When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 11

It says—

“Following.”

OH MY GOD.

HE ACCEPTED IT.

I scream.

And then throw my phone across the bed again.

And then scream more.

THIS IS BAD.

THIS IS VERY, VERY BAD.

I take a deep breath.

And then another.

And then five more.

I have access now.

Which means—

I open his profile.

And—

Oh.

Oh my God.

I scroll.

And scroll.

And scroll.

Pictures of him.

Some alone, some with friends.

No Harin.

I blink.

No Harin?

Thank god.

I exhale. Something in my chest loosens, like a string that’s been pulled too tight for too long.

I scroll further, my eyes flicking to the timestamps under each post. Three years ago.

Every single post. Different dates, different months, but all of them from three years ago.

Weird.

Really, really weird.

Did he start using Instagram three years ago?

No, that’s a stupid assumption.

What if he had an account before but decided to post only 3 years ago?

Or—

What am I even thinking?

I shake my head, moving on.

Let's check highlights.

I click on the first one.

A collection of photos and videos with his friends, a mix of different places and moments.

Motorcycle rides.

A lot of them.

God, he’s obsessed.

And—oh my god.

He’s good.

One of the clips shows him weaving through traffic like he’s in a damn action movie, the streetlights blurring behind him, the night wind ruffling his hair as he speeds ahead.

Another shows him laughing, helmet in hand, jacket slung over his shoulder, probably teasing a friend who just lost a race.

I don’t even notice I’m smiling.

I click to the next one.

A graduation photo.

He’s standing in front of a university building, wearing a cap and gown, surrounded by friends.

Seoul National University.

I blink.

So… he graduated from SNU?

The university so close to me?

The one I’ve passed by a hundred times?

And yet, in all these years, I never ran into him?

What kind of miserable luck is that?

I zoom in on his face.

He’s smiling, really smiling, showing his full teeth .

I haven’t seen this smile in so long.

My fingers hover over the screen.

I hesitate.

Then I swipe.

A night scene.

Him and his friends, sitting on a bench, under city lights.

He’s sitting in the middle, legs stretched out, arms resting behind his head, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

I smile.

He looks… young. Carefree. Like a child who just got his favorite toy.

And then—

I notice it.

The drink in his hand.

I pause.

I stare.

Chocolate milk.

A stupid, tiny carton of chocolate milk.

My heart stops.

Wait.

I know that drink.

That’s his drink.

Or—

That’s old Han Wool’s drink.

The Han Wool who used to be mine.

I swallow.

What does this mean?
Does he… remember?

Is this just a coincidence?

Or is it a habit from his past that he doesn’t even realize?

I stare at the screen, my heart pounding.

How do I find out?

How do I know if he still remembers some things?

If somewhere deep inside, the old Han Wool is still there?

And how do I get him to remember… me?