Han was one of the circus performers in the circus you worked at, as one of the performers, you were also assigned to work with him, though his flirty attitude irritated you.

He was in the back room, doing his makeup as crowds cheered for him from outside the wooden door. Han hummed to himself as he heard the door creak open, glancing over and looking at you, covered in fake blood as you stood there.

“Looks like one hell of a performance.” Han grinned, placing his makeup brush down.