When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 22

What are you doing? I mouthed.

He leaned slightly toward me, mouthing back, Do you want anything?

I stared at him.

Was he seriously asking me that?

I quickly shook my head. What? No. Don’t talk to me. Harin is already suspicious.

Han Wool huffed quietly, straightening up and turning his attention back to the rings, but I caught the small twitch at the corner of his lips.

I exhaled.

This guy…

Harin’s voice suddenly cut through the moment. “Oppa, what do you think of this one?”

Han Wool blinked, looking at the ring she was pointing at. “It’s nice.”

Harin pouted. “You keep saying that. I feel like you’re not even paying attention.”

Han Wool didn’t even bother denying it. “I’m not.”

Harin’s face fell, but before she could complain, the attendant cleared his throat politely. “Would you like to try any on?”

“Yes!” Harin beamed, grabbing Han Wool’s wrist. “Come on, Oppa, let’s try matching ones.”

Han Wool sighed but didn’t resist. He let the attendant hand them a set of rings to try.

I looked away, pretending to examine the other jewelry pieces in the store.

It’s fine.

I don’t care.

Shit, this is a torture.

I suddenly wanted to smack his head and say, You fucker, you were my man before you were hers.

But instead, I clenched my fists at my sides, staring at the rows of jewelry as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Harin, however, was not letting it go.

"Oppa, seriously," she whined, dragging out the word dramatically. "At least pretend to be excited! Do you know how many girls dream of this moment? Choosing wedding bands together? Making memories?"

Han Wool exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Harin, I already told you—whatever you pick, I’ll wear it. It’s a ring, not a car."

The sales attendant awkwardly cleared his throat. The two mothers exchanged glances but wisely chose to stay out of it.

Harin’s patience finally snapped.
"Oppa, are you even happy to be engaged to me?"

The store went silent.

Even the sales attendant looked ready to quit his job.

Han Wool, meanwhile, remained infuriatingly calm. He let out a slow breath, looking at Harin with an unreadable expression. "Harin. Can we not do this here?"

But Harin?

She wasn’t done.

"NO, OPPA. WE CAN DO THIS HERE," she snapped, her voice rising an octave. "BECAUSE CLEARLY, YOU DON’T CARE! LOOK AT YOU! LOOK AT YOUR FACE! YOU’VE BEEN ACTING LIKE SOMEONE IS FORCING YOU TO BE HERE!"

I swallowed hard, eyes darting between Han Wool and Harin. The two mothers exchanged glances, silently debating whether or not to step in.

Han Wool, to his credit, remained composed. "Harin," he said, voice dangerously calm, "lower your voice."

"Oh, now you care about something?!" Harin let out a sharp, bitter laugh, crossing her arms. "You don’t give a damn about the wedding, you don’t care about this ring, you don’t even—"