A Backstage Love I Han Jisung x Reader

Railway, If Han Wrote It

I swung the door open to find Han standing there, casually dressed in a black hoodie and joggers, his ever-present grin lighting up his face.

"Did you miss me?" he teased, leaning against the frame as if he owned the place.

I stepped aside, letting him in. "You know it," I muttered, not even trying to hide my smile.

He walked in, dropping his bag by the door and making his way over to the couch, where I was still seated. He plopped down next to me, his arm casually draping over the back of the couch.

"So, how's the big news? You're officially the lead dancer, huh?" His voice was soft, but there was an unmistakable pride in his tone.

I nodded, looking at him. "Yeah. It's– a lot to take in, honestly." I let out a breath. "I never thought I'd be in this position, but now that it's here, I just want to make sure I don't mess it up."

He chuckled, his hand resting on my shoulder, the touch comforting and warm. "You're gonna crush it. I have no doubt." He paused for a moment, looking me over. "You know, I'm really proud of you, Y/N."

I gave him a small smile, my heart swelling. "Thanks, Han. That means a lot."

He leaned in a little closer, his eyes locking with mine. The intensity of the moment wasn't lost on me, and for a moment, I just held his gaze, appreciating the comfort his presence brought.

Then, without warning, he slid closer, his hand brushing against mine. It was a simple touch, but one that sparked something deeper. I could feel the chemistry between us rising again.

"I think you deserve a reward for all that hard work," he said, his voice low and teasing.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

His hand found its way to the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer. "Yeah."

Before I could respond, he kissed me—slow and deliberate, with a tenderness that contrasted the heat that had been building between us. His lips were warm and familiar, and as he deepened the kiss, my mind went blank, all thoughts of the world outside the apartment vanishing.

I melted into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer as if I couldn't get enough. He responded instantly, his body leaning in with a hunger that matched mine, his lips moving against mine with a growing urgency.

The kiss grew deeper, more frantic, and with every touch, every press of his body against mine, the tension between us intensified. My heartbeat pounded in my chest, syncing with the rhythm of his hands trailing over my sides, the gentle but insistent press of his body against mine making me feel alive in ways I hadn't expected.

He pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, and I could feel the heat between us smoldering. "We should slow down," he muttered, but the way he said it felt like a challenge rather than a suggestion. His breath was shallow, and his voice had that rough edge I knew all too well.

I leaned forward, my lips barely brushing against his as I whispered, "Maybe we shouldn't."

The words were barely out of my mouth before he was kissing me again, his hands sliding from my waist to the hem of my shirt. The way his fingers brushed against my skin sent a rush of warmth through my body, and I could feel my pulse quicken in response.

I didn't want to pull away. Not this time. I needed to feel him, to take the edge off the long days of stress and pressure that had built up.

He broke the kiss again, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "Are you sure about this?" His voice was steady, but there was a flicker of uncertainty, as if he was giving me a chance to pull back if I wanted to.

But I didn't want to pull back. Not now.

I nodded, my hands tracing his jawline, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

He smiled, the tension easing from his body as he kissed me again, deeper this time, with more fire. As his hands began to slide further, the rest of the world seemed to vanish. There was only us, in this moment.

Some time passed, and after what felt like an eternity, we broke away, breathing heavily. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, but we didn't need them.

Han glanced over at me, his lips still slightly swollen from our kiss. "You know," he said, voice low and teasing, "I wasn't planning on staying the night." His eyes flickered with mischief, his hand lightly brushing mine. "But now, I think I might have to."

I couldn't help but grin, my body still buzzing from the intensity of everything that had just happened. "Well, it's a good thing I wasn't planning on letting you leave, anyway."

His grin widened, a playful spark lighting up his eyes as he leaned back into the couch, pulling me with him. "Guess I'm stuck here, then."

"What a shame", I say as I roll my eyes sarcastically.