Running to You | Park Han + JL + Steven | Haneulz + Stejay AU

Epilogue: Bliss

Author's Note / Disclaimer:

Dear Reader,

You seriously didn't think I was going to end this Han and JL love story... without ever letting them have a proper steamy scene of domestic bliss, did you??

Why, reader, o ye of little faith.

Please do note that this chapter contains mature content. Do not proceed if you're uncomfortable with explicit scenes in any way.

As always, remember: these characters are in love. They live in this world, and this world alone -- and bear no resemblance to any real-life individuals.

Here you go -- a little reward for Team Hanjay/Haneulz. ;)

Enjoy,
Martiné

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It had been a full year since the accident.

JL was sprinting again -- not yet the national ace, but steadily climbing back through the ranks with every meet. He'd rejoined the team, stronger every month, and with every stride, he inched closer to where he belonged: right beside Park Han at the top.

Han, still the reigning ace of the Korean track team, was now experiencing an entirely new season of life -- one where he was no longer a caregiver, but a thoroughly spoiled man. JL cooked for him. Pampered him. Showered him with quiet acts of service and little domestic gestures that made Han fall even harder every single day. If there was ever penance for the pain Han had once carried, JL was paying it back tenfold -- and Han was very happy to let him.

At that very moment, the apartment was warm with the smell of toasted bread and garlic as JL moved around the kitchen, humming softly. He was barefoot in sweatpants and an old loose tee that barely hid the lithe, powerful body beneath -- lean legs, sharp abs, fluid strength. Sunlight streamed through the windows, catching in his dark hair.

Han was sprawled lazily on the couch, long legs spread, broad chest rising and falling as he watched him move. His intense gaze never wavered. JL's form -- strong, golden-skinned, those beautiful dark eyes framed by long lashes, the sharp elfin jaw, soft expressive mouth, and those runner's thighs flexing beneath the loose fabric -- all of it made Han's pulse thrum steadily hotter.

Honestly, Han was horny 24/7 these days. So was JL. The darkness was gone -- and now all that was left was light, and heat, and the fact that they could barely keep their hands off each other for longer than an hour.

JL caught him staring and gave him that infuriatingly sensual smirk -- the one he knew drove Han completely insane.

"You're staring again, Hani."

Han's voice dropped, low and unrepentant.
"Of course I am."

This time, Han rose from the couch and crossed the room in a few easy steps, sliding behind JL and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him back against his chest.

He pressed a slow kiss to JL's neck, murmuring against his skin.
"Can you blame me?"

JL shivered, breath hitching as Han's lips lazily trailed down his neck and shoulder.