When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 8

I glare. “I was not struggling.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

I cross my arms. “I have enough height, thank you very much.”

He hums. Like he’s thinking about it. Like my words are up for debate.

And then.

Then—

He reaches up and puts the coffee jar back on the top shelf.

The top shelf.

The shelf I can’t reach.

I stare at him, outraged. “Are you kidding me?”

He grins. “You said you had enough height.”

I am going to murder him.

“I hate you.”

He chuckles.

I take a very deep breath. “Fine.”

I turn back to the shelf, determined. I stretch my arm as far as it will go, pushing up onto my toes.

I can almost—almost—

Han Wool sighs dramatically. “This is painful to watch.”

I grit my teeth. “I don’t need your help.”

“You sure?”

“I—”

And then.

The jar tips over.

I gasp, reaching out, but Han Wool moves first, catching it without even trying.

He dangles it in front of me.

I snatch it from his hands. “Took you long enough.”

He smirks. “You’re welcome.”

I scoff, turning away to make my coffee. But even as I pour the steaming liquid into my cup, I can feel it.

His eyes.

Still on me.

And then—

I hear it.

That stupid, amused exhale.

Like he finds something funny.

I don’t turn around. I stir my coffee. I try to pretend I don’t care. But then—

“Shouldn’t you be with your future wife right now?” I blurt, unable to stop myself.

Silence.

I smirk. Victory.

Then, casually, as if I didn’t just slap him with reality, I bring my cup to my lips.

But his response?

I almost choke.

“You jealous?”

I whip around so fast I nearly spill my coffee. “WHAT?”

He leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching me with that stupid smirk on his face.

“I said—” his voice is slow, teasing, infuriating—“Are you jealous?”

I slam my coffee down. “Jealous of what exactly? Watching you be a lovesick fool? Watching you fawn over Harin like a puppy? God, please. I’d rather watch paint dry.”

His smirk doesn’t fade. If anything, it grows. “That’s a lot of words for someone not jealous.”

I groan. “You are insufferable.”