(not completed yet)
(these fansites’ masternim have either twitter or weibo or something else… you may find them in the official sites)
http://flippedkailu.com/ (with Luhan)
http://ontokki.com ——(not sure about this site, it’s more like KaiLu or KaiD.O, I think)
http://allblack-kai.com/ ——(need a KSSN)
http://jongin.kr/ ——(this fansite doesn’t require a KSSN, but you can’t register normally like the other sites. they hide the login button some where, maybe to prevent foreigners from joining in. I’ve worked on it and found a way. If you want to know how to get on with this site, inbox me.)
http://exo-kai.net/ ——(don’t have to sign up or any thing - I LOVE THIS PAGE! <3)
http://www.justforkai.com/ ——(this site can direct you to baidu Kimjongin bar)
http://kai-class.com/ ——(need a KSSN)
http://adorable-j.com/ ——(don’t need to sign up ^^ <3)
http://toffeemilkxo.com/ ——(don’t need to sign up ^^ <3)
http://kaixdo.com ——(with D.O)
http://9493room.com (with D.O) (need a KSSN and age must be from 1994 to 1974, but now you can register in the period of time from 12th (12:00 a.m. KST) - 14th (11:59 p.m. KST) of every month)
http://www.kai940114.com/ (can’t access this page, maybe it’s closed)
http://kagu-luhan.tumblr.com/ —— (it has Luhan’s name but I also don’t know why the majority of photo is Kai’s xD it also has photo from some other groups but if u want to look for Kai’s photo you should visit it)
http://phosphene-kai.com/ ——(can’t access)
http://0326-0114.com/ (with Xiumin)
http://19940412.net/ (not available right now)
(I haven’t checked all these site yet, I will update later)
Kyungsoo is stuck in the hours while Jongin begs the seconds, because time stops for someone who can’t remember and runs from someone who can’t miss the last train home.
Where did EXO-K hyungs come from?
The 6-member boy group EXO-K’s members went to Seoul Seongdong-gu Hawang Shipridong’s Eden I Ville nursery facilities on February 22nd at 3:00pm to do volunteer work.
Was there a time that I’ve looked this carefully to the back of a man that was cleaning…
I’ve just found this. A long long note from a Chinese (maybe SuJu) fan. Let’s see her feeling, or at least, a part of it whisch was written down below.
[TRANS] Message from a Chinese fan.
When you are feeling too tired, you must remember your idol. That is, the idol whom you were once so crazily in love with. That is, the idol whom you used to memorize their facts faster than memorizing new vocab. That is, the idol whom you used to write about, about how much you love them on your blog. That is, the idol whom you are able to type his/her name on the keyboard even with your eyes closed. You must be thankful, but at the same time clearheaded. When someone forcefully asks you, what on earth made them worthy of you wasting your youth on them, you must tell him. I only gave my most beautiful memory to them, but they gave up more precious stuff than me during that period of youth. When you are on the field under the hot sun for physical training, you need to remember, your idol once perspired profusely in the practice room for you. When you are sitting in class, with absolutely no interest in the textbook, you need to remember, your idol once, for the rehearsal, hurt his/her vocal cords. When you are sprawling on your bed, complaining about how tough your day was, you need to remember, your idol had to perform on stage for you despite running a high fever, or sitting in a wheelchair. He is your idol. We might not be on the same land breathing the same air, but we can feel each other. Since he did it, why can’t you? When you can’t hold on, you must remember your idol. Running on the track, your ears filled with hot air and unbearable panting. Your friend is at the end point shouting the name of your idol, you must grit your teeth, you must dash over. He is your destination, he is your strength. Your secret crush has someone else in mind, and your shy love letter hasn’t even been handed over. You lock yourself up in your own room, looking at the posters of him who is still the same, choking up on your tears. Never mind, I still have you, you. This world, perhaps exist betrayal, escapism, depression and all sorts of unhappiness. As long as you open Twitter everyday, and start browsing through his updates. You chuckle; sitting in front of the computer.Remember, that is the real you. Your idol, might have underwent all sorts of incidents, or maybe an accident, even the doctors said there is no hope. Some of the members might have done something wrong, even some fans said they will not love them anymore. Maybe time has diminished some of his popularity, even those who don’t really follow him say he is not popular anymore. Maybe his company never thought of putting in efforts in their promotions, with no intentions of further plans. At that time, at that moment, how did he survive? Although fans had committed mistakes, idols, too. He has his own shortcomings, problems, or even have many people looking down on him. Although he is not perfect, but you have to be thankful. When you have your own love, you must remember your idol. After entering adulthood, you finally have your own life. He, too, might already have his own. Be it happy, be it blissful. That past years of missing lessons to watch his concert, that past years of squeezing in front to buy tickets, that past years of pasting posters all over the wall, that past years of scribbling his name all over the textbooks. You might have been crazy before, but when you recall those years, you need to be proud, because that is one of a kind, something others don’t have. You protect him, forsaking your own limelight. You devote your love towards him, no longer thinking about other guys, but also at the same time developing rationality and your own perception towards life. Looking at him, from being a teen to adult, with stubby moustache growing out of his cheeks, with wrinkles on his face when he smiles. That is the traces of your love, which has undergone the vicissitudes of life, so thunderous. So what if you are old, you need to be proud, because you experienced the purifying of time. He stood for you, for you. When he announces that he found his other half. You cried, you teared. Because he has reached the shore, you are finally at ease and assured. The position where you once dreamed of being at, someone has stood there in your place, for you. So many years, you watched him fall and stand up on his own. You finally feel relieved, that he has shoulders to lean upon. Just that there is a little, just a little tinge of regret. Why, the one giving him happiness, is not your own self. You have to remember your idol. Those years, the person who has been giving you your happiness, rage, sorrow and joy..The one controlling your mind. Even if he no longer appears on the screens of your TV, your handphone screen still, is filled with memories. Even if his name no longer appears on the fashion magazines, your diary still, is filled with doodles and love. Seeing how he shines on stage, dancing, standing under the spotlight, talking to us and smiling with a microphone, the way he stands on the steps, crying when he heard the fans singing along, the way he receives the award and look at the cheering crowd, and the first time, seeing him and forgetting about time. No matter where time goes, in your heart, he is always, like that. You must remember your idol. You once boasted about his good, despite receiving disagreeing looks on the faces of the people around you. Your blog is full of his news, just to let people who understand you, know how blissful it is to like him.You once quarreled with others because of him. You don’t cry when people scold you, throw things at you, but your eyes turn red when someone is just badmouthing them. On what basis, you ask, since they don’t understand him, how dare they think they have the rights to criticize them. He is your life. You hid under your blankets, crying, because of him. Having wild thoughts in the middle of the night,how has he been, how was his injuries, what did he meant when he said that. Tired, after a short nap you wake up and continue to love him. You are not afraid of anything, so long as he is there. Some people in this world might be physically close to you, but can never understand why you like him. You must tell them, the word “fortitude” is not something that can be taught by anyone. And he, gave you this precious thing. So, you must remember your idol. Dear, since now we are still young. You have to work hard, to become someone worthy of him, to be able to meet him someday, and stand next to him deservingly.You must, must tell him personally. You must tell him that you are thankful that you didn’t miss him, in the midst of billion of people. Thank him for his companionship for the past few years, whether be it crying or laughing. You must, deeply, with that choked up voice of yours, carefully, shout his name.— I used to, love you, that, that, that much.
[Even if time has passed, don’t worry, the white-haired me will remember the black-haired you, while loving the white-haired you.]
trans by: @exonyeoshidae
Few minutes ago when I was ready to read this, somehow I was scared this would tell all my thought out. You may think that it’s not a problem because we are almost “anonymous” to face this, but for me, my thought is my all. But fortunately, it didn’t happen. The writter and me, we think it differently.
The first thing I have to say is, she’s a real girl. What do I mean? No no no…you are getting it wrong. She is real. her human is real. It’s the most important thing to creat the value of the note. And the second thing I can be sure is her idol is still famous. About her point of view, it might be perfect or not. I only share my thought, no critics.
Something she said could open up in my mind a nightmare. My scar, somehow.
Dear writter! To be like you, is a luck of life.
When you are feeling too tired, you must remember your idol.
Thank you. I remember him till I die. As if it’s only “remember”. I get it when I say I miss him. When I’m feeling too tired, it’s because of him. He always makes me feel so tired that sometimes I even wish him to get the fuck outta my head. I know I’m selfish tosay that because it’s all about myself, I’m just effected of what I’ve created. When I feel tired, I wish to forget him at one moment, then suddenly receive something from him, maybe a good news, or something like that. But not the way you do. It could do you good. Not my case. Things he’s done, not for me, I’m sure.
You see I highlighted your words? May I ask this…who did you mean “you” in your sentence? His fans? You yourself? Or maybe his friends? His family? And the most surely, HIS OWN SELF? Or maybe all, I guess.
When you are sitting in class, with absolutely no interest in the textbook, you need to remember, your idol once, for the rehearsal, hurt his/her vocal cords. When you are sprawling on your bed, complaining about how tough your day was, you need to remember, your idol had to perform on stage for you (really???) despite running a high fever, or sitting in a wheelchair. He is your idol. We might not be on the same land breathing the same air, but we can feel each other. Since he did it, why can’t you?
Please!!! Please stop making me feel like I’m the worst creature in this world though I really am! When I was sitting in the class, with absolutely no interest in the textbook, that’s when I was facing my obligations and my reluctant rights to learn. My idol has never had his voice broken because he never sings. Well, instead of that, he has his waist and his legs injured all the time. I know it. I know. I always know. But I’m sorry if you think the thing I’m gonna say now is selfish, but the truth is, DANCING is his LIFE. It’s his passion and it’s worth for him to pay for it, as he thinks. When I was sprawling on my bed, complaining about how tough my day was, it was when I tried to get back to balance, to get back to life and keep on living. When you say that, are you sure that our idols NEVER DO IT? Excuse me, I think they complain more than us, or at least, more than me. Again I see the phrase “for you”, but we’ll talk about that soon. What I’m concerning is, “Since he did it, why can’t you? ” When he had to perform on the stage despite running a high fever or sitting in a wheel chair, he was chasing for his DREAM OF LIFE, his TARGET of all time. Well, LIFE itself is UNFAIR, despite the being of the equivalent exchange . He want this, he has to pay that. He has money, fame, glory, etc…Don’t think his training years as a waste, it’s just like we continue our learning career to find a job, to make money and earn a life. Because he gets more than us, he pays more than us. When the artists like them enter the showbiz, they’ve defined what they would have to overcome from the beginning. Scandals, contract’s terms, critics, injury and even the humiliation…If they are strong enough to overcome all of those things, they stay “alive”. If not, they “die”. Thank for the showbiz, I knew him. And when I get to know him better, I wish he didn’t enter the game. I hope he never see what I’m gonna say right now because he will kill me like I’m his biggest enemy, but I still have to say that his dream is nothing to me.When I say it out, I don’t dare to hope he would forgive me for underestimating his life’s dream. As if he still a normal person, to live his own life anonymously, with the people around him from the childhood time until now… Throw away that dream. Or even he has never had that dream, it would be the best. Yes, if then, I would never know about him, and things would never happen like now. How ridiculous. We can’t change it, so let it be. But once again, he doesn’t stand on the stage for me, never.
We might not be on the same land breathing the same air, but we can feel each other.
If I can really feel him and he can really feel me, then you can kill me. Right now, even if he and me stand right in front of each other, there’s no way to FEEL. We’re strangers. Simple as that. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND HIM, I’ve said it thousands of times, to the world and to myself. That’s why I accept all of him. Don’t get me wrong but the first moment when I saw him, I thought he was so ugly. As the time goes by, I find more and more good things from him, that’s also the reason why I’m happy whenever I found a mistake from him. It makes me feel that I’m not hopeless, in a hopeless way.
Time is the best teacher. Still, it kills all students. He is my destination, he is my strength. Yes, I admit it. Still, he makes me lost in vain and makes me tired.
You lock yourself up in your own room, looking at the posters of him who is still the same, choking up on your tears. Never mind, I still have you, you.
For a second I was wondering if I have ever been like this or not. But there’s no chance, I have no posters of him. But I do have his photos in my laptop, though I’ve never see them again. Just save and keep them there like some kind of treasure. But if I have a boyfriend, I won’t let him know anything about my idol as well as my feeling. Even I know I shouldn’t be like that, I also know if I tell the boyfriend he will be hurt. The case you said above, I guess you’ve undergone it. Really, you got your idol always with you? How lucky you are. Because I never have my idol. Him, the thing I’ve never had and will never have. And he, my idol, won’t still be the same. HE WILL CHANGE, LIKE ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING. As I’ve said, I also accept that, as long as it’s him.
Remember, that is the real you.
Thank you for reminding me. But what is the real me? I don’t even know. He is the real me, maybe? I hope not.
When he announces that he found his other half. You cried, you teared. Because he has reached the shore, you are finally at ease and assured. The position where you once dreamed of being at, someone has stood there in your place, for you.
To confirm again, I have no place in his life. A true outsider. Well he has a place in my dream. The obsesion of my life. That’s unfair in all the way. I’m obsessed for the whole of my youth when he’s there and doesn’t even know about my existence? So unfair…The person that you called “his other half”, well maybe I have to thank her the day she appeares. True like you say, she will free my soul from him, like a magic. I will cry. I will. I don’t hesitate to admit it. Because my prediction will comes true. I’m still here, he’s still there. Life goes on. Will he know if I cry for him? What will he say? Will it still be “Thank you”? I’ve heard it for my whole life. Will I regret? Maybe the one who have to regret is not me, LOL…
No matter where time goes, in your heart, he is always, like that.
I’m not sure. I can’t say anything. Yesterday I felt him like how he was yesterday. Today I feel him like how he is today. Tomorrow…who knows? So “like that”, is not the way I feeel him. He doesn’t have to be like that forever, it’s way too difficult. Just be like how he wants, and I will prepare my heart to feel him the way he becomes.
Your blog is full of his news, just to let people who understand you, know how blissful it is to like him.
I don’t have any blog except facebook and tumblr. True they’re full of his news, but I that’s how I follow his moves, his steps, not for any people. Who like, sat to read what they want. Who dislike, get the fuck off and shut their mouths. People want to understand me have to use their heart, however, they are amazing if they can read all things about him on my wall when they are not his fans. To like him is none like bilssful. I wonder how stressful I’ve become since I knew him. I’ve become more selfish, negative. Always worry. I don’t even know what I’ve got from him. Sometimes, I feel like he is a gift I received from life. But soon I realize that the gift is not for me.
He is your life.
He is my life. On the other hand, my life, is not him. Obviously, his life is not my life. And I’m never his life. Short, and clear. I was wrong to let him to become my life, I’m afraid.
Tired, after a short nap you wake up and continue to love him. You are not afraid of anything, so long as he is there.
Are you afraid of nothing? I’m afraid of his accidents. I’m afraid of his bad health. I’m afraid of his sorrow. I’m afraid to be abandoned by him. After a short nap I wake up and try to forget him. It’s far more difficult than to try to hate him.
You have to work hard, to become someone worthy of him, to be able to meet him someday, and stand next to him deservingly.
When I was a kid, adult kept on telling me one sentence: “You have to work hard.” When I went to school, people also kept on repeating it: “You have to work hard.” That’s why I always know that I have to work hard. I have family, I have myself, and later, my bigger family with my husband and my children. They are precious to me and I know his family is the most precious thing to him. He loves his family more than I love mine, I know. We all work hard to make our life better, to make our family and friends proud of us, to stop being called “burden of the family and social”. But I’ve never thought about the idea “to become someone worthy of him”. Sure I do wish to meet him someday, because it’s one of my life’s targets and I have something that must be given to him. But I don’t think I can be anything of him only by I work hard and have success in anything. Imagine someday I become one of the most famous and powerful person of the world, then I will say to the public like this: “Well, ladies and gentle men, you might be surprised to know this but I’m a K-poper and my idol is Mr. KJI! I’m a big fan from long time ago and…blah…blah…blah…” Papers and magazines will then exaggerate it by some shock-headlines for the whole world to know. My beloved and precious idol will then reply to it like this: “It’s my honour to be known and supported by such a great person like her. I was quite surprised to know that as I’ve been admiring her and I hope we will have a chance to co-operate soon…blah…blah…blah…” like how they do everyday. Means if I’m a normal person, I have no chance to be anything of him. Would he pay attention to how I feel? Would he accept my real self like I’m doing with him now? Or I have another way, is to hide every feeling and try to apply for his agency. If you it success, I can stand next to him. As a staff. Pffft…
Even if time has passed, don’t worry, the white-haired me will remember the black-haired you, while loving the white-haired you.
Don’t laugh at me because my final hope appears exactly like this. I know if we turn into white-haired ones, I do have a chance. Maybe at that time I won’t love him anymore. But it’s life, who knows? As I hope to forget him, I also hope he is always healthy and happy with what he chooses.
My dear. Forgive me if I said something bad about you and your dream. Finally you didn’t appear that day as I expected, but doesn’t matter, I know you are pretty busy these days. Don’t forget yourself. You understand what I mean? Good. Today someone has gone far away from my life, but it’s not really like I lost him. Just for one second my heart felt into silence. Then everything went back to where they were. Life goes on as it never ends. How are you? You will say you are fine even when you are not. You never ask me how I am. And you won’t know how I am even when I’m good or bad.
Take care, have a nice day!