The streetlights flickered outside, casting long shadows across the dashboard. I exhaled, my breath fogging up the window slightly as I watched the world blur past.
He didn’t respond.
Instead, he kept driving, his grip on the wheel just a little too firm, his eyes flickering toward me every now and then when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Han Wool pulled up in front of the hospital, the car slowing to a smooth stop.
I blinked at the sight of the bright hospital sign and immediately regretted my life choices.
Shit.
I hesitated, gripping the seatbelt, my brain scrambling for a way out.
Han Wool glanced at me. “We’re here.”
I forced a smile. “Y-Yeah. Thanks.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt at a snail’s pace, hoping some divine intervention would strike and save me from this mess. Nothing happened.
With no other choice, I slowly stepped out of the car, clutching my bag like it contained the meaning of life.
The second my feet hit the pavement, I glanced around frantically.
What now?! I don’t have a shift!
Panic set in, but then—genius struck.
I quickly pulled out my phone, pressed the power button to make the screen light up (so it looked like I was actually doing something), and then held it up to my ear with the confidence of an Oscar-winning actress.
“Hello?” I said loudly, making sure Han Wool could hear. “Yeah? Oh really? So… I don’t have a shift today?”
Silence.
I nodded like I was actually getting a response. “Oh, you took over my shift? That’s so nice of you. Thank you so much!”
I even let out a fake relieved sigh. “Okay, I’ll just head back then. See you tomorrow!”
With that, I shoved my phone into my bag and spun around, flashing Han Wool a bright smile as I rushed back into the car.
He stared at me, unamused.
I slammed the door shut. “So apparently, my colleague took over my shift. They’re so nice, right?”
Han Wool exhaled through his nose. “Ye Na.”
“Yeah?”
“I saw your phone lock screen while you were calling.”
I froze.
My soul left my body.
My heart dropped straight into my stomach.
I forced a laugh. “What—what do you mean?”
Han Wool tilted his head. “Your phone screen was your wallpaper the entire time.”
Oh my god.
My brain exploded. I had been so focused on my performance that I forgot one crucial thing—THE SCREEN.
I swallowed, my face burning. “O-Oh… really?”
Han Wool rubbed his temple. “Seriously?”
I avoided his gaze. “Maybe… maybe the call just… didn’t go through?”
Han Wool shot me a blank look.
“Ye Na.”
I clenched my jaw. “Okay. Fine. I lied.”
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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 18
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