When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 27

I did.

I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him back just enough to create some distance. My breath was uneven, my lips swollen from his kisses, but I needed to stop this before we got caught.

Han Wool's brows furrowed, lips parting as if he was about to protest, but before he could get a word out, I grabbed a piece of chocolate and popped it into his mouth.

"Eat that instead," I muttered, my voice slightly breathless.

For a second, he looked stunned, then his lips curled into a slow, amused smile. He chewed the chocolate leisurely, his eyes never leaving mine. "Really?" he murmured, his voice deep, teasing.

I ignored him, unwrapping another piece for myself. Instead of eating it right away, I placed it between my lips, letting the rich sweetness melt slightly.

Han Wool's gaze dropped to my mouth, darkening instantly.

I should've known better.

Before I could react, he glanced briefly to the side-checking for any potential interruptions-then, in one swift move, he leaned in, capturing my lips once again.

I let out a small gasp, the warmth of his mouth blending with the taste of chocolate, the sensation utterly intoxicating.

His tongue brushing against mine as he stole every last bit of it.

My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, my entire body tingling as the mix of rich sweetness and his warmth consumed me.

He groaned softly, deepening the kiss just slightly before finally pulling away, licking the last traces of chocolate from his lips.

I could barely breathe.

He smirked. "That was better."

I swallowed hard, still dazed. "You're so driven"

He only chuckled, looking way too pleased with himself. "And you are responding very well to it".

I scowled, face burning, and quickly searched for a distraction. "Anyway," I muttered, "I heard that Harin and the others are going dress shopping tomorrow. Are you going?"

Han Wool's face twisted like I'd just asked him to jump off a cliff. "Hell no. I'm not going to that damn dress selection."

I laughed at his immediate reaction. "Why? You don't want to see Harin in her wedding dress?"

His eyes deadpanned. "Do you think i want? I don't want to hear her calling me 'oppa' a thousand times. I've endured that for a year already."

I let out a loud chuckle. "You poor thing."

He scoffed. "So if I'm not going, you don't have to go either."

I tilted my head, pretending to think about it. "There's no reason for me to go, huh?"

"Exactly." He smirked. "Which is why I have a better idea."

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." His grin widened. "A friend of mine has a guesthouse, and it's free. No one to spy on us. Just us. What do you say?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Are you really that desperate?"

He leaned in, voice teasing. "Aren't you?"

My face flamed. "Mine is different. I can control myself."

Han Wool raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Really? Then why are you blushing?"

I scowled, ignoring his smirk. "So what, you'll do anything if you get the chance?"

His fingers brushed my knee, his voice low. "If I get the chance... who's stopping me?"

I swallowed hard, refusing to let my expression crack. But slowly, inevitably, a small smile slipped through.

"Text me the address," I said as casually as I could. "I'll come there."

Han Wool's eyes narrowed slightly. "No way. Boyfriends are supposed to pick up their girlfriends."

I rolled my eyes. "It's better if I go alone. No one will get suspicious."

He let out a dramatic sigh but eventually nodded. "Fine."

I grinned. "Good."

He studied me for a long moment, then suddenly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. His breath was warm against my skin.

"But just so you know," he murmured, "once you step into that guesthouse... you're mine."

A slow shiver ran through me.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely steady. "We'll see about that."

He smirked, stepping back, his gaze heavy on me. "Oh, we will."

And with that, he walked away, leaving me breathless, heart pounding.

What the hell had I just agreed to?