track team AU | love triangle | slice of life | slow burn | found family | comedy + longing + insane rizz
JL transferred to Korea's most elite sports university hoping for a fresh start. He didn't expect to be rooming beside the nation's top sprinte...
The sun had barely reached its peak, but the stadium was already electric. Banners waved in the stands, fans pressed along the railings, cameras up and recording. Everyone knew what Day Three meant.
It was time for the sprint events.
Han
He stood at the starting line with the same posture he always had -- steady, composed, like his bones had been built for this exact moment. Korea's golden boy. The one you never saw falter. The one you never saw break. Out of all nine from KNSU, he was the most focused. The most precise. The most ruthless with his discipline.
He had turned down sponsorships, confessions, fan offers that would make anyone else pause. There were rumors that he'd once rejected a drama lead role just because it interfered with training. Han didn't want distraction. He wanted gold.
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@haneulzfiles: it's honestly criminal how hot he looks mid-stride. the veins? the jawline? the dead-eye focus? i'm not ok
@koreasfinest: every person he rejects just falls harder. it's the precision. the ice. the fact that he only seems to care about one person on the team...
The gun went off.
Han moved like nothing else existed. His pacing was flawless. No wasted energy, no strain in his shoulders, just a clean rhythm that ate up distance. The runners beside him were fast, but they weren't Han. They didn't move like a done decision.
When he crossed the line, the time flashed: first place.
He didn't even look at it, or at the crowd. He just let out a breath through his nose and shook out his arms like he'd expected it all along.
@regionals25: Park Han of KNSU athletics just dusted 7 of the top runners in sokor with a new record!!! #regionals2025
@hanwatch: the way he didn't even celebrate... he's already thinking about JL isn't he
JL
JL's event came later. The short-distance sprint. Shorter. Sharper. Meaner.
He jogged up to the starting block with that loose, loping energy people always underestimated. A teammate slapped his back. He grinned. But his jaw was set differently today. Not playful. Not giddy. Just... determined. Frustrated. Like he wasn't here to win, he was here to escape.
