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Obsession | marhoon(super 18+)
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.Complete
Fight For My Princess| Marhoon | Maju | Martin x Juhoon
Martin fight everyone so that Juhoon will choose him. Martin tried everything to catch Juhoon's attention. But Juhoon already, secretly had his eye on him.Complete
Pumps of Peach | Marhoon | Martin x Juhoon
Juhoon is giving out winks and Martin wants it for himself.Complete
You Are In Love • Marhoon
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.Complete![𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 || high school crush. [ENG]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/409448655-256-k560250.jpg)
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 || high school crush. [ENG]
Juhoon, an introverted student, transfers to a new school in Canada. He enrolls at Saint Andrew's Boarding School with the goal of earning a scholarship-until he meets Martin, the school's one and only tyrant. There will be 18+ content; please consider carefully before reading. Remember, everything is fictional and created from imagination, with no intention of violating any idol's privacy !!!Complete
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬 ☀︎︎ ᵏᵉᵒⁿʰʸᵉᵒⁿ/ᵐᵃʳʰᵒᵒⁿ
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
The boy who wasn't me ~ Marhoon.
marhoon || The Last Piece
Martin hates Juhoon. But hate turns into watching. Watching turns into wanting. And wanting turns into something Martin can't control. Now debut is two months away, and Martin has to choose: the dream he's chased for seven years, or the boy he was never supposed to love. Or maybe- just maybe- he can have both.
Between You and Me: A Keonhoon Tale
Keonho never meant to fall in love with Juhoon. It just happened-slowly, quietly, in the spaces between shared moments and unsaid words. Juhoon smiles like nothing hurts him. He cares, but never enough. And Keonho learns what it's like to love someone who feels close, yet always just out of reach.Complete
messy | marhoon
✎ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Inspired by the song Messy (Fifth Harmony); 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: #1 in Marhoon #1 in JamesComplete
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.
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