When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 11

I stare at my reflection, water dripping from my hair, soaking the collar of my shirt.

This is me.

Not the same me from before.

Not the girl who used to dream of a love story with a happy ending.

Not the girl who used to believe in fate.

I stopped being her a long time ago.

I stopped believing in him a long time ago.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

That’s what I’ve spent years telling myself.

That I moved on. That I survived.

That I finally—finally—accepted that my love story was nothing more than a cruel joke the universe played on me.

That he was gone, and I would never see him again.

But then—

Then I see him again. And he doesn’t remember me.

The cruelest joke of all.

Because now, I have to start over.

Because now, I have to pretend.

Pretend like it doesn’t affect me.

Pretend like I don’t care.

Pretend like my heart isn’t ripping apart every time I see him with Harin.

Because I’m so close to him now.

I can reach out and touch him.

But at the same time—

I am farther away.

It’s all an illusion.

A sick, twisted illusion.

A game I don’t know how to win.

But if fate is playing games with me—

Then fine.

I’ll play too.

And I’ll start with stalking him.

My mission: Finding Han Wool on Instagram.

Step One: Search his name.

I type it in.

Nothing.

Figures.

Step Two: Try different spellings.

I try:

Hanwool

Han Wool

Han_Wool_Official (he’s not a celebrity, but worth a shot)

WoolieBear (don’t judge me)

Still nothing.

Step Three: Search his fiancée instead.

I find Harin’s account immediately. Public, of course.

Harin has way too many followers.

Why is she so popular?

I ignore the answer to that question and go straight to her following list.

I start scrolling.

And scrolling.

And scrolling.

And—

Oh.

Oh.