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.

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

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.