When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 14

UPDATE POST:

The scar is gone.

The same scar that I saw with my own eyes, the one I know should be there—it’s just... not. There’s nothing. Not even a faint mark.

I don’t understand.

Scars don’t just disappear. They fade, sure, but they don’t vanish. Not like this.

So either (1) I’m completely losing my mind, (2) he had some kind of surgery to remove it, or (3)... I don’t even know.

I thought this would give me clarity. Instead, I feel even more lost.

Someone, please tell me I’m not insane.

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Comments Section:

[User: MedicalJunkie]
Okay, but are you ABSOLUTELY sure it was in the right place? Because I swear, if you were feeling up the wrong side—

[User: BiggestFan]
SCREAMING. YOU GOT THAT CLOSE TO HIM AND DIDN’T PASS OUT?? Girl, I would’ve combusted.

[User: JustPassingBy]
Wait wait wait. Surgery?? Wouldn’t there at least be some kind of trace left behind? Scar revision doesn’t erase it completely.

[User: HanRiverGirl]
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SCAR IS GONE. I was expecting drama, but not THRILLER MOVIE PLOT TWISTS???

[User: StarryNight]
Listen. I hate to be that person. But clones exist.

[User: ConspiracyAddict]
Government experiment. He’s part of a secret program. I’m telling you, there is NO OTHER EXPLANATION.

[User: DramaQueen1996]
I don’t care if it’s surgery, amnesia, or witchcraft—at this point, you HAVE to confront him. This is getting out of hand.

[User: NotAnExpert]
What if his memories were erased? Like, scientifically? That’s possible, right???

[User: BurnTheBride]
You’re basically living in a sci-fi mystery novel. CONFRONT HIM. MAKE HIM REMEMBER.

[User: EmotionalDamage101]
…You need to get out of this before you lose your mind.

I lean back in my chair, staring at the screen.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe I really am losing my mind.

Because the scar was there. Wasn’t it?

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to picture it again. That day—the blood, the panic, the unbearable fear that I might lose him. I know where he got shot. It wasn’t just a scratch; it was a gunshot wound straight to the stomach. Right below his ribs, a little to the left—

…Or was it?

I hesitate, doubt creeping into my bones like ice.

What if I got the side wrong? What if I’m remembering it all wrong?

No. No, I saw it. I know I did.

Unless…

Unless I didn’t.

I groan, running a hand down my face. My head is spinning. Every time I think I’m getting closer to answers, I just get more tangled in confusion.

A sharp knock on my desk door jolts me upright.

"Ye Na!"

I turn to see Seok Kyung, her white coat slightly wrinkled, her expression unreadable. "That guy from the other day—your cousin’s fiancé? He’s here. Something about a small wound on his hand."