When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 46

“Yes,” Jiwoo replied. “And no cropping my forehead this time!”

Positions began forming, but not without war.

Jun stood on the far right, one eyebrow raised, arms folded like he was on the cover of Vogue: Disapproval Edition.

Jiwoo struck a heart pose beside him, then randomly flopped into a peace sign halfway through.

“Pick a lane!” Jun hissed.

Hui Won was in the middle, smiling brightly and holding a bouquet made entirely of plastic straws she found during cleanup. “I’m eco-friendly now!”

Ga Min crouched in the front like he was about to play dodgeball. “Everyone say quantum mechanics!”

“SHUT UP!” the group yelled in unison.

Seo Hyeon stood tall in the back, doing absolutely nothing. No smile. No peace sign. Just arms down, eyes squinting like he was suspicious of the sun.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Blending in.”

“You’re glowing like a ghost.”

He nodded. “Exactly.”

Woo Joon had hoisted Ha Ya onto his shoulders. “If I fall and die, bury me like this!”

“I'M THE TALLEST NOW!” Ha Ya declared from the sky.

Harin, stunning in a champagne dress, posed beside me with her arm looped through mine. “Stop looking all poetic,” she said. “You’re not in a drama, Ye Na. Smile like you’re in debt.”

I choked on a laugh.

She grinned. “There it is. That’s the Ye Na I love.”

Meanwhile, Seok Kyung was attempting five poses in one—fingerguns, peace signs, blowing a kiss, doing a heel-pop, and pretending to faint dramatically into Ha Ya’s arms.

“Seok Kyung, what are you doing?” someone asked.

“I’m giving them OPTIONS!” she screamed.

“Your back’s gonna snap in four directions!”

“That’s the cost of art!"

Minhwan jumped in front, dramatically sliding across the grass like he was auditioning for a K-pop group. “I’M YOUR MAIN VISUAL, LET ME SHINE!”

“MINHWAN MOVE, YOU BLOCKED THE BRIDE!” Jiwoo screamed.

“I am the bride,” he sniffed.

“NO, YOU’RE THE PROBLEM,” Han Wool yelled.

Geon Yeop stood near the edge of the group, hands in his pockets, trying his best to pose naturally—but his smile was the kind of awkward that screamed “someone please tell me what to do with my arms.”

“Geon Yeop, loosen up!” Harin shouted.

He nodded, absolutely did not loosen up, and proceeded to strike what I think he thought was a model-like smolder. It looked more like he had a stomach ache.

“I feel like I’m applying for a bank loan,” he muttered.

But the real chaos?

Hanseol.

Dead center. In front of me and Han Wool. In a power stance. Arms crossed. Sunglasses on. Absolutely refusing to move.

“Hanseol. Move.”

“No.”

“You’re blocking the bride and groom.”

“I am the moment.”

“YOU’RE RUINING THE MOMENT.”

“I was born to photobomb. Let me live.”

“Hanseol—!”

The photographer sighed. Loudly. Like a man who had just aged five years in five minutes.

He lowered his camera, looked around at us—all twenty-something disasters in formalwear—and said, “What in the world is this group photo?”

He pointed at each of us like he was identifying suspects in a crime scene.
“You! The one with the air guitar—why are you shredding a flower bouquet like you’re in a metal band?” Minhwan froze, still mid-strum.

“You!” He turned to Jiwoo, who had somehow ended up on someone’s back. “What is your—no. No. Don’t answer. I don’t want to know.”

He gestured dramatically. “Is anyone normal here? Anyone at all? Besides the bride and groom?!”

The photographer groaned, turning to Hui Won. “And you. What is happening with that bouquet? That’s not… that’s not even the right bouquet, is it?!”

Hui Won, blinking innocently, looked down at the sad, half-eaten snack table arrangement she’d somehow picked up.

“Oh,” she said. “I thought it was edible decor.”

The photographer dropped his shoulders. “I beg you. Please. Activate normal.”

Everyone froze.

Then like trained professionals (or at least very guilty kids), we slowly, painfully shuffled into proper positions.

Even Hanseol stepped aside. Barely. Like one toe still inside the spotlight.

And finally… finally… the group looked normal.

Kind of.

The photographer blinked. Took a deep breath. Lifted his camera.

“One… two…”

Jiwoo held up bunny ears behind Jun’s head.

“THREE!”

Click

And just like that, we captured it.

The one single, blurry, beautiful moment of unity in a sea of chaos.

A photo where we were all technically behaving—
But the kind of behaving that still had Hui Won holding a leaf instead of a bouquet.

And honestly?

It was perfect.