A Backstage Love I Han Jisung x Reader

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I tossed the container to him, and he caught it with one hand, popping it open like he owned the place. Watching him shovel a dumpling into his mouth, I couldn't help but smile. It felt good to see him like this again—comfortable, teasing, and entirely himself.

"You're going to owe me dinner for this," I teased, leaning against the counter opposite him.

"I'll take you out somewhere fancy," he said through a mouthful of dumpling. "Like, I don't know, that burger place by the river. Real five-star vibes."

"Oh, wow," I deadpanned. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"You really are." He winked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh again.

The mood in the room had completely shifted, and I was grateful for it. We didn't need to dwell in the darkness anymore. Han had let out what he needed to, and now it felt like we could breathe again.

As he finished the last dumpling, he glanced at the clock on the wall. "You're not going to stay up all night worrying about that audition, are you?"

I groaned, the reminder hitting me like a brick. "I wasn't planning to, but now I might."

He smirked, setting the empty container on the counter. "You'll be fine, Y/N. You've got this. Just make sure you don't trip on stage or anything. I'd hate to see you go viral for the wrong reasons."

"Oh, thanks for the boost of confidence," I said, shoving his shoulder playfully.

"Anytime." He grinned, grabbing a glass of water and taking a long sip before setting it down. "Now, will it be the couch like old times, or are we fully migrating the bed whenever I stay over?"

I blinked at him, crossing my arms. "You're staying? I don't remember agreeing to that."

He gave me an innocent look. "I did say that I might not want to leave. Guess what? I don't."

I laughed, shaking my head as I led him to the living room. "Fine. But if you snore again, you're out."

"Snore? Me?" He threw himself onto the couch, spreading out dramatically. "I sleep like a prince, thank you very much."

"Uh-huh. A prince who snores like a freight train," I muttered, tossing a blanket over him.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said with a smirk, closing his eyes. "Don't stay up too late stressing. Your audience awaits."

His teasing tone made me roll my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face.

As I headed to my room, I realized how much lighter I felt. Tomorrow was a new day, and with Han's snarky presence reminding me not to take everything so seriously, I knew I could face whatever came next.

The sun was barely peeking through the blinds when I was jolted awake by the loud, frantic pounding on my bedroom door.

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Now!"

I groaned, rolling over to glance at the clock. It was way too early for this level of panic. Groggily, I threw the covers off and stumbled to the door, swinging it open to find Han standing there, eyes wide with absolute terror.

"What's wrong?" I asked, half asleep but still trying to make sense of the situation.

"Spider. Spider. I need you to—" He cut himself off, eyes darting toward the living room as though the thing might leap out at him at any second.

I blinked, still processing. "Spider? You woke me up for a spider?"

He nodded vehemently. "Yes. But this is a big spider, Y/N. It's huge. It's like... the size of my hand. Maybe bigger. Please help."

I tried to stifle a laugh, though the absurdity of it all wasn't helping my sleep-deprived brain. "A hand-sized spider? Really?"

Han's face was as serious as it gets. "I swear to you, I'm not exaggerating. It's a monster. It might be an alien or something. It's just sitting there, waiting for me to make a move."

I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up fully. "Okay, okay. I'll help. But you have to calm down. I can't be taking this seriously if you're freaking out like this."

"Please, Y/N! Please!" He stepped back dramatically, nearly tripping over the rug, as if the spider might pounce at him from the corner. "I'm begging you."

I sighed, stepping past him to grab a shoe from the hallway. "You seriously want me to deal with this with a shoe? Is that really your strategy?" I teased, trying to get a rise out of him.

He didn't even crack a smile. "It's the best option. You think I'm getting close enough to that thing to pick it up with my bare hands? No way. I'm not stupid."

Rolling my eyes, I followed him to the living room, my steps slower now, the remnants of sleep still clouding my mind. When I saw it—a rather small, perfectly harmless spider sitting in the middle of the floor—I almost burst out laughing.