When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 32

I let out a small chuckle, despite the heaviness sitting in my chest. “I know. And I’m sorry. But I just… I need time.”

Seok Kyung sighed, crossing her arms. “How much time?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But one day, I promise. I’ll tell you everything.”

Ha Ya’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Do you at least promise that whatever Harin was screaming about was just nonsense?”

I straightened, looking her in the eye. “I swear to you—I didn’t cheat. Not now, not ever.” My voice was steady, unwavering. “It was Harin who stole Han Wool from me. She knew exactly what she was doing. And now she’s just acting like the victim to cover up the truth.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Then, Seok Kyung exhaled and shook her head. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Ha Ya frowned. “But Ye Na… you’re still seeing him, aren’t you? If he’s engaged to her now, and you’re still… involved, isn’t that just going to make things worse?”

I hesitated, my fingers tightening slightly. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But I’m not going to let her rewrite history. Han Wool was mine before she ever decided to take him. And he still is.”

Woo Joon raised an eyebrow. “Damn. That’s bold.”

Ha Ya scoffed. “It’s insane.”

Seok Kyung gave me a long look before sighing. “Just… don’t get hurt in the process, okay?”

I smiled, small but genuine. “I won’t.”

Even if I had to walk through hell to take back what was mine—I wasn’t going to lose. Not this time.

I grabbed my clipboard and stepped out of the office, my friends’ concerned gazes lingering behind me. But I couldn’t focus on that. Not now.

The hospital hallways were quiet, save for the steady beeping of monitors and the occasional murmur of voices behind closed curtains. I moved through them with practiced ease, greeting nurses, checking charts, keeping my hands busy while my mind spiraled.

This was getting worse.

Harin was relentless. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d spent seven years crafting this narrative where she was the victim and I was the villain. She had stolen Han Wool, rewritten our history, and turned everyone against me.

And Han Wool—damn him—was letting her.

I stopped outside a patient’s room, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open. A man in his fifties lay in the bed, his wife sitting beside him, gripping his hand. They both looked.

up as I entered, offering tired but grateful smiles.

I smiled back, slipping into my role with ease. “Mr. Choi, how are you feeling today?”

The conversation was routine—vital signs, symptoms, adjustments to his medication. I nodded along, offering reassurances and instructions, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep playing the role of the quiet, suffering protagonist while Harin controlled the entire script.

What that girl is up to?

I needed to push Han Wool. No more waiting. No more hoping he’d do the right thing on his own. He had to tell everyone the truth. That he remembered everything. That he was never hers to begin with.

Because if he didn’t…

Then I would be the one to end this. And I wouldn’t be gentle about it.

Because everyone is getting on my nerves lately.