It had been a few months since the chaos of that fateful night in Seoul. Disha and Hoseok had come out of it stronger, more united, and ready to face whatever life threw at them—well, at least that's what they thought. The truth about Hoseok's past and his connection to the Nightshade organization still loomed over them, but with Hana gone, they felt a temporary sense of calm.

Now, Hoseok was preparing for a major concert in India, and Disha was finally going to see him perform in her home country. Excitement buzzed in the air as she stood among the crowd, feeling the electric energy of the fans all around her. Hoseok had an international fanbase, but seeing the sheer number of people gathered in her own country felt surreal.

Hoseok had arranged for her to have a VIP pass, and as the lights dimmed and the stage lit up, Disha couldn't help but smile in anticipation. There he was—her Hoseok—center stage, his presence commanding, his smile as bright as ever. As the concert kicked off with hit after hit, Disha felt her heart swell with pride.

But as the show went on, Disha couldn't shake a strange feeling. Something felt off, like a dark cloud looming just beyond the bright lights of the stadium. She tried to focus on the music, on Hoseok's dazzling performance, but her instincts were prickling.

During the intermission, Disha's phone buzzed. She glanced down to see a text from an unknown number.

"Enjoying the concert, Disha? Too bad it's going to be his last."

Her heart stopped. She quickly scanned the crowd, her mind racing. Could it be the Nightshade? Had they followed them all the way to India? No, that couldn't be possible. They'd been quiet for months. But then again, Hana had disappeared without a trace. Could she have been regrouping?

Her phone buzzed again.

"Meet me backstage. Alone."

Disha's blood ran cold. She knew she couldn't ignore this. If the Nightshade were back, if they were targeting Hoseok again, she had to act. She grabbed her VIP pass and made her way toward the backstage area, her heart pounding with every step.

As she entered the dimly lit backstage corridor, her eyes scanned for anything unusual. The staff was bustling around, but there was a tension in the air that wasn't there before. She reached the designated meeting point, an empty dressing room, and cautiously opened the door.

There, standing with her back turned to Disha, was Hana.

Disha's stomach dropped. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath. "Hana?"

Hana turned slowly, a twisted smile curling at the corner of her lips. "Surprised to see me?"

"Surprised? No. Disgusted? Absolutely," Disha shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let me guess—you didn't come to apologize for, oh, trying to kill us?"

Hana's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I didn't come to apologize, Disha. I came to finish what I started."

Disha crossed her arms, keeping her cool. "Is that supposed to scare me? Because I've dealt with enough of your shady business to know you're all talk."

"Oh, Disha," Hana said with a mock-pitying tone, stepping closer. "You have no idea how deep this goes. I wasn't just a pawn in Nightshade... I'm the leader."

Disha's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly masked it with her usual sass. "Wow, congratulations. You must be so proud. What's your next move, world domination? Or are you just here to ruin Hoseok's career?"

Hana's smile faltered for a moment before she stepped even closer, her voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "You really think you know him, don't you? You think he told you everything."

Disha felt a pang of uncertainty but held her ground. "I know enough. And I know he's better than you."

"Do you?" Hana asked, her voice now sharp. "Did he tell you that he used to work for me? That he was trained by the Nightshade, trained to be one of us?"

Disha's heart skipped a beat. "You're lying."

"Am I?" Hana taunted. "You've only seen one side of Hoseok—the charming, caring idol. But there's a reason he's so good at hiding things, at living a double life. It's because he was one of us. He left, but we never leave loose ends."

Before Disha could respond, a loud bang echoed through the corridor. Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Hoseok.

"Where are you? Something's wrong. Security's been breached."

Disha's mind raced. They didn't have time for this. "Hoseok knows everything," she said, glaring at Hana. "And he's going to stop you."

Hana laughed. "Oh, sweetie, Hoseok has no idea how deep he's in. But by the end of tonight, he will. And you—well, you're just collateral damage."

Disha narrowed her eyes. "You talk too much, Hana."

Without warning, she grabbed the nearest chair and swung it toward Hana. The sudden move caught her off guard, and Hana stumbled back, giving Disha just enough time to bolt out of the room.

Her heart was racing as she sprinted down the corridor, searching for Hoseok. She could hear the chaos growing outside, screams from the crowd as the Nightshade infiltrated the concert. The loudspeakers blared with sudden static, and the lights flickered ominously.

Finally, she spotted Hoseok near the stage, his face pale but focused. When he saw her running toward him, he rushed to meet her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"No time," she panted, glancing over her shoulder. "It's Hana. She's the leader of Nightshade. She's been pulling the strings all along."

Hoseok's eyes widened in shock, but there was no time to process it. The air was thick with tension, and the sounds of footsteps echoed through the venue. Nightshade was coming for them.

"We have to go," Hoseok said, taking her hand. "We need to get out of here."

As they ran through the backstage, weaving through panicked staff and security, Disha couldn't help but laugh—despite the danger, despite the madness of it all.

"What's so funny?" Hoseok asked, glancing at her with concern.

Disha smirked, her sarcastic edge coming back. "I just realized I'm dating a K-pop star who's also a trained assassin. You really know how to keep a girl on her toes."

Hoseok couldn't help but chuckle despite the gravity of the situation. "Guess I'm full of surprises."

"Yeah, well, save some of that surprise for after we survive this, okay?" she said, tightening her grip on his hand. "Because you still owe me a proper date."

The tension in the air thickened as they reached an exit, but before they could escape, they were surrounded by masked figures—Nightshade agents, closing in from all sides.

Hoseok and Disha exchanged a glance. They were outnumbered, but they weren't about to go down without a fight.

"Stay close to me," Hoseok said, his voice low and protective.

Disha grinned, her adrenaline pumping. "Don't worry about me. Let's show them what we're made of."

As the agents lunged, Hoseok and Disha moved in sync, fighting side by side. For a moment, it was like they were back in Seoul, battling the shadows that had tried to tear them apart. Only this time, they were stronger. They had each other.

And nothing—not even the Nightshade—was going to break them now.

The dim emergency lights barely illuminated the backstage alley as Hoseok and Disha fought side by side. Their bodies moved fluidly, like a choreographed dance—swift, sharp, and perfectly in sync. Hoseok's experience as a dancer and ex-Nightshade operative shone through in every kick and punch, while Disha's resourcefulness and fierce determination were unstoppable.

The masked agents surged forward, relentless, but for every one they knocked down, another two seemed to take their place. Disha barely dodged a fist aimed at her head, countering with a sharp elbow to the attacker's ribs. She was panting but focused, her sarcasm still shining through.

"Is this your idea of a concert after-party?" she quipped, smirking at Hoseok as she knocked an agent out cold.

Hoseok grinned through the tension, adrenaline sparking in his veins. "It's definitely not in the schedule, but I can make an exception for you."

The flirtatious banter, despite the danger, was their anchor—a reminder that they were in this together, no matter what. But as more Nightshade agents pressed in, the situation became dire. Disha's muscles were beginning to ache, and Hoseok's sharp movements were becoming slower with each passing second.

Suddenly, the sound of slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the chaos. The agents immediately stepped back, forming a wide circle around them. And from the shadows emerged Hana, her eyes cold and calculating as always, but now there was a smirk that sent a chill down Disha's spine.

"Well, well," Hana drawled, walking toward them with an air of superiority. "You two make quite the team. I must admit, I didn't expect you to hold up this long."

Disha glared at her, eyes burning with defiance. "Jealous, Hana? I get it—working with a bunch of brainwashed goons probably doesn't leave much time for personal relationships."

Hana's smirk faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Always the comedian, aren't you, Disha? But I wonder how funny you'll find things when you hear the truth."

Hoseok, who had been standing protectively in front of Disha, stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. "What truth, Hana? That you've been lying to me this whole time? That you're not just part of Nightshade—you're leading it?"

Hana's expression turned smug. "I'm glad you're finally catching on. You always were quick on your feet, Hoseok. Shame you didn't realize sooner that you've been nothing more than a pawn in my game."

Disha, unable to keep her fury in check, stepped up beside Hoseok. "Game? You think this is a game? You've been toying with people's lives!"

"People's lives are nothing compared to the power we're building," Hana snapped, her eyes flashing with a maniacal gleam. "The Nightshade has been working for years to amass the kind of control that governments only dream of. Hoseok was supposed to be part of that plan—a weapon I could wield at will."

Hoseok clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as Hana's words sunk in. He had suspected Hana was involved in something dark, but this—this betrayal cut deeper than anything.

"And what about me?" Disha shot back, refusing to be intimidated. "Why drag me into this? I'm no threat to you, Hana."

Hana's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Oh, Disha. You're more of a threat than you realize. You've given Hoseok something I never could—hope. And that makes you dangerous."

Disha stared at Hana, bewildered. "Hope? This isn't some fairytale, Hana. You're making this way too dramatic for your own good."

But Hoseok's eyes darkened with understanding. He turned to Disha, his voice softer, but no less intense. "She's right, Disha. You gave me something she never could. The moment I left Nightshade was the moment I decided to fight for something real—for us."

Disha's heart swelled at his words, but before she could respond, Hana cut in with a mocking laugh. "Touching, really. But do you honestly think love is enough to stop me? You're both fools if you believe that."

Hoseok stepped closer to Hana, his voice steady but filled with quiet rage. "Love may not stop you, but it's sure as hell going to give us the strength to fight."

Hana's expression twisted into one of disdain, and with a sharp gesture, she signaled the agents to attack again. Disha barely had time to react before they were once more swarmed by Nightshade operatives, but this time, there was something more savage, more desperate in the fight.

They had to end this now.

As Disha and Hoseok fought off wave after wave of assailants, their movements became increasingly frantic. Disha's sarcasm fell away, replaced by sheer survival instinct. Her breaths came in harsh gasps, but she refused to give in. Not now. Not when they were so close to breaking free of this nightmare.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting sound pierced the air—a gunshot.

Disha froze, her heart stopping as her eyes frantically searched for Hoseok. She saw him standing still, eyes wide, a shocked expression on his face. Time seemed to slow as she ran toward him, panic rising in her throat.

But before she could reach him, another figure stepped between them.

It was Hana, a sleek pistol in her hand, smoke curling from the barrel.

"You really thought you could beat me?" Hana's voice was cold, her eyes locked on Disha. "You really thought you could win?"

But instead of falling, Hoseok straightened, his eyes blazing with fierce determination. "You've underestimated us for the last time, Hana."

In one swift move, he lunged at Hana, knocking the gun from her hand and pinning her against the wall. The agents around them hesitated, unsure whether to intervene.

"Call them off," Hoseok growled, his voice low and deadly. "Now."

Hana, visibly shaken for the first time, glared at him but said nothing. Disha, regaining her breath, quickly snatched up the gun and aimed it at the nearest agent, her eyes burning with fury.

"Your little army doesn't scare me anymore," she spat. "Call them off, or I swear this ends here."

For a tense moment, no one moved. Then, with a defeated sigh, Hana signaled for the agents to stand down. One by one, they stepped back, lowering their weapons.

The tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating, but Disha and Hoseok stood their ground—united, unbroken.

As the agents retreated into the shadows, Hana's voice cut through the silence, dripping with venom. "This isn't over, Hoseok. I'll be back. And when I return, you'll regret ever crossing me."

Hoseok tightened his grip on her, his voice steady. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

Disha stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Hana's. "And neither am I."

With that, Hoseok released Hana, letting her fall to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, her eyes narrowing in hatred, but said nothing more as she slinked away into the darkness.

The battle was over, but the weight of everything that had happened still hung heavy between them. Disha looked up at Hoseok, her body trembling from the adrenaline and fear, but her heart swelling with love and pride.

"You okay?" Hoseok asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Disha let out a shaky laugh, her voice laced with sarcasm as always. "Just another normal day in our relationship, right?"

Hoseok chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "Yeah. Just another day."

But as they stood there, wrapped in each other's warmth, they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The darkness of the Nightshade still lingered, but together, they would face it—side by side, with love as their strongest weapon.

Author's Note:

Ohhhh boy, things are heating up, aren't they? 😏

I mean, we've got secret assassins, jaw-dropping revelations, and Disha throwing out those signature sarcastic punches, all while Hoseok is basically the hero we didn't deserve but totally needed. And let's not forget—Hana just flipped the whole game. 

Did anyone else see that twist coming? 😳

Now, before you ask, no, I'm not going to drag this story out forever (as much as I'd love to keep messing with your emotions). We're in the final stretch, my friends! The grand finale is approaching faster than you can say "Nightshade who?" 

Buckle up, because the next chapter will be all twists, tension, and maybe—just maybe—a few more swoon-worthy confessions. 💘

So tell me—what are your theories? Is Hana REALLY done for, or do you think she's got one last trick up her sleeve? 

Drop your thoughts in the comments because I live for your wild predictions. 🤩

Until next time, my amazing readers! 

Stay sassy, stay fierce, and keep rooting for our favorite duo! 🌟