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[KAII] soft-hearted, she / her

Hey guys, I’ve been wanting to talk about something that has genuinely been bothering me lately, and as a Carat I feel obligated to speak on it.

There’s been a video going around of Minghao/The8 remixing a hymn praising the Prophet Muhammad, and to say I was disappointed would honestly be an understatement. As a Muslim myself, seeing something religious and deeply respected to us used in that kind of context made me really sad and uncomfortable.

And I also feel like if you aren’t Muslim, it’s not really your place to decide whether it’s offensive or not for us, or tell Muslims how we should feel about it. You can acknowledge it may have been a mistake or unintentional, but that still doesn’t erase why so many Muslims are upset about it.

And before anyone says “it wasn’t his remix originally,” that honestly doesn’t make the original artist or him any better either. Using a religious hymn like that in the first place was already disrespectful.

Limitless | DK

Lee Seokmin x f!reader content: fluff, est.rel, domestic moments Synopsis: Keeping up with Seokmins endless energy is basically impossible but you still try anyways A/N: i’m sorry this took me SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long to finish 😭 but it’s finally here!! and i’m SO BACK guys… i’ll try not to disappear again like that… thank you for waiting and for the request hope you enjoy reading it🤍

When you first started dating Seokmin, it didn’t take you long to understand exactly what kind of person he was. It wasn’t subtle, and it definitely wasn’t something you had to figure out slowly over time. Seokmin was loud, expressive, full of energy in a way that somehow filled every space he stepped into, and he carried that same energy into everything he did. You, on the other hand, weren’t exactly the opposite but you weren’t the same either. You weren’t fully introverted, not really extroverted either. You existed somewhere in between, in that space where you could be loud and playful one moment, then quiet and observant the next. And more often than not, that “in between” version of you showed up whenever you tried to match him.

It showed up in the smallest moments. Like when you were trying to make breakfast and he was already in the kitchen before you, music playing from his phone while he sang along at full volume like he was performing on stage instead of flipping pancakes. You stood there for a second, watching him move around with way too much energy for that early in the morning, your coffee still untouched in your hand. “hold up,” you said slowly, squinting at him, “dude, why do you have this much energy at 9am?” He stopped mid-movement and turned to you immediately, offended in the most unserious way possible. “My name is baby, not dude. Try again.” You blinked at him, then nodded once like you were genuinely considering it. “hold up, baby,” you corrected, and he grinned instantly, completely satisfied like he had just won something.

It never really stayed calm for long, though. One minute you were just standing there watching him, the next he was pulling you into whatever he was doing, handing you a spatula like you were suddenly part of the performance. You tried to keep up, matching his tone, exaggerating your reactions the way he did, playing along just enough to keep him entertained. And it worked for a while. He noticed immediately, of course. He always noticed. “Oh, you’re matching my energy today?” he said at some point, eyes lighting up in that way that meant things were about to escalate. You shrugged, trying to look confident even though you already felt it catching up to you. “I can keep up,” you said. He laughed like he didn’t believe you at all. “We’ll see.”

And somehow that turned into a whole thing. What was supposed to be a normal morning turned into the two of you talking over each other, laughing too loud, turning the smallest things into something dramatic just because you could. You found yourself leaning into it more than usual, feeding into his energy instead of letting him carry it alone. It was chaotic, a little overwhelming, but also fun. The kind of fun that only really made sense when it was the two of you.

But Seokmin wasn’t oblivious. He never was. Even in the middle of all that energy, he noticed the little shifts the way your voice dropped slightly, the way your movements slowed just a bit, the way your reactions weren’t coming as quickly as before. He didn’t call it out right away. Instead, he gradually softened, his voice losing just a bit of its volume, his pace slowing down until it matched yours without making it obvious.

Eventually you ended up on the couch, your head falling back against the cushions while you tried to catch your breath. He sat beside you, still smiling, still glowing with that same warmth, but quieter now. You turned your head to look at him, studying him for a second before letting out a small laugh.

“how do you not get tired?” you asked “Like actually.”

He thought about it for a second, then shrugged, completely casual. “I don’t know. I just like being with you.”

You stared at him for a moment, because of course that was his answer.

He nudged your shoulder lightly. “And you did good, by the way.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I did good?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding like he was serious. “You almost kept up.”

“Almost?”

He laughed, leaning his head back against the couch. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling anyway.

A second later, his head tilted slightly until it rested against yours, his energy finally settling into something softer, something easier to sit in.

Protecting you. | S.coupe

Choi seungcheol x f!reader Content: fluff, established relationship, protective cheol, domestic moments, soft cheol - synopsis: Dating seungcheol means having a bodyguard 24/7. A/N: sorry it took me so long to finally write, i’ve been so busy lately 💔 but i think i’m sooo back (at least for this week). So if you have any requests, hmu!!

When you first started dating Seungcheol, you knew being protective came naturally to him. It wasn’t something dramatic or overbearing, and it definitely wasn’t something he tried to control. It was simply the way he loved. The same way he checked that everyone got home safely after practice, or how he made sure the members had eaten before worrying about himself. It was quiet, instinctive, and woven into everything he did. And when it came to you, that instinct somehow became even stronger.

Most of the time it showed up in small ways. His hand resting at the small of your back when you walked through crowded places, his arm automatically pulling you closer when you stood next to him in public, or the way he always noticed when you were uncomfortable before you even said anything. You used to tease him about it, calling him overly attentive, but he would just shrug and smile like it was so obvious. To him, loving you meant paying attention.

Like the time you were walking together late in the evening after dinner, the streets still busy with people passing by in both directions. You had been talking about something completely random, gesturing with your hands while you walked a step ahead of him without even noticing the crowd thickening around you. At some point his hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you gently to the side of the sidewalk where it was easier to walk. He didn’t interrupt your story, didn’t point it out either. He just kept you tucked closer to him while the two of you continued talking like nothing had happened, his hand staying there automatically like it had always belonged there.

Another time you were standing in your kitchen trying to reach something on the highest shelf, stubbornly stretching onto your toes because you refused to grab a chair just for that. You were already halfway through your dramatic complaints about how shelves were clearly designed for tall people when Seungcheol walked in behind you. He watched you struggle for a few seconds without saying anything, clearly amused, before stepping closer and reaching up to grab the exact thing you had been trying to get. When you turned around to thank him he simply placed it in your hands and leaned casually against the counter.

Sometimes you would be sitting together on the couch while you talked about your day, completely focused on whatever story you were telling, only to realize halfway through that he had been adjusting the blanket around your legs the entire time. Other times you would be walking somewhere together and he would slow down slightly without mentioning it, matching your pace when he noticed you were getting tired. None of it ever felt deliberate. It was simply the way he existed around you.

One night you asked him about it without thinking too much about your words. You had been lying beside him after a long day, the room quiet except for the faint noise of the city outside your window. You mentioned that he was always doing things like that. small things you didn’t even ask for, and you wondered out loud if he realized it. Seungcheol looked at you for a moment like he genuinely didn’t understand what you meant, his brows pulling together slightly as he thought about it. Then he just shrugged, pulling you a little closer against him before settling back into the pillows like the conversation didn’t require further explanation.

And maybe that was the answer.

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i need to bestie him up right flipping now 💔 💔 💔

UGHHH realizing i could never be friends with seungkwan actually ruins my day 🙁🙁🙁

Boo Seungkwan x f!reader content: fluff, established relationship, seungkwan nagging. -Synopsis: You come home to find Seungkwan doing dishes while passionately complaining about Mingyu eating his snack.

The first thing you noticed when you walked into the apartment was the sound of dishes clinking together a little louder than necessary. The second thing you noticed was Seungkwan talking while standing at the sink. Not exactly talking to someone — more like loudly narrating his frustrations to the general air while scrubbing dishes with a little too much energy.

“I’m just saying,” he continued, rinsing a plate while shaking his head, “if you’re going to eat the last snack, the least you could do is tell the person who bought it.”

You leaned against the kitchen doorway quietly, watching him for a moment. This was a very familiar sight by now.

Seungkwan doing chores while simultaneously ranting about something that had mildly inconvenienced him earlier in the day.

“And then he acts like I’m the dramatic one,” he continued, stacking the plate with the others. “I wasn’t even mad about the snack. It’s the principle.”

You pushed yourself off the doorway and walked into the kitchen slowly, watching him scrub the next plate.

“So,” you said casually, leaning against the counter, “which member is it today?”

He paused mid-scrub for half a second before sighing dramatically.

“Kim Mingyu.”

You immediately covered your mouth to hide the smile creeping onto your face.

Seungkwan pointed the sponge at you without even turning fully around. “Don’t laugh.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You’re about to.”

“I’m literally not.”

He turned back to the sink with another sigh, continuing to rinse the dishes with suspicious intensity while muttering under his breath about snacks and “basic respect.”

You rested your chin on your hand as you watched him, completely entertained by the way he somehow managed to complain and clean at the same time like it was a professional skill.

“The chocolate one from yesterday,” he continued. “The one I bought.”

“The one you said everyone could eat?” you asked.

“That’s not the point.”

You nodded slowly, pretending to take the situation very seriously. “Ah. I see.”

“And then when I mentioned it,” he added, stacking another plate, “he just laughed. Like it was funny.”

You watched him move around the kitchen rinsing dishes, wiping the counter, reorganizing the drying rack all while continuing his speech like nothing could interrupt the flow of his thoughts.

It was honestly a little impressive.

“Seungkwan,” you said after a moment.

“What.”

“You know what I find interesting?”

He glanced at you suspiciously. “What.”

“You’re doing all the chores while complaining.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“You’re debating snack ethics with Mingyu in your head while cleaning the entire kitchen.”

“That’s different.”

You tilted your head, watching him dry his hands. “Is it?”

“Yes.”

You laughed quietly and stepped closer, leaning lightly against his side while he stood there pretending to still be annoyed.

“But it’s kind of impressive,” you added.

He blinked at you. “What is?”

“The multitasking.”

“Multitasking.”

“Yes. Complaining and cleaning at the same time.”

Seungkwan stared at you like he couldn’t believe that was your conclusion.

“That’s what you noticed?”

You nodded.

He shook his head slowly, clearly trying to decide whether he should be offended or not.

“You’re unbelievable.”

You smiled sweetly. “And you’re my favorite nagger.”

He groaned immediately. “Don’t call me that.”

“You’ve been complaining about a snack for twenty minutes.”

“It was a good snack.”

You laughed, resting your head briefly against his shoulder.

For a moment he tried to keep his annoyed expression, but it didn’t last very long. With a quiet sigh he reached over and pulled you a little closer anyway.

“Don’t tell the members you call me that,” he muttered.

“You literally complain in front of them all the time.”

“That’s different.”

You smiled into his shoulder.

“I still can’t believe Mingyu ate that snack,” he added after a few seconds.

“Seungkwan.”

“What.”

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

Chwe Hansol x f!reaer Content: fluff, established relationship, nonchalant vernon Synopsis: nonchalant vernon..

The two of you had been sitting on the couch for almost an hour without really saying much. Your laptop rested on your legs while you scrolled through something you weren’t even paying attention to anymore, and Vernon sat next to you with his headphones around his neck, lazily flipping through songs on his phone. It was quiet comfortable quiet, the kind that usually came easily between the two of you but tonight your boredom was starting to win. You sighed loudly.

Hansol didn’t even look up. “What.”

You slowly turned to stare at him. “How did you know I was going to say something?”

He shrugged, eyes still fixed on his phone. “You sighed like three times.”

You frowned. “I did not.”

“You did.”

You leaned back dramatically into the couch cushions. “I’m bored.”

Hansol hummed in acknowledgment like you had just commented on the weather. “Okay.”

Your head turned toward him immediately. “Okay??”

He finally glanced at you for a brief second before going right back to his phone. “Yeah.”

You stared at him like he had personally offended you. “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t know,” you muttered, staring at the ceiling. “Something boyfriend-ish.”

That finally made him pause. He put his phone down and turned his head to look at you properly now, one eyebrow lifting slightly. “Boyfriend-ish?”

“Yes,” you said quickly. “Like you could’ve said ‘oh no baby let’s do something fun together’ or ‘don’t worry I’ll entertain you.’”

Hansol blinked at you for a moment, processing that. Then he leaned back into the couch again with a small sigh. “That sounds exhausting.”

You gasped dramatically. “Wow. Okay. I see how it is.” Crossing your arms, you turned away from him like you were done with the conversation.

A few quiet seconds passed before you suddenly felt the couch shift beside you. Before you could react, Vernon reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling you sideways until you half fell against him.

“Hey”

His arm wrapped around you easily, settling you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. “There,” he said simply.

You blinked up at him. “What?”

“You said you were bored.”

“Yes?”

“So now you’re not alone.”

You stared at him, trying to decide if he was serious. “That’s your solution?”

“Yeah.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s the least effort solution ever.”

Hansol shrugged again, completely unbothered. “But it worked.”

You opened your mouth to argue, ready to prove him wrong but then you realized you were already comfortable. His arm was warm around your shoulders, your head resting naturally against him while his thumb absentmindedly traced small circles on your arm as he picked his phone back up to scroll through songs.

You sighed again, but this time it came out softer.

Hansol glanced down at you. “See,” he said quietly. “You stopped complaining.”

You poked his side in retaliation. “You’re so annoying.”

“Mm.”

“but it is working,” you admitted.

A tiny smile appeared on Hansol’s face, barely noticeable as he looked back at his phone.

Hear me out ✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼

This with seungcheol but then he goes all soft when she gets sad and shuts up and then he's making it up to her (insane delulu but please feed us 👩🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯)

CALL CALL CALL! | S.COUPS

Choi Seungcheol x f!reader Content: fluff,fluff,fluff,fluff x1000, established relationship Synopsis: annoying cheol was a great idea, until it wasn’t A/N:IM SO SORRY ANON 😭 it took me forever to write this, life’s been hectic💔. Hope you like it bb <3 Trying to find the time to come back to Tumblr soon ☹️☹️

Your intention was just to tease him, you know? You were bored. Completely bored.

Meanwhile he was in his office working. Answering emails, checking his schedule for the upcoming concerts, going through documents. And to say you were bored was honestly an understatement.

So you leaned against the door frame and dragged out his name.

“Cheolllll…”

He didn’t even look up from the laptop.

“Stop, I’m working,” he said, a little stern.

To be fair, in his head he answered normally. The way he usually does when he’s focused. But you noticed the difference in his tone immediately. You went quiet. “Okay…” And you just left his office.

After what felt like an eternity, you were laying on the bed watching your favorite show, pretending to be very invested in it. Then the door opened.

“Babyyy?” You didn’t even bother to turn your head.

He frowned a little. “Baby?”. Still Nothing.

Now he was confused.

He walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to look at your face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Still no answer.

You just kept staring at the screen.

Now he was replaying every interaction from the last hour in his head. Every word. Every expression. But he couldn’t figure it out.

“Come on,” he sighed.

Then he climbed on the bed and basically laid on top of you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck.

“Talk to me.” You still didn’t respond.

And suddenly it clicked.

His head snapped up.

“WAIT- baby no, I’m so sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to sound like I was yelling earlier. I didn’t even realize it came out like that.”

You finally looked at him, a little sad.

“You sounded annoyed.”

His face immediately softened.

“Oh no… baby.”

He pulled you into his arms properly this time, hugging you tight.

“I wasn’t annoyed at you,” he murmured. “I was just stressed with work. I would never be annoyed at you for coming to see me.”

Then he kissed your forehead.

“Next time just sit on my desk and bother me properly. Don’t disappear like that.”

Adore U | S.coups

Choi Seungcheol x f!reader content: fluff - synopsis: cheol winning you a plush. A/N: thank you so much anon for requesting this!! i’m actually so obsessed with this pic now like he’s so boyfriend codedd aaaahhh😭 hope you enjoyed this!!!!

You were in the middle of talking, rambling about work , when he suddenly slowed down beside you. His hand tightened slightly around yours.

“Wait,” he said quietly.

You followed his gaze the bright arcade lights glowing behind the glass windows, machines blinking in soft colors. And right there, inside a claw machine, sat a round little plush with pink cheeks.

You laughed. “You’re not serious.”

He already looked serious.

“I can get that for you.”

“You definitely cannot.”

That was all it took.

Minutes later, you stood beside him inside the arcade, watching him intensely grip the controls like his life depended on it. His brows were slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in concentration, completely focused on the tiny stuffed toy.

The arcade lights reflected in his eyes as he slipped a coin in, one hand still loosely holding yours. as he moved the joystick.

Drop.

The claw closed perfectly around the plush and lifted it like it had been waiting for him. A soft thud prize secured on the first try.

You stared. “No way.”

He just chuckled, retrieving it and gently placing it in your arms.

“Told you.”

The plush was warm from his hands. You hugged it to your chest, looking up at him in disbelief, and he only watched your reaction quiet and satisfied.

Like it was the real prize.

Later, walking through the quiet city streets, your fingers intertwined and the stuffed toy tucked between you, he squeezed your hand lightly.

“You like it?”

You nodded.