Two college students keep running into each other in the same quiet corners of campus. What starts as small conversations and strange coincidences slowly turns into something harder to ignore. Some connections don't happen all at once-they build in the space between ordinary moments.

Everyone thinks their father will be the first man to love them. Juhoon believed that too. Until the day he confessed that he liked guys. He never imagined his father, Mr. Kim, was deeply homophobic. By the next morning, Juhoon had lost everything. No home. No family. Nowhere to go. He wandered the streets, not knowing how long he'd survive. Then he met him.

Juhoon has one goal: graduate with perfect grades and build a better life for himself and his mother. Quiet, reserved, and admired by everyone, he keeps his distance from love and the attention that follows him. Martin is the complete opposite-popular, loud, and always surrounded by friends. Everyone knows his name, but few know the person behind his smile. They have nothing in common. Or at least... that's what they think. Sometimes, the person you're meant to hate ends up changing your life the most

In the high-stakes world of K-pop, where spotlights never dim and scandals can shatter careers, 18-year-old Martin and Juhoon navigate their hidden romance as members of the rising boy group CORTIS. Martin, the group's energetic powerhouse and workaholic leader, is a bundle of relentless drive-always pushing through grueling rehearsals, late-night songwriting sessions, and fan events with a smile that hides his deeper yearning. Clingy by nature, he craves the quiet intimacy of Juhoon's presence, addicted to the subtle scent of his skin after a long day, a mix of fresh soap and faint cologne that grounds him like nothing else. As the "top" in their dynamic, Martin protects and pursues, his broad, warm frame a constant source of comfort for his lover. Juhoon, equally 18 and the undisputed "princess" of CORTIS with his soft features, graceful stage presence, and effortless charm, finds solace in all things warm-steaming bowls of ramen after practice, cozy blankets on off-days, and especially Martin's huggable build. He adores how Martin's strong arms envelop him, making the chaos of idol life feel safe and small. Their love is fierce and unspoken to the world; Juhoon cherishes every stolen glance and whispered "I love you" in dimly lit practice rooms, but the secrecy weighs heavy-he's the bottom in their passionate encounters, yielding to Martin's tenderness while bottling up his devotion to avoid fueling rumors. Dubbed "Marhoon" by obsessive fans and even their bandmates-who playfully ship the duo without knowing the truth-the pair's bond simmers beneath the surface of group promotions and chart-climbing hits. In fleeting private moments, like late-night escapes to a hidden rooftop or a rented studio after hours, they collide with urgent affection: Martin's hands roaming possessively, Juhoon's sighs melting into quiet pleas, their bodies a temporary refuge from the spotlight.

Juhoon has always lived in the shadow of privilege. Born into a wealthy, high-powered family, the 18-year-old is tormented by brutal migraines and haunting visions that feel far too real: a young prince with his exact silhouette, locked in a forbidden, desperate love with his personal knight. Their stolen kisses in hidden corridors, whispered promises under moonlight, and frantic nights spent concealing their passion from court and king were the only things keeping them alive-until the prince's wicked, two-faced sister discovered them. One betrayed kiss was all it took. Reported to the king (her father and the prince's), the knight was sentenced to death. The prince watched the execution with his heart ripped open, and in the depths of unbearable grief, chose to follow his lover into eternity. Centuries later, Martin-the solitary heir to one of the nation's wealthiest dynasties-begins suffering the same inexplicable migraines and the same vivid visions. When their paths collide, the echoes of that tragic past ignite once more. Drawn together by memories neither fully understands, Juhoon and Martin find themselves reliving a love that once defied crowns, law, and fate itself. In this life, the rules may be different... but the hunger, the secrecy, and the overwhelming pull remain. As their souls remember what their minds cannot, they must decide whether to let history repeat its heartbreak-or rewrite the ending in each other's arms. A story of reincarnation, forbidden desire, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to bridge lifetimes.

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 had always hated Juhoon. It was clear for everybody. Like black on white. Or maybe Martin didn't hate Juhoon, more like what he felt for him. When they were in their last year of elementary school, they completely stopped their friendship. Years later, when Martin's nineteen birthday arrived, he wanted a smal party until Juhoon arrived at his apartment. Thus night turned into horror than feeling. A 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷 fanfiction.

Martin and Juhoon have been together since they were eight years old. At seventeen, Juhoon ends their relationship, claiming his feelings have changed. Heartbroken but determined to move on, Martin discovers Juhoon is now dating another guy. Someone Martin knows really well.. As Juhoon gives this guy everything Martin once dreamed of, Martin is left wondering if nine years of love ever meant anything at all.

After their breakup, Juhoon pretended Martin was nothing. A stranger. A mistake. But on his birthday, a shocking secret about Martin forced him to see him in a way he never expected.

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