When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 15

"Ye Na, I don't know what kind of twisted revenge plot you've got cooking, but if this ends with me missing a kidney, just know I will haunt you."

I let out a dramatic sigh. "Relax, Han Wool. If I wanted to murder you, do you really think I'd waste my time with something as basic as a car crash?"

"BASIC?" he echoes, looking both horrified and offended.

"Yes, basic,” I say, flipping my hair dramatically. "I'd do something far more creative. Something memorable."

Han Wool blinks. Then he visibly shudders.

"I hate that I actually believe you," he mutters.

I grin, switching lanes effortlessly.

Another sharp gasp escapes him as he grips the side of the seat so hard I think he might leave claw marks on the leather.

I glance at him. "Are you seriously scared right now?"

Han Wool snaps his head toward me, sunglasses sliding down his nose just enough for me to see the pure betrayal in his eyes.

"Ye Na. I'm a grown man. I am not scared."

I arch a brow. "Oh? Then why are you clinging onto the seatbelt like it's your last lifeline?"

"I'm bracing myself," he says stiffly.

"For what?"

"For death."

I laugh. "Oh my god, you're so dramatic."

"Says the woman who’s out here driving like she’s in Fast & Furious."

I smirk, turning onto a highway. "Okay, Dom Toretto, if you really have such a problem with my driving, why don’t you just jump out and roll?"

Han Wool lets out a slow breath like he’s deeply regretting every life decision that led him to this moment.

Then he says, “If I die, I want my funeral to be extravagant.”

I blink. "What?"

"I want a big funeral. I want tears. I want dramatic music playing. I want people to say, ‘He was too young to go.’ And if anyone says I deserved this, haunt them for me."

I cackle. "Okay, noted. I'll make sure your funeral is the event of the year."

Han Wool scoffs but doesn’t reply. Probably because he’s too busy gripping the seat for dear life.

I glance at him again, amused.

“Seriously though, why are you so tense?” I ask. “I thought you were supposed to be this fearless, cool guy.”

“I am,” he snaps. “I just have no desire to experience death today.”

I huff. “You’re such a baby.”

Han Wool turns his head so slowly it’s almost threatening.

“I’m sorry, who’s the baby?” he says, voice dangerously calm. “I ride motorcycles at 200 km/h for fun, Ye Na. You? You screamed the other day because a pigeon flew too close to your head.”

I blinked. "When did you even see that?"

"I was passing by, and saw while you were walking to the hospital".

I nod. “oh, i see". But then gasped. "That pigeon was aiming for me!”

“Right, because it woke up that morning and said, ‘You know what? I hate Ye Na specifically.’”