A Backstage Love I Han Jisung x Reader

The Calm Before The Storm

I turned to Han, who was already standing several feet away from the creature, eyes locked on it like it was a bomb about to explode. "That?" I pointed to the spider. "That's what you're freaking out about?"

Han's voice was barely a whisper. "Do you see it? It's the biggest one I've ever seen in my life. How are you not freaking out?"

I could barely hold back my giggles. "That spider is probably terrified of you right now."

"Not funny," he deadpanned, but there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"Alright, alright," I said, moving toward the spider. "Let's get this over with."

I squatted down, preparing to scoop it up with a piece of paper—there was no way I was going to squash it with a shoe. When I gently lifted the paper, the spider didn't even flinch. It just casually crawled onto it, as if completely unbothered by the drama happening around it.

"See? Not so bad," I said, standing up and walking over to the window to release the spider back outside.

Han, still standing in the same spot, watched me like I had just tamed a lion. "You're insane," he muttered. "I can't believe you're handling this so calmly."

I laughed and tossed him a wink. "I'm used to dealing with little freak-outs like this. You should see how I handle my own problems. Except, you know, I don't scream like a baby and run from them."

Han finally relaxed enough to roll his eyes. "I was not screaming like a baby," he huffed, though the blush creeping up his neck told me otherwise.

"Sure, sure," I said, laughing again. "You were just... making an entrance with your performance. Very dramatic. Could've made it onto Broadway with that level of acting."

"Alright, alright," Han let out a nervous laugh, but his gaze didn't move from me. There was something softer in his eyes as he took in how I looked—hair standing straight up, eyes probably a little bloodshot from just waking up, and still rubbing away the sleep.

He stared for a moment longer before speaking, his voice quieter, "I admire how you just handled all that... But also, I'm kinda distracted by how... beautiful you look right now. Like, how do you look so good at 7 in the morning after that?"

I blinked, taken aback by the compliment. Then I glanced at my reflection in the hallway mirror and raised an eyebrow. "Beautiful? This?" I gestured to my hair, which was a complete mess, sticking out in all directions, and the remnants of sleep still crusted around my eyes. "I look like I've just been dragged through a tornado, and you're calling me beautiful?"

Han smiled, clearly trying to hide his amusement, but his eyes softened with affection. "It's true," he said, his voice full of sincerity. "How do you pull off looking this good after all of that?"

I couldn't help but smile at his stubbornness, but I shook my head, laughing. "You're crazy, you know that?"

He shrugged, taking a step closer. "I'm serious. I don't know how you do it, but I'm glad you're you."

I let out a breath, feeling a bit of warmth spread through me at his words. "Yeah, well... I guess you're lucky I'm around to save you from the greatest threat to humanity."

He grinned, looking at me like I'd just saved the world instead of a poor spider. "I'm starting to think you're more of a superhero than I am."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't suppress my smile. "Just wait," I said, heading toward the kitchen. "There's more where that came from."

I quickly headed to the kitchen, throwing together a cup of coffee to shake off the grogginess. As much as I wanted to linger in the warmth of the moment—Han still sitting on the couch with that goofy grin—I had a bigger task ahead of me. The audition was tomorrow, and I was running out of time to prepare.

I took a sip of the hot coffee, the steam swirling around my face, and shot a glance over my shoulder. Han was still staring at me, still looking entirely too content for someone who'd just been traumatized by a spider. "I'm gonna need about an hour to pull myself together for this audition. You might want to find something to do. I'm assuming you've got a whole lot of nothing planned, considering you're not in bed anymore."

He threw a pillow at me. "I was actually going to help you, but now I'm questioning my role in this morning's spider rescue."

I caught the pillow and threw it back at him. "The only role you've got is moral support, mister. So don't mess it up."

Han rolled his eyes but got up from the couch, stretching with a dramatic groan. "Fine, fine. I'll be the supportive boyfriend who silently cheers from the sidelines, then."

"Good. That's all I need."

With a final sip of coffee, I set the cup down and headed toward the bathroom. "You better be quiet while I'm getting ready. No jokes, no teasing. Just... you know, be chill."

Han chuckled behind me. "You got it, superstar."

I made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. There was no turning back now. Tomorrow was the day—the day. I had to make this count.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking in the reflection. My hair still looked like I'd been caught in a windstorm, but that wasn't anything new. The bags under my eyes, a telltale sign of late-night rehearsals and nerves, were much more noticeable today, and I sighed at the reality of it all. It wasn't going to be perfect, but I didn't need it to be.

I splashed water on my face, then applied some moisturizer to calm my skin, knowing that I had to look my best if I was going to step into the JYP building tomorrow. I set to work on my hair next—shampoo, conditioner, and a bit of anti-frizz serum. When I stepped out of the bathroom with my hair freshly styled into a smooth, natural wave, I felt a little more grounded, like I could actually face the day.

I picked out an outfit: something simple but stylish. I slipped into a loosely fitting t-shirt with a teddy bear on it and some slightly baggy jeans. Added a bucket hat, messy low space buns, and comfy sneakers to complete the look. Streetwear, but still cute and functional. The clock was ticking, and I had to stay on track.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Han was sitting on the couch, his eyes following me as I moved around the room. His expression was unreadable, but the way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat. His voice broke the silence. "You look... really good, Y/N."

I gave him a quick smile and then raised an eyebrow. "You're still on this? You're going to have to get used to me looking like a mess, you know. This isn't going to be my usual 'supermodel' routine every day."

He grinned, leaning back. "I think the 'supermodel' look is overrated. You've got the real thing going on."

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Alright, I've got to focus, okay? Big day tomorrow. I can't be caught up in your charm. As much as I love hearing it, I'm still nervous about the audition."

"Don't be nervous," Han said softly, his voice a little more serious now. "You're going to crush it. I've seen how hard you've worked. You've got this."

I exhaled, feeling the weight of his words settle over me. He always knew how to make me feel like I could do anything.

"Thanks, Han," I said quietly. "I needed to hear that."

I grabbed my bag and rushed toward the door, but before I could step out, I turned back to Han, who was still lounging on the couch, looking far too comfortable. Without thinking, I leaned down and pressed a quick peck to his cheek, feeling his skin warm against my lips.

"Good luck with the spiders," I teased, flashing him a grin.

He looked up, blinking at me in surprise, a small blush creeping across his cheeks. "Hey, wait, you're already—"

I was already halfway out the door, not bothering to let him finish. "Gotta run!" I called over my shoulder, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. "Big day ahead!"

And with that, I was out the door, hoping I wouldn't be late for practice.