The conference room buzzed with the hum of intellectual chatter as Disha stood rooted in place, her thoughts spinning faster than she could process. The text message on her phone stared back at her, its cryptic words sending a shiver down her spine.

You think you know Hoseok? Think again. Meet me tonight if you want the truth.

Her initial reaction was disbelief—who could possibly know about her and Hoseok? But that quickly morphed into irritation. Seriously? Disha thought, Who does this person think they are, trying to stir up drama like we're in some cheesy thriller? She shook her head, determined not to let this mysterious message get under her skin.

But the nagging doubt persisted, lingering at the edges of her mind like a storm cloud. Disha had spent months getting to know Hoseok through late-night video calls, shared playlists, and inside jokes. Was there something he wasn't telling her?

"Nope," she muttered to herself, "I'm not going down that rabbit hole. Not today, Satan."

She quickly composed a reply: Nice try, but I'm good, thanks.

Satisfied with her response, she slipped her phone back into her bag and made her way to the auditorium. The main session was about to begin, and she was eager to see Hoseok in action. As she walked, she reminded herself of her earlier pep talk: Keep it cool, keep it classy. Easier said than done when her heart was doing the cha-cha every time she thought about him.

The auditorium was packed, but Disha found a seat near the front, where she had a clear view of the stage. She scanned the room, noticing how many eyes were on Hoseok as he prepared to address the audience. The man had a magnetic presence, and it wasn't just his looks—though they certainly didn't hurt. It was the way he commanded attention, his confidence and warmth radiating in every gesture.

Hoseok began his presentation, seamlessly blending complex medical insights with a touch of humor that kept the audience engaged. He spoke with passion and authority, but every now and then, his gaze would flicker to Disha, and she couldn't help but smile back, feeling a thrill each time their eyes met.

This is it, she thought. This is the guy who gets me, who actually sees me for who I am.

The session wrapped up with a round of applause, and as the audience dispersed, Hoseok caught up with her, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and something deeper.

"So, what did you think?" he asked, slipping into step beside her.

"Not bad for a rookie," Disha teased, bumping his shoulder lightly. "But seriously, you were amazing. I could listen to you talk about medical stuff all day."

Hoseok chuckled, but there was a hint of something in his expression—was it worry? "Thanks, Disha. It means a lot coming from you. Listen, I've got another meeting soon, but I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner with me tonight? I want to hear all about your big plans now that you're the top of your class."

Disha's heart fluttered at the invitation. "I'd love that," she replied, her earlier doubts momentarily forgotten.

"Great," he said, his smile widening. "I'll text you the details later. Can't wait."

With that, Hoseok gave her hand a quick squeeze before heading off, leaving Disha standing there, a goofy grin on her face.

But as the day wore on, the memory of the mysterious text crept back into her mind, gnawing at her resolve. She replayed it over and over, trying to make sense of it. Who could know something about Hoseok that she didn't? And what truth were they hinting at?

Don't let it get to you, Disha, she told herself. It's probably just some weirdo trying to mess with you. But no matter how many times she told herself that, the doubt wouldn't go away.

Later that evening, Disha found herself pacing in her hotel room, torn between meeting Hoseok for dinner and confronting this mysterious texter. Her logical side told her to ignore the message—she'd spent enough time with Hoseok to know he wasn't hiding anything major. But another part of her, the one driven by curiosity and a slight penchant for drama, was itching to find out what this was all about.

Finally, her curiosity won out. She grabbed her phone and fired off a quick message to Hoseok: Hey, something's come up. Can we rain check on dinner?

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with his reply: Of course. Is everything okay?

Yeah, just need to handle something. I'll explain later.

Alright. Take care of yourself, Disha. I'm here if you need anything.

She hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt, but quickly shoved it aside. This better be worth it, she thought, before typing a reply to the mysterious number: Fine. Where do you want to meet?

The response was almost instant: Meet me in the lobby at 8. I'll be the one in black.

Could you be any more cryptic? Disha huffed, but nonetheless, she prepared herself. Dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, she felt ready to take on whatever nonsense awaited her.

At exactly 8 PM, she made her way to the hotel lobby, scanning the room for anyone in black. A tall figure leaned against a pillar, their face partially obscured by a hood. As Disha approached, the person looked up, and she was surprised to see it was a woman, her expression unreadable.

"You're the one who texted me?" Disha asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

The woman nodded. "I'm sorry for the secrecy, but this isn't something I could discuss over the phone."

"Okay, then spill," Disha said, her patience wearing thin. "What's this truth you're so eager for me to know?"

The woman took a deep breath. "I'm Hana, a researcher who worked closely with Hoseok on a project about a year ago. We were...close, but things didn't end well."

Disha's stomach tightened. "What do you mean 'close'?"

Hana hesitated before continuing. "Hoseok is a brilliant doctor, but he's also very guarded. He doesn't open up easily, and when he does, it's because he trusts you completely. But there are things he hasn't told you, Disha. Things about his past, about why he's so driven in his work."

Disha's heart raced. "If this is about some ex-girlfriend drama, you can save it. Hoseok's past is his business, not mine."

"It's not just that," Hana said, her voice urgent. "There's something else, something that could change everything."

Disha stared at Hana, trying to gauge whether she was being played or if this woman genuinely had something important to reveal. She didn't like being in the dark, but she also wasn't about to let anyone manipulate her.

"Listen," Disha said, her tone firm. "I appreciate the concern, but if Hoseok wants to tell me something, he will. I'm not here to dig up his past or play detective. So unless you have something concrete, I'm done here."

Hana looked taken aback, as if she hadn't expected Disha to stand her ground so firmly. "Just be careful," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't know everything."

With that, Hana turned and walked away, leaving Disha standing there, more confused than ever. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, but instead of feeling anxious, she felt oddly empowered. Whatever Hoseok's past was, it was just that—the past. What mattered was the present, and the connection they were building now.

As she made her way back to her room, Disha's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing was clear: if Hoseok had something to share, she would let him do it in his own time. But until then, she wasn't about to let anyone else dictate how she felt about him.

Because when it came to Jeon Hoseok, Disha was all in. And nothing was going to shake that—least of all a cryptic text from a stranger.

Author's Note:

Well, well, well! Looks like Disha's diving headfirst into some serious drama—just when things were heating up with Hoseok! 😏 But hey, you know how it goes: a little suspense never hurt anyone, right?

Now, here's where you come in! Got a crazy plot twist brewing in that brilliant mind of yours? Maybe you think Disha should confront Hoseok about this mysterious "truth," or perhaps you've got a wild theory about what Hana's really up to? Or—let's be real—do you just want more of Disha's sassy punchlines? 💁‍♀️

Drop your thoughts, theories, and suggestions in the comments below! I'm all ears (and maybe even a little mischievous), so who knows? Your idea just might end up in the next chapter! 😉