Coffee, Secrets and Something More

Hana lay sprawled across her bed, still in her work clothes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her brain was fried. Absolutely fried.

All day long, she had been haunted by that infuriating smirk, those glinting eyes, the way he leaned just a little too close, as if testing how far he could push her before she completely lost control.

She buried her face in her pillow and groaned loudly. “Why me?”

It was ridiculous. Out of all the staff, all the people in the company, why did she have to be the one he seemed to enjoy tormenting?

And worse why did a tiny, secret part of her… like it?

She shot upright, clutching her pillow to her chest. “No. Nope. Absolutely not. I refuse. This is just stress. Work stress. Nothing else.”

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts. She grabbed it quickly, half-expecting another reminder from her supervisor. But instead, her screen lit up with an unknown number.

Her stomach dropped.

Unknown: Don’t tell me you’re scolding yourself again.

Hana nearly dropped the phone.

No. No way. It couldn’t be.

Her thumbs hovered shakily over the screen.

Hana: Who is this?

A moment later, another message popped up.

Unknown: Miss suspicious, you wound me.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Jimin. It had to be him.

But… how? How on earth did he even get her number?

Hana: …How did you get my contact?!

Unknown: I have my ways. 😏

She glared at the screen, her pulse racing.

Hana: That’s creepy.

Unknown: Or charming. Depends how you look at it.

She groaned, dragging her hands down her face. He was texting her now? Wasn’t it enough that he turned her workday upside down? Now he had to invade her peace at home too?

Hana: What do you want?

There was a longer pause this time. For a moment, she thought maybe he’d given up. Maybe he was just playing around and got bored.

Then her phone buzzed again.

Unknown: Just wanted to know if you were thinking about me.

Her breath caught.

Heat spread across her cheeks as she scrambled for a response. What was she supposed to say to that?

Hana: You’re unbelievable.

Unknown: You didn’t say no. 😉

She nearly screamed into her pillow.

Why was he like this? Why did every word he said make her feel like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something thrilling, something she had no idea how to handle?

Before she could type back, another message appeared.

Unknown: Get some rest, Hana. Tomorrow’s going to be even busier.

She blinked, stunned.

Somehow, that felt… almost gentle. Like beneath all the teasing and mischief, there was another layer to him.

Her fingers trembled as she typed her reply.

Hana: Goodnight.

Three dots appeared, then disappeared. Appeared again, then vanished. As if he was typing… and then thinking better of it.

Finally, one last message came through.

Unknown: Goodnight, Miss suspicious. Sweet dreams.

Her heart flipped.

She set the phone down slowly, staring at it as though it might explode.

How was she supposed to sleep after that?

Hana tossed and turned for hours, Jimin’s words echoing in her head. It wasn’t just the teasing. It wasn’t just the banter. It was the fact that he noticed her. Out of all the people he could have talked to, teased, or texted… he chose her.

And that was terrifying.

Because Hana knew herself. She knew the way she had admired him for years, the way his music had been a lifeline. And now, here he was real, tangible, dangerously close.

If she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall.

And falling for someone like him? A world-famous idol, untouchable, adored by millions? That was a disaster waiting to happen.

She hugged her pillow tight, closing her eyes as her chest ached with confusion.

But even as exhaustion finally pulled her into sleep, one truth remained undeniable.

She was already falling.

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