When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 12

For a second, neither of us speaks.

Then, he clears his throat. "Your card."

I blink. "What?"

He exhales, holding up his own credit card and waving it in front of me. "Mine's not working. Can I use yours?"

I stare at him. "Excuse me?"

"My card," he repeats slowly, like I'm the dumbest person on Earth. "It's not working. Can I borrow yours?"

I fold my arms. "You must be joking."

His jaw twitches. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You look like a lot of things," I mutter.

He huffs. "Look, I'll pay you back. Just hand it over."

I tilt my head, enjoying this way too much. "Why would I do that?"

He lets out an exaggerated breath. "Because I'm asking nicely?"

"That wasn't nice," I point out.

"Okay," he grits his teeth. "Ye Na, please let me use your card."

I smirk. "Now that's better."

He stares at me, like he's debating whether strangling me is worth the jail time.

Then, he jerks his chin toward something behind him.

I follow his gaze-

A group of guys stand near the entrance, all of them watching us.

Some are talking among themselves, but others are definitely looking.

"Your friends?" I ask.

Han Wool nods. "Yeah. I was supposed to pay for all of them, but-" he waves his useless card.

I think about it for a second.

Then, I smile.

"Alright," I say, reaching into my bag. "I'll pay."

He blinks, caught off guard. "You will?"

"Yep."

His shoulders relax. "Okay, great-"

"But," I add, watching his face closely, "instead of paying me back with money, you have to do me a favor."

He frowns. "What kind of favor?"

"I'll decide later," I say sweetly.

Han Wool stares at me for a long moment.

Then, to my surprise, he nods.

"Fine."

I wasn't expecting him to agree so easily, but here we are.

"Deal?" I ask, just to be sure.

He holds out his hand. "Deal."

I shake it.

His palm is warm.

And for some reason, my stomach flips.

Han Wool takes the receipt from the cashier and turns away, stuffing his useless credit card back into his wallet. The dim café lights catching the sharp cut of his jaw as he walks back toward his group of friends.

I watch him go, my fingers tightening around my cup.

His friends greet him with easy grins and playful shoves. One of them, a guy with messy brown hair and a ripped denim jacket, slaps Han Wool on the back.

"Dude, were you just asking for favors from a random doctor?"

"Bro, she is my future cousin-in-law"