A Backstage Love I Han Jisung x Reader

Heart Abroad

My hands trembled as I scrolled through the articles and photos. The images of Han and Choi Jisu were candid and appeared intimate. The rumors were spreading like wildfire, and my heart felt like it was shattering with every new update.

I sank into the couch, feeling a wave of nausea. The room seemed to close in around me as I struggled to process what I was seeing. The thought of Han being with someone else was unbearable, and the realization that I had missed my chance to express my feelings made everything even worse.

As the days went by, the rumor continued to dominate the headlines. I found myself staring at the job offer that had once seemed like a distant possibility. The idea of leaving felt more appealing now, as if escaping to a new environment might somehow protect me from the heartache.

The thought of leaving Stray Kids and Han was painful, but the new opportunity seemed like a way to start fresh and distance myself from the emotional turmoil. My feelings for Han were becoming clearer, and the idea of seeing him with someone else made it painfully obvious how much he meant to me.

The soft hum of the television filled the room as I tried to distract myself from the growing anxiety. My phone buzzed, and I saw Han's name on the screen. I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hey, Y/N. I was thinking of coming over if that's okay. I've been meaning to talk to you," Han's voice was warm but tinged with concern.

"Sure, come on over," I replied, trying to sound more casual than I felt.

When Han arrived, he brought with him an assortment of comfort foods and a familiar warmth that made me feel both comforted and uneasy. As he settled into the chair next to my bed, he took a deep breath and looked at me with a serious expression.

"Y/N, I've seen the rumors going around. I want you to know that those photos are completely fake. I haven't even been to some of the places they're showing. I don't want you to believe what's being said," he said, his eyes searching mine for understanding.

I stared at him, trying to absorb his words. "I... I didn't know what to think. It's just hard to trust what you see online."

Han reached out, taking my hand gently in his. "I know it's confusing, and I wish I could show you that those rumors are false. You mean a lot to me, and I want to be honest with you. I've been so focused on being there for you and making sure you're okay, but the truth has been wanting to crawl its way out of my throat for so long."

His words were a balm to my anxious heart, but the tension remained. As he spoke, I felt a mixture of relief and doubt. My emotions were all over the place. The thought of leaving Stray Kids for a fresh start felt even more conflicting now.

Han's presence was comforting, but the shadow of the rumors and my unresolved feelings created a whirlwind inside me. As he talked about the false nature of the rumors, I realized how deeply I cared for him and how uncertain I was about my future.

Han's voice softened as he continued, "I know things have been tough, and I'm here for you. If you need anything or just want to talk, I'm always around."

I looked at him, my heart aching with a mix of gratitude and frustration. The more he spoke, the clearer it became that my feelings for him were more complex than I had admitted to myself. Yet, I struggled to find the right words or actions to express them.

As Han prepared to leave, I felt a pang of sadness. He gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand gently. "I'll check in with you tomorrow. Get some rest, okay?"

"Thanks, Han," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

As he walked out, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of frustration at myself. Why was it so hard to open up? Why did I feel like I was constantly holding back?

Left alone, I grappled with the realization that my feelings for Han were deeper than I had allowed myself to acknowledge. The rumors had been a catalyst, forcing me to confront my emotions more directly. Despite the comfort Han provided, the complexity of my feelings and the fear of vulnerability left me in a state of internal turmoil.

The next couple of days were filled with what-ifs. I was holding back when I was next to him now. I knew it was such a fragile social construct. One that had to be broken. Today.

The soft, golden light from the lamp gently illuminated the room, casting a warm and inviting glow against the boring, white walls. Outside, the distant sounds of the city were muffled, creating a cocoon of calm that made my apartment feel almost like a sanctuary.

Han had come by with a special surprise-a scrapbook he'd made for me, filled with photos and mementos from our time together. As we flipped through the pages, reminiscing about the little moments that had made up our shared experiences, I felt a pang of something deeper, something I could no longer ignore.

Han paused on a page with a picture of us laughing together after a particularly tough day of therapy. His eyes softened as he looked at it, and I could see the care and affection in his gaze. It was in that moment, surrounded by these tangible memories of our journey, that I knew I couldn't keep my feelings bottled up any longer.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The words felt heavy, but they were desperate to be spoken. "Han," I began, my voice trembling slightly, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you. It's been on my mind for so long, and I've been too scared to admit it."

Han turned to face me, his expression attentive and concerned. "What is it?"

I swallowed hard, my eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I've been feeling something more than just gratitude. Since the early days of this year, I've felt a connection with you that goes beyond friendship. I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me, but it's more than that. I think I'm in love with you."