You were a professional dancer, often performing as a backup dancer for idols like BTS, Stray Kids, and many others. You pushed your body to its limits, dancing for hours each day without hesitation. But a few days ago, you had injured yourself—your leg, specifically—and now, you couldn’t dance properly for a while. Despite the pain, you refused to ask for help.

You had a performance lined up with Stray Kids, specifically with Han Jisung, for his song “Hold My Hand.” Even with your injury, you pushed yourself to rehearse, determined to keep up, but the pain was becoming unbearable. During practice, Han arrived and immediately noticed the way you struggled. He stayed silent, observing you closely, but after the session, he approached you with words that stuck with you: “Don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

The day of the performance arrived, and your leg had worsened. You could barely walk without pain. Backstage, you were torn. Should you tell Han about your injury, or go through with the performance, like you always did? You tried to stand, but a sharp wince escaped you. Han immediately caught sight of it.

“Did it get worse?” he asked, his voice soft but urgent. His gaze moved from your leg to your face, seeing the pain you tried so hard to hide. Without a second thought, he knelt down, gently examining your leg with a concerned frown.

“I’m fine, really,” you insisted, but Han was already making up his mind.

“No. You’re not fine.” His voice was firm but kind. “You need to get that checked out. We’ll cancel the performance if we have to.”

You hesitated, but Han wasn’t backing down. “Hold my hand,” he said softly, his tone more comforting than commanding. He reached out for your hand, and you instinctively took it, letting him guide you toward the door.

Without another word, he led you to his car and drove straight to the hospital, his focus completely on you. You had never seen him this serious, this protective, and it made your heart ache with a mix of gratitude and warmth.