A Backstage Love I Han Jisung x Reader

A Touch So Tender

I quickly grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder and checking my phone one last time. Han had messaged me earlier, saying he'd be at my apartment in an hour. Just enough time for me to make sure everything was ready.

The rush of anticipation mixed with a bit of nervousness as I slipped out of the building and into the night. I kept my head low as I walked to the nearby bus stop, my heart racing. It had become a little routine now—our secret meetings. Something about being with him, even in the quiet of my apartment, made the world feel like it was just the two of us. The thrill of keeping it between us felt like a secret worth cherishing.

When I finally reached my apartment, I found myself glancing at the clock. He'd be here soon.

I didn't have long to wait. Not five minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door, and I felt a rush of warmth surge through me. I swung the door open, and there he was—Han, standing just outside, his signature playful smile plastered across his face.

"You look like you've been waiting," he teased, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. I grinned, but something about the way he looked at me made my stomach flip in a way I couldn't ignore.

"I have," I admitted softly, locking the door behind him. "But it's worth the wait."

Han chuckled, brushing past me to settle himself on the couch. His eyes, warm and inviting, seemed to study me for a moment, the teasing edge in his voice turning softer. "So, what's the plan tonight? You're not trying to keep me waiting again, are you?" His eyes glinted with amusement.

I rolled my eyes, though the heat on my cheeks betrayed me. "You know I wouldn't do that on purpose," I said, walking into the small kitchen to grab a couple of drinks. I felt his gaze follow me, the weight of it a constant reminder of how much I cherished these moments with him.

When I came back, Han was already on the couch, propped up with one arm behind his head, looking relaxed and content. I settled beside him, handing him a drink and taking a deep breath. "It's been a long day. Practice was intense."

"Yeah, I could tell," Han said with a smirk, his tone light but observant. "You're getting better. But you know, you could always take a break. Don't burn yourself out."

I shot him a look, half teasing and half serious. "I'm fine, Han. But thank you for worrying."

He shrugged nonchalantly, but the way he looked at me told me there was more than just casual concern behind his words. "You've got big dreams," he said softly, his voice dipping into something more personal. "Don't lose sight of what makes you... you. You've got a lot of people watching, even when you don't notice."

I shifted closer, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine, the familiarity of the moment lulling me into a sense of security. "I'm not doing this for anyone else," I said quietly. "I'm doing it for me. But..." My voice trailed off, and I found myself looking at him more intently. "It does feel nice to have someone believe in me."

His gaze softened, and he turned his body slightly toward me. The tension between us was palpable, like the air had thickened with everything we didn't say but both felt. Han was always careful with his words, choosing them like they were precious, but his eyes spoke volumes.

"I believe in you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. His hand brushed mine lightly, a subtle but undeniable gesture, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and, without thinking, moved just a little closer. I could feel the heat from his body, the steady rhythm of his breath, and the pull that had been there since we first met.

"You're making me a little nervous," I teased, glancing up at him through my lashes. "You know that?"

Han smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and affection. "Good. Maybe that's what I was going for."

Before I could respond, he was already leaning in closer, his lips brushing against my forehead in a quick, soft kiss. It was a gentle reminder of how much these moments meant to both of us—how much we needed them. No words were necessary; the silence between us said everything.

We spent the next few hours talking quietly, laughing, and getting lost in each other's company. The conversation flowed easily, the world outside my apartment growing distant with every passing minute. I wasn't in any hurry for the night to end.

But eventually, the time came. The clock on the wall ticked late into the night, and I knew Han had to leave soon. I stood up to walk him to the door, but he didn't move immediately. Instead, he lingered, his eyes following me like he wasn't quite ready to say goodbye.

I turned back to face him, feeling a familiar flutter in my chest. There was something in the way he looked at me—gentle, yet heavy with unspoken emotions. My pulse quickened, and I found myself standing closer than before, just inches apart.

"I'll see you soon, right?" Han's voice was soft, quieter than usual, and the weight of his words hung in the air between us.

I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Of course," I murmured.

But Han didn't move away. Instead, he stepped closer, one hand reaching for mine, his touch warm and grounding. For a moment, neither of us said anything. We simply stood there, the quiet in the room pressing in on us, and I felt the tension in the air change. It was no longer just the casual camaraderie we shared—it was something deeper.

I was longing for something more. I called out to him, but before I could say more than a syllable of his name, his lips were pressed against mine.