggles silently just to stand where I was today.

And now—this?

This was how they saw me?

Not as a doctor. Not as a person.

But as something they could use.

Something inside me snapped.

My eyes landed on the desk. A pair of surgical scissors sat there.

Before I could think, before I could hesitate, my hand shot out—grabbing them.

And I swung.

The sharp edge sliced through his sleeve, cutting deep into his arm.

Blood spilled instantly, staining his white coat.

He screamed.

I didn’t wait. I turned and ran.

Tears blurred my vision as I sprinted through the hallways, past confused nurses and doctors.

My heart pounded so hard it hurt.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

Because I had just crossed a line I could never return from.

My legs felt weak, barely able to hold me up, but I didn’t stop.

My hands trembled violently, still stained with the remnants of what I had done. The cold metal of the surgical scissors, the sharp scent of blood—it was all still fresh in my mind.

I had stabbed him.

I had stabbed Dr. Jang Min-seok.

The realization sent a wave of nausea crashing over me, but the moment I stepped into the resident lounge, I barely had a second to catch my breath before Ha-ya and Seok Kyung rushed toward me.

"Ye Na!" Ha-ya's voice was laced with pure panic. "What the hell happened?!"

Seok Kyung grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "Why is everyone saying you stabbed Dr. Jang?!"

I let out a shaky breath, my entire body still trembling. "He—" My voice.

cracked. "He tried to—"

The words wouldn't come out.

Tears burned in my eyes, and suddenly, the weight of it all became too much. My knees buckled, and I sank onto the couch, my hands clutching at my chest as I struggled to breathe.

"Ye Na, talk to us," Seok Kyung urged, kneeling in front of me.

"I—" My voice was barely a whisper. "He tried to assault me."