The silence inside the car had settled into something heavier—not awkward, not hostile, just… lingering. Like something unspoken sat between us, waiting. I kept my gaze on the window, watching the streetlights blur past as we drove.
Han Wool wasn’t talking, but he didn’t seem as uncomfortable anymore. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
And then—
A blinding set of headlights appeared from the side.
Han Wool reacted fast, jerking the wheel, slamming the brakes just in time. My body lurched forward, the seatbelt yanking me back against the seat. My breath hitched.
The car stopped.
The other car stopped.
A second of silence.
Then Han Wool let out a sharp breath and unclipped his seatbelt, pushing the door open with force. “What the hell—”
I blinked, still processing what happened, before quickly following.
Han Wool was already storming toward the other car, his expression dark with anger. “Do you not have eyes?! Who the hell drives like that at night?”
The other car was sleek, black, and expensive-looking. Rolls-Royce.
Of course.
A chauffeur stepped out first, his hands raised as if already apologizing. But before he could say a word, the back door of the Rolls-Royce slowly opened.
And someone stepped out.
Tall.
Tae Sung.
His gaze flickered over Han Wool first, then shifted—
“Ye Na?”
I froze.
He smiled, effortless and easy, as if he hadn’t just nearly crashed into us. “What a coincidence.”
I blinked. “Tae Sung?”
Han Wool turned to me sharply. “You know him?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”
Han Wool’s expression was unreadable. “Of course you do.”
Tae Sung sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really sorry about that. My driver was a little careless.”
His driver, who was standing behind him, immediately bowed, murmuring apologies.
Han Wool scoffed. “A little?”
Tae Sung ignored him, turning to me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. No harm done.”
“Good.” He smiled again, his gaze lingering for a second longer before shifting back to Han Wool, who still looked like he wanted to punch someone.
“Look,” Tae Sung said, voice calm. “I understand you’re upset, but let’s not turn this into a scene. No one got hurt.”
Han Wool let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair. “A scene? You almost ran us off the road.”
“My driver almost ran you off the road,” Tae Sung corrected lightly. “And I’ve already apologized. Twice.”
Han Wool’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue.
Han Wool stiffened. “And?”
Tae Sung chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “You don’t seem too happy to see me.”
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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...
