When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 14

My face flames. "I am not a pervert!"

"Then why are you so eager to strip me?"

I want to strangle him. "It’s medical protocol!"

"Uh-huh. Sure." He crosses his arms, clearly enjoying this way too much.

I grab his sleeve and tug. "Take. It. Off."

He sighs dramatically but obliges, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.

I swallow hard.

There’s no scar.

Nothing.

Just smooth, unmarked skin.

I stare, my stomach sinking.

It’s really gone.

"Uh, hello?" Han Wool waves a hand in front of my face. "Are you gonna check, or are you just gonna drool over me?"

I snap out of it. "I— shut up."

I exhale sharply, frustrated beyond belief. Fine. There's only one way left to confirm.

"Do you have any scars?" I blurt out.

Han Wool pauses, looking genuinely confused. "What?"

"Scars," I repeat. "Anywhere on your body. Like an old wound, a deep cut—anything."

His brows pull together. "Why do you care?"

"I just—" I falter, not knowing how to explain without sounding insane.

He watches me for a long moment before sighing. "I have one on my thigh."

My heart jumps.

I straighten. "Okay, take off your pants."

Dead silence.

Han Wool chokes. "What the fuck?!"

I nod seriously. "You heard me."

"You— are you actually insane?" He gapes at me.

"It’s just a scar," I say, as if this is completely normal.

"You cannot just ask people to strip in a hospital!"

"It’s for medical reasons!"

"THE HELL IT IS!"

The whole department is staring now. Nurses, doctors—everyone.

I want to die.

Han Wool groans, rubbing his temples. "I swear, I don't know whether you're an actual doctor or just some lunatic in a white coat."

I cross my arms. "So? Are you taking them off or not?"

"Absolutely not."

Damn it.

I sigh dramatically. "Fine. Be uncooperative."

He glares at me. "Gladly."

I shake my head, still frustrated as hell. But as I step back, I can’t stop thinking about what he just said.

A scar on his thigh.

Could it be…?

I gnaw on my lip, thinking. If I can’t check for the stomach scar, then maybe I should try something else. Something smarter.

His memory.

If I can’t prove it with physical evidence, then I need to find a way to jog his memory.