A Backstage Love I Han Jisung x Reader

I've Got You.

In my sleep I dreamt. But instead of being a pleasant dream, it was like reliving one of the worst days of my life.

The nightmare came in waves, each more crushing than the last. I was back in the street, frozen as the headlights bore down on me. The impact came sharp and unrelenting, the sound of tires screeching against asphalt deafening in my ears. I reached out, trying to grasp onto anything—anyone—but there was nothing. The world went silent except for the faint, echoing footsteps of someone walking away, leaving me behind.

I woke with a gasp, my chest heaving as though the weight of the dream had followed me into the waking world. My hands clawed at the sheets, damp with cold sweat, and I couldn't stop trembling.

"Y/N?" His voice broke through the haze, soft but firm, pulling me back. His hand was on my shoulder, steadying me, grounding me. "Hey, wake up. It's just a dream."

I blinked, the familiar lines of his face slowly coming into focus. Han's brow was furrowed, his dark eyes swimming with worry as he searched mine.

"It was them," I whispered, my voice shaky, barely audible. "The hit-and-run. I saw it again. Felt it."

His jaw tightened for a fraction of a second before he softened, his hand moving to cup my cheek. "You're safe," he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tear I hadn't realized was there. "I'm here, Y/N. Nobody's going to hurt you."

I tried to nod, but the trembling wouldn't stop. My breath hitched, and before I could speak, Han shifted closer, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me against his chest. "Breathe," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Just breathe with me, okay?"

His warmth seeped into me, steadying the storm in my chest. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat—strong, unwavering, a rhythm I could anchor myself to.

After a few moments, the trembling subsided, and I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. "I didn't mean to wake you," I said, my voice hoarse.

Han raised an eyebrow, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. "You think I'm going to sleep through you having a nightmare? What kind of heartless guy do you take me for?"

I let out a shaky laugh, though my eyes stung. "A guy who values his beauty sleep, maybe?"

His smirk deepened, but his eyes stayed soft. "You're the only one allowed to keep me up like this," he said, his tone so casual it took a moment for the weight of his words to settle over me. "Besides, you're more important than sleep. Always."

The words hit me like a warm tide, and for a moment, I couldn't speak. He noticed, of course, because he always did, and his expression shifted into something gentler, more earnest.

"You scared me," he admitted, his hand still resting against my cheek. "Seeing you like that... I'd take the nightmare myself if I could. I'd do anything to keep you safe, Y/N."

My heart twisted at the rawness in his voice. "Han..."

His lips quirked into a small, lopsided smile, though his eyes were shining with something deeper. "You don't have to say anything. Just—" He paused, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Promise me you'll wake me up next time, yeah? Don't go through that alone."

"I'll try," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

"That's all I need," he said softly, leaning his forehead against mine. "Just... let me be here for you."

The closeness stole my breath, the vulnerability in his gaze making my chest ache in a way that was both painful and beautiful. I nodded, unable to do anything else, and he pulled me back against him, holding me like I might disappear if he let go.

We stayed like that for a long time, his hand tracing soothing patterns on my back as my breathing steadied.

"You know," he murmured after a while, his tone lighter now, "if this is your way of getting me to hold you all night, you could've just asked. No need for the dramatic nightmares."

I laughed quietly, the sound muffled against his chest. "You're impossible."

"And you're stuck with me," he replied, his voice warm and teasing.

But as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head and whispered, "I've got you," I realized there was nowhere else I'd rather be.