When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 8

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “I prefer charming.”

I lift my coffee as if I might throw it at him. “You wish you were charming.”

He chuckles. Chuckles. Like he enjoys making me mad. Like this is just fun for him.

I grit my teeth. “No, seriously. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your fiancée?”

Han Wool tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk forming on his lips. “Didn’t wanna disturb my beautiful future wife’s sleep. No fiancée would like that, right?”

Raising an eyebrow, i said. “Your future wife is sleeping and you’re just standing here, bothering me? What, are you bored?”

He smirks. “Maybe.”

I groan dramatically. “Unbelievable.”

I turn back to my coffee, determined to ignore him. But Han Wool? He’s still standing there.

Still watching me.

I exhale. “You done staring?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Nope.”

I glare at him. “You’re an actual menace.”

He grins. “Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“Sounded like one.”

I roll my eyes, grabbing sugar to stir into my coffee. But the moment I lift the spoon, I hear a tsk from behind me.

“What now?” I snap.

He shakes his head, feigning disappointment. “Too much sugar.”

Suddenly i remembered...the soup incident.

I pause. “What?”

“You’re adding too much sugar,” he repeats. “That’s like, five spoons already. What, you planning to get a sugar high?”

I narrow my eyes. “Excuse me, but I like my coffee sweet.”

He makes a face. “That’s not coffee, that’s diabetes.”

I gasp. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. I-Drink-My-Coffee-Black-Because-I-Think-It-Makes-Me-Cool. Some of us actually enjoy flavor.”

He snickers. “Flavor? You mean sugar overdose?”

I grip my spoon tighter. “Oh, please, as if you know anything about good taste.”

He leans in, tilting his head. “Are we still talking about coffee, or are you insulting me?”

I smirk. “If you have to ask, then you already know the answer.”

His grin doesn’t falter. In fact, he looks even more entertained.

“Wow,” he breathes. “You really don’t like me, huh?”

I sip my coffee. “No. I hate you.”

“Harsh,” he mutters, shaking his head. “And here I was, thinking we were bonding.”

I scoff. “Bonding? Over what? Your terrible personality?”

He places a hand over his chest, feigning offense. “Wow. That hurt. Really.”

“Good,” I mutter.

We stand there for a moment, staring each other down like we’re about to start an actual war.

Then—

Han Wool suddenly moves.

And before I can react, he reaches forward and—

He takes my coffee mug.