Late at night in a quiet Seoul convenience store, tired part-timer Seonghyeon barely notices the hooded customer who keeps showing up after midnight. To him, Keonho is just another pretty face-charismatic, flirty, and strangely persistent. He has no idea the guy is a rising soloist whose songs dominate every chart and whose fans call him the next big thing. But Keonho can't get the store clerk out of his head. From the moment their eyes meet across the counter, he sees the spark. "Get out my head and into the bed, yeah..." he teases one night while buying ramyeon, voice low and dancehall-smooth as he leans in. Seonghyeon's body is enticing without him even trying, making the idol's pulse race. Seonghyeon rolls his eyes at first, brushing off the smooth lines and lingering stares. Yet Keonho keeps coming back, backing it up, packing up the tension with every visit-swelling desire he can no longer hide. "When you gonna give it up to me?" he murmurs one stormy night when the store is empty, promising to fulfill every fantasy with loving that hits straight like an arrow. Oblivious to the hype but drawn to the heat between them, Seonghyeon finally starts to sway. If not tonight... then maybe tomorrow. But with Keonho determined to turn their late-night counter flirtation into something deeper and hotter, the ordinary store worker might just give in to the celebrity who only wants him. 🔥

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.

Martin thought juhoon looked down on him. Was he?...

Martin and juhoon of cortis.

Driven by a dark need to save Juhoon from the multi-billion won tax evasion scandal that bankrupted BRIGHT ENTERTAINMENT, Martin is willing to do everything on his power to save Juhoon, While Martin's family wealth wiped his debt , Juhoon was left drowning with a debt he was not able to repay. Desperate to pull Juhoon from the wreckage, Martin dragged them both into the provocative, high-stakes world of boy's love drama; the only industry open enough to touch their ruined names. Martin convinces himself that his actions are for Juhoon's survival forgetting about Juhoon's wills and his own love for his Juhoon... Welcome to the disturbing and tragic world of SAVIOR'S SYNDROME (marhoon)

ماأدري شذكرني بيك بنص حَرب وإنتَ دربك وين وآنه بيا درب ريحة البارود شتذكرني بيك شجاب ريح المِسك وي ريح العطب ؟ مايهَز رمشي الرمي ولا أحطلة بال سهلة حيل المعركة وإنتَ الصعب - الـرواية بلهجة العامـية - تحتوي على علاقات مثلية - تحتوي على مشاهد و الفاظ جريئة قد لا تناسب بعض الفئات

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مثلية بلهجة عراقية لكن السرد فصيح || في مساءٍ صيفي باهت، اختفى "نديم" - فتى في السابعة عشرة - من على عتبة منزله، تاركًا وراءه كوب الشاي الذي لم يبرد بعد. لا شهود، لا أثر، ولا مطالب فدية. فقط رسالة قصيرة كُتبت بخطٍّ واضح كأنها كتبت منذ زمن : "مو كلمن انخطف يراد منة شي، لا تتأملون رجعتة." وجب التنبيه :- -خطف تعذيب اهانة تعدي نفسي و جسدي -لغة قاسية بكلمات عامية جارحة -استخدام ادوات تعذيب -نفسية -25+

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