Han Wool glares. “I hate you.”
I flash him a grin before slipping into the driver’s seat, my fingers brushing over the luxurious leather.
Han Wool lets out a breath, pressing a hand against his forehead like I just personally gave him a migraine.
Then, instead of walking to the passenger side like a normal person, he leans down, resting his hands on the open door, his face suddenly close again.
“You know you’re not actually driving, right?”
I blink innocently. “Then get in.”
“No,” he snaps. “Not on the driver’s side.”
I shrug. “Too late. I’m comfortable.”
His eyes darken. “Ye Na.”
“Han Wool.”
“This is not happening.”
“It already is.”
His fingers twitch against the door. “If you make any scratch on this car—”
“I won’t,” I sing-song.
He lets out a sharp breath, stepping back.
And then—just as I think I’ve won—he walks around and yanks the seat next to me.
I grin. “Aw, are you scared?”
He mutters something under his breath before dropping into the seat, crossing his arms. “Just drive before I change my mind.”
I grip the wheel, suppressing a victorious laugh.
Han Wool stares at me, eyes narrowed. “If you kill us—”
I rev the engine just enough to make him stiffen.
“I won’t,” I repeat sweetly.
The moment my foot presses the gas pedal, the car shoots forward like a bullet.
Han Wool’s hand immediately grips the door handle.
"Yah! Yah! Ye Na—"
I barely glance at him, a smile tugging at my lips as I weave through traffic with practiced ease. “What?”
“What do you mean what? Slow down, are you insane?”
I roll my eyes. “We’re barely even at 100.”
Han Wool lets out a sound that can only be described as fear as the speedometer creeps higher.
“You drive like a maniac,” he mutters, clutching the seatbelt. “I knew I should’ve driven.”
I huff. “I’m an excellent driver, thank you very much.”
“That’s debatable.”
I ignore him, smoothly overtaking a car on the left.
Han Wool visibly tenses. “Yah, Yah! You cannot cut between cars like that!”
"Why not?" I ask innocently, flashing my best sweet and innocent smile.
“Because I value my life!”
I snort. "Then why are you acting like I'm about to drive us off a cliff?"
"Because I have a bad feeling that you are taking me to murder," he snaps.
I laugh at that, and he looks deeply unamused.
"You seriously think I'd go through all this effort just to kill you?"
Han Wool stares at me like it's not an unreasonable theory.
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When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|
FanfictionBeak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...
(S02) Chapter 15
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