Martin was the happiest man alive. A wife, two kids and a dog. Living in a pretty house. Everything was going perfectly fine until his eldest found something Martin tried to forget. 𝑀𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

Best ranking: 🥇= stalkers 🥈= marhoon And 67 for CORTIS Every late-night scroll through old fancams, every "accidental" lingering in the practice room hallway, every hidden playlist folder labeled with a single initial-J-he tells himself it's harmless. Just curiosity. Just admiration. Just the way his heart races when Kim Ju-hoon walks by without ever glancing his way... or so he thinks. Juhoon, meanwhile, has memorized the exact rhythm of Martin's footsteps echoing down the corridor. He knows which corner café Martin hits after long producing sessions, which oversized hoodie he throws on when he's doubting himself, which beats make him rap under his breath when he thinks no one's listening. The burner account he lurks from has a blank profile picture and zero posts-yet thousands of screenshots saved in a password-locked album on his phone. He tells himself he's just keeping an eye out. Observing. Protecting the leader. Nothing more. They orbit each other like twin black holes-silent, ravenous, unseen. Martin starts trailing Juhoon back to the dorm once a week, heart pounding under streetlights. Juhoon begins waiting in the shadowed corner of the parking garage just to catch Martin leaving the studio late. Neither knows the other is doing exactly the same thing. Until one rainy Seoul night the masks crack. A dropped phone clatters on wet pavement. A shared location ping neither should have access to. A whispered "I saw you" that sounds far too much like "I've always seen you." What starts as mutual obsession spirals into something darker, needier, dangerously intimate-late-night confrontations in empty practice rooms, possessive touches during late choreo runs, blurred lines between hunter and prey, love and madness. They're both stalkers. Both prey. And neither wants to stop. Because the most terrifying truth isn't that they're being watched... It's that they like it.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖." Martin Edwards Park, a young, famous idol worldwide. He has everything. Fans, fame, dream achievement. From the outside, he looks like a simple young man who is just enjoying his life as an idol. But who knew that behind the stage, the same idol was heavily obsessed with his own makeup artist.

Marhooniverse [Short Story] Martin ♥ Juhoon "Written In Burmese"

847 days of loving someone. Then he stopped.

Martin and Juhoon were born on opposite sides of a centuries old war. One is the future Alpha of the strongest werewolf pack, the other is the heir to the Vampire Council. Forced to work together after a series of mysterious attacks threaten the fragile peace between their species, they uncover secrets that could start another war. The last thing either of them expects is to begin questioning everything they were told to hate.

Kim Juhoon has three rules: ignore noise, never lose a fight, and don't fall in love. Martin Edwards breaks all of them.

Two boys met at summer camp-young, innocent, and on the verge of something more. They shared laughter, shy glances, and a small crush that never got a name. When camp ended, they parted without exchanging names. All Juhoon kept was a keychain Martin gave him, a silent promise of a moment they'd both remember. Years later, fate brings them together again, but everything has changed. Will they recognize each other through the mask of time and circumstance? Or will that forgotten keychain be the thread that unravels the past and reweaves their story? A tale of lost connection, second chances, and the tiny keepsakes that hold the power to change everything.

"You told me to confess my feelings to the girl I love. So I will. That's why I wrote you this letter, 𝙅𝙪𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣."

𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆||𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 The first time Seonghyeon felt it was during a fansign. A fan asked, "Who are you most comfortable with in the group?" Without hesitation, Seonghyeon answered, "Keonho." He turned to grin at him. Keonho smiled back. But it didn't reach his eyes. "And you?" the fan pressed. Keonho hesitated. Half a second. Too long. "All the members," he said carefully. It was harmless. Polite. Correct. But something inside Seonghyeon tightened. ༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄ "We should go," he said quietly. Martin nodded. But his hand brushed against Juhoon's as they moved toward the door. Brief. Intentional. Hidden. Juhoon didn't pull away. And just like that - they were back to normal. Leader and member. Best friends. Nothing more. Except- they both knew that wasn't true anymore. 𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐅 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 🥀 .. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐚