When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 46

I leaned into him, laughing. “Too late now. You married into all of us.”

He gave me a look—half mock horror, half soft adoration—and groaned dramatically. “No refunds?”

“Not even store credit.”

Meanwhile, Hanseol had climbed up onto a chair and was now making a PowerPoint presentation titled “My Brother Is a Liar and a Dancing Liar”.

And honestly?

It was the most perfect, chaotic, love-filled wedding I could have ever asked for.

As the laughter died down and Hanseol’s glittery presentation faded from the projector, the air shifted into something softer—like the sunset had finally wrapped itself around us.

The music changed to something slower. Warm. Familiar.

Minhwan and Seok Kyung were swaying, badly off-beat but unapologetic. Woo Joon dipped Ha Ya so suddenly she screamed, then laughed so hard she nearly fell. Harin, hair pinned with pearls, was sipping from a wine glass and laughing with Aunty, who—miracle of miracles—was smiling.

And Han Wool turned to me.

“Dance with me?” he asked, holding out a hand.

“I thought you were done with dancing after the headband scandal.”

He smiled, tugging me gently. “Only if it’s not with you.”

So I let him lead me into the center of it all—into the golden glow of fairy lights and blurred edges of joy. His hands on my waist, my arms around his neck. My baby growing quietly inside me. My heart full and full and full.

Everyone around us faded like the rest of the world had decided to give us this one moment. Just ours.

“You know,” he murmured, “when I was a kid, I always thought I’d live in a garage, fixing bikes forever.”

“And now?”

He smiled against my temple. “Now I get to fix hearts too.”

I laughed, leaning into his chest. “That was cheesy.”

“I’ve been saving it.”

The stars came out one by one, slow and silent.

And under their watchful eyes, in a dress kissed with moonlight and the scent of tteokbokki still clinging to the memory of me, I closed my eyes and thought—

This is it. This is home.
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“PHOTO TIME!” someone screamed, and suddenly it felt like we were back in high school, but more in peace.

“EVERYONE! FRONT LAWN! NOW!” Jiwoo barked like a commander, dragging a random aunt off the bench so she could set up the tripod.

“I’m the bride,” I protested weakly as I was yanked toward the grass.

“You’re also short,” said Seok Kyung. “So you go in the front, tiny queen.”

“Are we seriously doing this right now—” Han Wool began.

“Yes,” Ga Min said calmly, walking out with a massive disposable camera necklace like some kind of artsy war photographer. “This is history.”

Minhwan showed up with a pair of sunglasses and a wine glass. “I’m only here to look hot.”

“Then you’re here illegally,” Jun muttered.

We somehow formed a group in front of the giant flower arch. The photographer looked horrified. “You want… all of you… in one frame?”