𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓈; 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢. -𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨

All the Songs Martin wrote were all about Juhoon but Juhoon didn't realised.

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 is a third-generation chaebol who, after falling in love at first sight with a boy at a tutoring school, became dangerously obsessed with him. He took a sabbatical year from his family's empire to dedicate every moment to Juhoon, stopping at nothing to get close to him. Discover an obsessive romance in Stan: The Stalker-Fan. "I'm your biggest fan, Juhoon. I've got your name tattooed on my soul. I decided you were mine even before you knew I existed, and now that I'm close enough to you, I'll never let you go."

It started as fanservice. A joke, a ship name, a few staged moments meant to make fans happy. But when the cameras turn off and the feelings stay, Martin and Juhoon realize the most dangerous part of pretending to be in love... is accidentally falling for real.

It all started when martin asked for a help. Written in English.

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

Martin is the quiet, creative type who usually keeps to himself at school, while Juhoon is the outgoing, popular athlete who seems to know everyone. When Juhoon unexpectedly starts spending time with Martin, the two form an unlikely friendship that slowly turns into something deeper. As they navigate school rumors, late-night adventures, and the confusing excitement of first love, their connection begins to feel bigger than either of them expected. The story captures the chaotic, playful feeling of teenage romance and the way falling for someone can make everything feel new, nostalgic, and a little like a scene from a movie.

Juhoon and Martin are so close that their friends can't help but ship them. Fed up with being forced to go on blind dates by his mom, Juhoon makes a bold move-one that shocks everyone, especially Martin. --- Or a fic where Juhoon convinces Martin to fake-date him, just so people would finally leave him alone.