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The crowd roars as Han Jisung steps onto the stage, the bright lights reflecting off his sweat-drenched skin, his electric guitar slung low over his hips. His signature smirk flashes across his face as he takes in the sea of fans screaming his name, their energy fueling the adrenaline that's already coursing through his veins. This is his world—the chaos, the noise, the raw power of rock 'n' roll.
Jisung's fingers glide effortlessly over the guitar strings, the opening chords of his latest hit filling the stadium. The sound is electric, a pulse that reverberates through the air, sending shivers down spines. He's in his element, completely in control as the music takes over. His bandmates fall in around him, and together they create a wall of sound that hits the crowd like a wave, their music a blend of rock and infectious energy.
But even as he's lost in the music, as his fingers blur over the strings and his voice rasps into the mic, there's a part of him that's somewhere else—somewhere softer, quieter. Somewhere you are.
You're backstage, watching him with a smile that's half pride, half something deeper that only you and Jisung share. It's a look that says you know him better than anyone else in this stadium, that behind the rockstar persona, he's just a guy who loves music, who loves you.
As the song reaches its climax, Jisung throws himself into the performance, his body moving with the rhythm, his hair falling into his eyes. He's a force of nature, unstoppable and untouchable, and the crowd can't get enough of him. But every now and then, his eyes flicker to the side of the stage, searching for you, grounding him in the midst of the frenzy.
He finds you there, as always, a small smile tugging at his lips as your eyes meet. It's a brief moment, but it's enough to remind him of what's waiting for him when the lights go down and the music fades.
The song ends in a blaze of sound, the final chord hanging in the air as Jisung lets his guitar fall silent. The crowd erupts into cheers, chanting his name, but all he hears is the beat of his heart, the anticipation of seeing you. He raises his hand in a salute to the fans, flashing them that trademark grin, but his thoughts are already with you.
As the band exits the stage, the adrenaline still pumping, Jisung hands off his guitar and makes a beeline for you. The second he's close enough, he pulls you into his arms, his grip firm but gentle, his body still buzzing with energy.
"Did you like the show?" he asks, his voice rough from singing, but there's a softness in his tone that's reserved just for you.
You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him as if you could absorb some of his lingering adrenaline. "You were incredible, as always."
His smile softens, his eyes shining with something that's both vulnerable and completely open. "It's easier knowing you're here, watching."
You roll your eyes playfully, though your heart flutters at his words. "I think you'd be amazing whether I was here or not."
"Maybe," he murmurs, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "But I'd rather have you here anyway."
There's something about the way he says it, so sincere and full of emotion, that makes your heart swell. To the world, Jisung is a rockstar, a wild force of nature who lives for the stage. But to you, he's just Jisung—the guy who writes love songs for you when no one's listening, who holds you close when the world gets too loud, who looks at you like you're his entire universe.
You tilt your head, your eyes searching his. "You ready to get out of here?"
He nods, his grip on you tightening slightly as if he's afraid to let go. "Let's go."
The two of you slip out of the backstage area, avoiding the crowd of fans and crew, and make your way to the quiet sanctuary of his dressing room. The room is small, a stark contrast to the massive stage outside, but it's peaceful, a place where Jisung can unwind and just be himself.
He pulls you down onto the couch with him, his arm draped over your shoulders as you curl into his side. The buzz of the concert still lingers in the air, but here, it's just the two of you. No screaming fans, no bright lights—just the sound of your breathing and the steady beat of Jisung's heart beneath your ear.
"Do you ever get tired of it?" you ask softly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
Jisung is quiet for a moment, his eyes distant as he thinks. "Sometimes," he admits. "It can be exhausting, always being 'Han Jisung, the rockstar.' But then I come back here, to you, and it doesn't seem so bad."
You smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I'll always be here and hold your hand."
He turns his head to look at you, his eyes soft and full of something that makes your chest ache. "I know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "And that makes everything worth it."
There's a vulnerability in his gaze, a rare glimpse of the man behind the rockstar, and it takes your breath away. You reach up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as you lean in to kiss him.
The kiss is slow, tender, a contrast to the wild energy of the concert. It's just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, and for a moment, the world outside ceases to exist.
When you finally pull away, Jisung rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he savors the moment. "You're my favorite part of all of this, you know that?"
You laugh softly, your heart swelling with love for him. "You're mine too."
He smiles, and it's that same soft smile that he reserves only for you—the one that makes you feel like you're the only person in the world who matters.
"I'm glad," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Because I don't think I could do this without you."
You lean into him, your hand slipping into his as you lace your fingers together. "Good thing you don't have to."
Jisung squeezes your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Yeah, it is."
And as you sit there together, the noise of the outside world fading away, you know that no matter how wild life gets, as long as you have each other, you'll always find your way back to this quiet, peaceful place—where it's just you and him, and the rest of the world doesn't matter.
