#kaisoo blogs

[reddoll123]

Random but sometimes I don't feel like posting any Kaisoo art on here cuz it just gets likes and no traction. Like, I always look forward to getting likes but reblogs (especially with comments) is what truly makes my day, y'know?

[nyasialiveshere]

shipping commentary

Man I feel bad for people once they are out of the company and don't have to pretend to be close anymore. It's gonna be a sad sad day in delusional hell.

Idols outside of kpop filming time being asked about their ship :

I love healthy male bonding it's great, but people take it way too far. Even if they aren't straight, they could easily still be in a relationship with another person, what is the obsession that people in kpop only date their coworkers? Is s.m a plantation? Can they not drive? Catch a flight? Facetime? This is exactly how some shippers missed harry had been dating loads of people while millions were convinced he was dating his band member. It's not high school, they don't live in a dorm, they aren't middle schoolers. They have lives outside of kpop. They know other people. Everyone only clings onto the ships s.m shoves in their face is because it gives them peace. It's a huge world, half of them aren't introverts, they aren't shy, they live full lives that you and nobody else is privy to. Ships are just a comfort so fans think they know who they are with and what they are doing. But I promise you do not. And I don't even hate friendshipping it's fine, enjoy fandom stuff. I really don't mind it, the content isn't innately evil, but it's the mindset it creates, especially when you bring babyfied thinking into serious conversations. Discussing somebody's racist colorist ass comments aren't coming for a ship, and using a ship to shield someone from criticism is disgusting, that's the real truth everybody conveinently leaves out. And if the response is oh well they said this or did that, another time, it's like the point is completely missed. It's not about hiding nobody else's shit it's about acknowledging all of it and not pretending none of it matters.They use the ships to hide shady stuff that was said and done and it's sick.

People think everybody is dumb and just know the basic stuff. Some people know alot. I don't care, but pretending that a lot of stuff never happened, and then continuing to bully the person who was picked on cause now everyone is just shipping and its all fluffy and cute..it gets on my nerves. And I do not like the idea of newbies who know nothing just accepting this cuteness while the dinosaurs are steady burying everything they can. Especially the ones who make videos and find clips to craft a better narrative. Really gross. Everyone can do much better. We don't have to live in the past, but we don't have to lie about it either.

[aphrodite1288]

I think why some anons dont understand about kaisoo nature is because they dont know what kaisoo is in entertainment industry. I heard almost everyone knows about them but like they just heard of kaisoo from gossiping. But jenkai made them think like "ouh kaisoo wasnt real" but of course some of them wont believe that cheap media play that stands shorter than a month lol. And the fans i heard most exo kfans (exo sasaengs which mean even other members sasaengs) know about kaisoo but they stay quiet because they care about exo status. I also heard all vids of them kissing are being bought by kaisoo sasaengs so that it wont spread around. But tbh i feel glad they did this. I just hope kaisoo can date freely without people messing with them again.

Exactly!

That's what this blog admins had been saying for 5 years now since 2019.

Also DM me for some Gossip 😉 we got some news.

[kaisooficpodcast]

kaisoo fic podcast

Please note that I have no affiliation to the idols KAI and D.O. of EXO. When I refer to Jongin and Kyungsoo here, it is them as characters in the respective fics of the episode. This podcast is in no way trying to defame them, but rather appreciating literature. 

We start by laying down the general idea for this show:

Appreciating the worlds kaisoo fic writers have created for us. I am a very expressive and extroverted person, so to appreciate my love for the fics, I revel in this whole experience of reading fics on AO3, writing on my tumblr blog about it and talking about it here.

At the top of my head, authors like at1stsoo, jongnugget, jjokkomi, rainepaige08, adtoyks, haqiyin, maokun and melings and so many more i could go on and i wish i could list them all, but for the sake time i won't, but we’ll get there hopefully. 

2. I never knew how to express all these pent up emotions I had while reading fics until I had a community to talk to about kaisoo fics with on the bird app. Then I tend to spiral it into my social life, talking about it to my own friends who are also into the kpop community. So with that disruption of me always talking about it to my friends, I am opening up this podcast. Mainly for myself, to release all these pent up emotions and sentiments of kaisoo fanfiction, and treat it like a cathartic experience. 

I need to express my emotions because I have so much respect for fanfic writers. When writing, you put yourself out vulnerably. Fic writers write for free, have active social and work lives on the daily, yet as an outlet, take their irreplaceable time to write for us. As compared to authors who have books with publishers, fics writers do not have the luxury of promoting their work. What I mean by promotion is by having book launches and seeing their works in bookstores. Instead, fanfic promotion has fic writers relying on word of mouth in the twitter world, the masterlists by kaisooficrec and the search bar on ao3. 

Appreciating authors in this manner is the very least I can do, hence the creation of this space. 

What you can expect from my series:

I will share my thoughts whenever I feel deeply moved by particular scenes in the narrative. This space is for me to appreciate the details and connect the dots together. These authors are so passionate in their craft, so generous with their time and share so much of the same love. 

There will be spoilers, but hopefully not too much, so listeners can either treat these upcoming episodes like a post reading listen or as a taster to reading the fic. And additionally, like my tumblr blog, I would also add excerpts from the fic. 

Do not expect fantasy and sci-fi aus, because i dont read them, hence i dont qualify to call myself a fanfic connoisseur, but I am definitely a kaisoo fic appreciator.

With that said, please note I am not a critic, and I do not intend to rate fics. I believe that the fics that we read in different moments of our lives is a very personal experience. We have some connection to it. Even if it's a slow burn 80k word fic or a pwp oneshot, doesn't matter, because for those moments, they were our companions. 

Likewise, the fics I go through in this series are personal to me. Anywhere anytime anything happens, and it reminds me of a fic… I will find myself daydreaming with a stupid smile on my face… which unfortunately catches the attention of some muggles and hence adding to the many reasons why I have this podcast. All these pent up energy, loving a fic, being obsessed with fics, i need to let it out cathartically.

So that’s just me, as a reader being obsessed. If i am obsessed, i wonder how writers feel. Carrying their characters with them, seeing the plot unfold in their minds, and beautifully articulating it into text.

Listeners of this kaisoo fic podcast, will be able to have a snippet of how an author feels. The last section of an episode, i ask our lovely authors some questions prior to the session. Questions of the fic, based on the fic and just slight personal questions on their journey as a writer. 

So do give lots of love to our writers, drop kudos in the fics you read. And that about sums it all up for this primer episode.

[exoscreamsoda]

soo asks variety master kai for tips 

(why did they sit away from each other if theyre just going to scream across the table 💀)

[minniedeer]

Kaisoo | EXO Arcade 2 Episode 3

[inarichi]

what are your favorite kaisoo blogs

Alright Bambzz! Delivering to you some of my favorite kaisoo blogs in no particular order. ^^

(Please note, some of these blog owners are also fanfic authors who write kaisoo! So please check out their stories and leave them lots of love!)

@kaisoo-catalog @kaisooficrec @life-n0t-knife @lookatnini88 @kissforkai 

@kyungsootrash120 @alphaksoo @dyodorant @sooing @loyalkaisoo

@at1stsoo @t-okiio @ilovepinkandkadi @kyungception @jonginssoo

@allthekaisoo @livinka-n-diland @maximumloves @kisookai @mym8812

@kaifordays @kaidoscopes @chocoberry-dream @plottwistisreal @hebira

@dika-dika @ninis-chicken-soo @deathbykaisoo @jiashineees @yeqon

@ilikechimchimnuggets @kaidonutsuniverse @tipahnoona  @dreamykaisoo @kadilemma

@beom-sil and @bhav-kaisoo-shipper (who I can’t tag for some reason, but wanted to include!) 

Okay there you have it! I may have missed a few. But mostly, these are some pretty nice kaisoo blogs. Check them out ^^ Thanks for asking. Whew!

[askexolutions]

happy valentine’s day

[onlykadi]

Kaisoo 🌸

 cr: cygniz

[fykadi]

140717 Incheon Airport, departing for Taipei

Credit: doogo blog

[poutylipssss]

Ji is gonna marry that boy.

K-pop Prediction blog.😇

[aphrodite1288]

Hi can I ask something? Um, I think I've read an article that sa that Kai and Do have private date and like to go to japan because their privacy is very high. But why doesn't Kai seem to really understand Japan when they often travel to Japan? Do they rarely travel abroad now? I'll include the link I asked for, but not in English. Oh, and looks like yesterday in Japan they were also able to provide fancam videos which I thought was not very private there anymore?

Kaisoo go a lot to Japan indeed.

And I've mentioned this a lot in this blog since 2019. That there were rumors they have a house there and we shared it here.

And you should know that Kaisoo aren't a secret couple anymore. Most Japanese and Korean fans know about them. And somehow they don't care anymore sharing anything about them because they never did way before when Exo were still as relevant as these new rookies now, because they cared about the band's reputation and never wanted to expose them and no one has any intention to do so even the haters and sasaengs. Because that comes with heavy consequences and penalties from the Law and SM entertainment and Kaisoo themselves ofc they're gonna sue them and no one wants to lose money being sued by two famous Kpop idols and their huge company and the Kpop industry lawyers.

Secondly, Kaisoo go a lot to country side where mostly Old people live, so that they won't be followed around.

About the language, why bother learning a language when your partner masters it and saves you from the headache of ordering food in Japanese and Booking rooms in hotels in Japanese, and asking tour guides in Japanese and reading instructions in Skiing sites in Japanese etc...

Kindly share the article with me in ask box or dms.

Have a wonderful day

[lofiyeol]

PAPERCUTS - CHAPTER 2

summary: After the sudden deaths of two of their friends, Chanyeol and Baekhyun try to piece together what happened and end up uncovering a tangled love story.

rating: R

genre: angst!!! a lot of it!!!

pairing: kyungsoo/jongin

length: chaptered

warning: suicide mentions throughout

READ ON AFF

He has dreams, extraordinarily vivid and yet bizarrely indescribable, containing the familiar soft visage of Kyungsoo and the jagged, squiggly one of Jongin, the unknown. Flitting in and out of sleep, each time he opens his eyes to the waking world he’s greeted with a different scene—Baekhyun alone, staring out the window, sitting cross legged on the floor, Minseok and Baekhyun talking in hushed tones over the coffee table, and then Jongdae on the phone, leaning against the wall, his usually happy face drawn into uncharacteristic grim lines. When he finally sits up, night has already fallen and he and Baekhyun are alone again. The television dances with bright colors, and Baekhyun’s attention is grasped by the videogame on the screen, sitting completely still other than his thumbs pressing combinations into the controller. Chanyeol watches him play for a little while as his consciousness slowly returns.

An evening breeze floats in through the cracked window, cutting icy cold across Chanyeol’s cheeks. The moon is especially bright tonight, the light of its pale face hitting the side of Baekhyun’s crouched form and casting a strange malformed shadow on the carpet. It triggers an image from Chanyeol’s dream: Jongin, dancing, face obscured, in some bizarre landscape of desert and tundra mixed together. As his feet swept through sand and snow, they had drawn a picture—a malformed figure, a hunched and fanged monster with clawed hands.

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says, voice barely a whisper from the day of disuse. Baekhyun immediately turns around, forgetting the game. “You’re awake.”

            “Is there… food?”

            “Yeah.” Baekhyun stands. “My mom made some for you before she went to bed for if you woke up in the middle of the night. I’ll get it.” He disappears from view for a few moments before returning with a tray of kimbap, which he places in Chanyeol’s blanketed lap.

            “Thank you.”

            Baekhyun sits down next to Chanyeol as he eats. They both watch the little character bouncing on the game’s home screen.

            “Minseok and Jongdae came by. They got told the same as us. Jongdae went to Jongin’s house since he lives nearby but it was all taped off and nobody would let him inside. He ran into Jongin’s landlord who said Jongin lived there by himself, no mom or dad or siblings with him. Kyungsoo’s parents are going to have the funeral for him soon, but I don’t know what’s going to happen with Jongin. Jongdae seemed to think he had no family at all.”

            The 8-bit theme song repeats and repeats in the background as Chanyeol chews slowly through his food. “Do you know… why?”

            “No. Nobody does, except cops. Right now, at least.” Baekhyun steals a roll of kimbap off Chanyeol’s plate. “Jongdae told me both bodies were at Jongin’s but that’s all the information he got.”

            The tremble in Baekhyun’s lower lip is just barely noticeable, but his emotions are betrayed by his breaking voice. “I-I didn’t even really know they were friends.”

            This is the part that hurts Chanyeol the most, that will keep him up every night for the next few months: just how much he didn’t know.

                       Baekhyun eventually crashes in the early hours of the morning, falling asleep face down in the couch, wrinkled school uniform bunching at his knees. Chanyeol stays awake until the morning rolls in. The sky is as pleasant as the day before, swollen white clouds grazing past the bright sun. Not a spot of darkness to be seen. Chanyeol moves a cushion so that it blocks the light from Baekhyun’s sleeping eyes before he leaves.

            The cold wind whips his body he walks out of Baekhyun’s apartment complex, and he pulls his scarf tighter around his neck. Suffocating himself, comforting himself—Chanyeol can’t be bothered to tell the difference. Today’s issue of the Seoul Herald is splayed open on the cobblestones of the driveway, pages fluttering in a desperate plea for attention. Chanyeol thinks the newspaper looks like a body, the white of bone and black of death open in a terrible perverted blossom. But everything is starting to look like bodies to him now, the flowers and ivy and cracked walls and trash bags lining the streets. He snatches the newspaper into his shaking hands as he begins to make his way to the bus stop.

            SUCIDES IN SEODAEMUN-GU

            He expected something, but the title displayed on the paper’s front page still makes him wince and his heart fall into his stomach. The outside of what he assumes is Jongin’s house is printed in vivid color, a small, unassuming apartment decked in caution tape like some twisted art installation.

            The bus is full of morning commuters but Chanyeol squeezes in, folding into a corner and hiding himself behind the newspaper. Beneath his thick coat his insides feel like they’re wrapped up in some pressurized knot, only getting tighter and tighter as his eyes drink in the words.

            Two bodies of teenaged boys were located yesterday in a Seodaemun-Gu apartment, dead of apparent suicide. Though motivations are still unknown, the fact remains that these are two additions to the record-breaking number of teen suicides this year. Teen suicide is becoming an undeniable epidemic in South Korea, one we as a society cannot ignore any longer.

            Chanyeol flips angrily through the statistics and hotline numbers, looking desperately for more images, more details, names and times and reasons, but comes up empty handed. Gritting his teeth, he crunches the newspaper into a ball.

            He feels wrong. Every limb in his body doesn’t work the way it should, his brain keeps misplacing thoughts and his tongue flops useless in his mouth. Chanyeol couldn’t care less about most things; he had never had a serious outlook on life and did fine for himself, armed with a flirtatious tongue and boyish good looks. With Baekhyun by his side, he was one half of an unstoppable dynamic duo, the both of them likeable for their own good. Now, Chanyeol can’t even remember what it felt like to smile, or to function properly at all. He stares at the blank ceiling trying to understand how it’s only been a day since he got the news—how will he last?

            He manages to find his apartment through the thick fog filling his brain and buzzes himself in, slogging up a flight of stairs to his front door. His mother’s hair smells like flower perfume as she embraces him wordlessly into a hug.

            “Did you eat? I made toast. Baekhyun’s mother called and told me you spent the day at their house. She said you looked really ill. Are you okay? Do you have a fever?”

            “M’fine,” Chanyeol mutters as he pulls out of her embrace. “Really.”

            “Well, if you need anything…” Chanyeol’s mother falters.

            “I’m fine.” Chanyeol touches her shoulder as he walks to his room.

            He has the wherewithal to pretend in front of his mother. But when he shuts the door behind him, he sinks to the ground, brow broken out in sweat. It’s hurting him more than he would have expected.

            Not like Chanyeol had ever thought of a situation even remotely close to this one before—Kyungsoo was healthy, ostensibly happy, and had been a part of Chanyeol’s life since elementary school. They laughed and played almost every day; even when Baekhyun entered the picture at the beginning of middle school Kyungsoo didn’t take a backseat. They lived close to each other after all, and Chanyeol went to his house every week to do homework and watch television and drink when Kyungsoo’s mother was out. It was a normal life Kyungsoo had, and Chanyeol thought he knew a lot about it. His mind reels, attempting to reckon once more with the present situation. Again, he hits a wall. It’s too preposterous to comprehend.

            Furiously he rummages through his backpack and fishes out his cellphone, which thankfully has ten percent of battery left, and scrolls quickly through his contacts. He has to hear it from the person who knows the most. Right now, that appears to be Jongdae.

            His classmate picks up on the first ring. “Chanyeol?”

            “Hey,” Chanyeol starts lamely. Jongdae cuts to the chase.

            “I was at Baekhyun’s earlier, but you were asleep. I assume he told you some details.”

            “Yeah, but I want to talk to you.” Chanyeol pulls off his jacket, tossing it onto his bed. The door is cool as he leans his back against it. “You know… something, right? More than anyone else?”

            “I just live close to Jongin, that’s all. I went to his house and saw the outside of it. They wouldn’t let me in, obviously, but they told me to give them my name and they might be in contact if they needed anything.”

            “Like what?”

            “Actually…” Jongdae falters, and then clears his throat. “The police need a… second ID. On the bodies. Specifically Jongin’s. They want to be sure.”

            It’s surreal. It’s so surreal that Chanyeol’s tongue is tied and his legs are locking and his arm is hanging limply by his side. Jongdae’s sigh crackles through the speaker. “I can’t believe this is fucking happening.”

            “I can’t either,” Chanyeol manages through his lips that suddenly feel too thick.

            They sit in each other’s silence for a moment. Chanyeol’s mind can’t create anything but the image of Kyungsoo’s eyes, forced perpetually open with death.

            “You should come. I told Baekhyun and Minseok as well. You should come with me to the police station later today. We were Jongin’s closest friends. Kyungsoo’s mother is going to be there too and I think she’d like to see you.”

            “Yeah, yeah,” Chanyeol says faintly. “Yeah, I’ll… I want to see her… and Kyungsoo too. It’s just all happening so fast.”

            “Take it easy. Just stay at home. Try to think about something else.” Jongdae’s sentence trails off, as if he knows his own advice is as good as impossible. “I’ll text you the time, okay? See you soon.”

            “Okay,” Chanyeol says, and Jongdae hangs up. The sudden absence of his friend’s voice makes Chanyeol shiver.

                       His mother makes him hot cocoa, Chanyeol’s favorite childhood drink. He sits in his room, watching the sun move through the slats in his window shades, forgetting to blink for so long that it looks like a punctured orange egg yolk leaking out into the sky.

            Chanyeol already knows he’s going to have to get used to waiting. For answers, for results, for reports, for closure. It feels like he’s just started a new life where suddenly nothing is about him anymore. The stupid petty problems he had when things were normal feel like hazy dots in his distant memory. Just things he wasted time focusing on while Kyungsoo was dying every day, right before his eyes. So fucking selfish…

            Dying. The word rolls around in his brain, still so foreign. As much as he puts the name Kyungsoo and the word dead together, it doesn’t make any sense.

                Him and Baekhyun and Jongdae and Minseok… all of them left behind in some split-off parallel universe that wasn’t supposed to exist. Chanyeol feels his lids begin to grow heavy with the haze of confusion and hurt and he crumples into sleep, slumping against the door.

[kimchikai-sooshi]

Ksoo: Jonginnie really won't eat?

Ji:

Ksoo: No dumplings for you since you lost the game

Ji:

🐻⌚🐧

[exoscreamsoda]

:)

the only reason i havent made 30 posts about the kaisoo snippet in the exo movie teaser is because my blog needs to look normal before 100 clips, photos, and translations come out :)))

[mo3pii]

Like or reblog this if you ship kaisoo because I need to follow more kaisoo blogs 💕💕💕