Under my wing || Han Jisung · Y/n story by @Minyoon

The roar of the crowd was a living thing, pressing against the walls of the backstage corridor. It vibrated through the concrete floor, up through the soles of your sneakers, and settled somewhere deep in your chest.

Bang Chan

stands at the front of the pack, one hand raised, the other gripping a mic stand Alright. You all know the routine. You know the setlist. We've rehearsed this a hundred times.

Seo Changbin

cracks his neck, bouncing on the balls of his feet A thousand times. Feels like a thousand times.

Lee Felix

warm, freckled grin as he looks back at you You ready, Y/n?

The question hung in the air. Seven pairs of eyes turned to you. Some eager, some reassuring, all of them familiar.

Han Jisung

standing closest to you, his shoulder brushing yours leans down, voice low, just for you Hey. Look at me.

You look up. His eyes are dark, steady, and soft. The chaos of the prep team and the muffled screams of Stay seemed to mute around him.

Han Jisung

a tiny smile You belong here. With us. Remember that.

Behind him, the stage director held up five fingers. Then four. Then three.