psd used by astra / kosmos

⚠

carrd template by suncarrds

• main
• writers
• nsfw
• stats

ㅤTHEY DIDN’T WANT ME, SO I BECAME UNFORGETTABLE.ㅤ born haneul on july 22nd of 1993, into a family where lineage meant legacy, and legacy meant dominance—being an omega wasn’t just unexpected. it was shameful. his family name was built on alphas and betas: clean, respectable, bloodlines worthy of power. but haneul’s first heat marked him as the anomaly, the black mark. at sixteen, he was cast out like a stain.no home. no name. no safety. at sixteen, most boys are dreaming. haneul was surviving.he survived through the mercy of a best friend’s couch and the cold slap of reality. taught himself how to cook, budget, work, and hide—especially hide. one thing kept him breathing: music. the only place where his voice wasn’t judged, where he could exist without apology.he carved a space for himself in the underground rap scene, known only as ghost —a name whispered in packed clubs, shouted in graffiti-tagged basements, repeated in the rhythm of every beat drop. he was raw, ruthless, real.

But Haneul didn’t die.
He transformed.

six months later, he left the city, shed the name tied to his past, and moved to seoul. legally reborn as kim calais—a name chosen not for heritage, but for freedom. he began auditioning, and the industry didn’t just notice—they chased. he had the scars, the rage, the brilliance. but in the end, he chose sentiment over offers. loyalty over luxury.now, calais is not just a top rapper, but the youngest producer with a mountain of hits bearing his name. critics praise his genius. fans idolize his story. but behind the flashing lights?he battles every day... diagnosed with ptsd, social anxiety, and depression—quiet monsters he’s learned to dress in designer, to drown in liquor, to tuck behind late-night tracks and blackout curtains. buries every emotion beneath late-night sessions—until it erupts behind studio doors.

he lost a lot to get here. including the only person who ever loved haneul—not calais, not the persona—the boy beneath the ruin. he never got them back. but the world will remember him.

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this... I looked around and realized: you're on your own, kid.

HE SHINES—EFFORTLESSLY, painfully, like a diamond cut too deep. on stage, he's untouchable: laughter on his lips, gold in his throat, fire in every verse.but offstage, calais is made of quieter things. of silence, sleepless nights, and loneliness that tastes like copper and static. he was raised to feel like a defect. taught that love was conditional. that alphas couldn’t be trusted unless you let them own you.he watched his alpha father wrap the mating bond around his mother like a leash—called it love, called it tradition. he learned better. that distrust bloomed into instinct. he doesn’t submit. he doesn’t soften. especially not for insecure alphas—the kind who feel threatened by his power and punished him for it once, leaving him half-dead and wholly changed.* he flirts like a weapon. sleeps with fire in his chest and never lets it touch his heart. sex is the closest he gets to connection, and yet never enough. every breath shared with a stranger feels like a dance he’s trying to choreograph into something deeper—but when they ask for more, he smiles and slips away.he craves something he doesn’t believe he deserves. something soft. real. a home, not a hook-up. but the scars run too deep, and his trust isn’t broken—it’s burned.he keeps people at arm’s length. with words. with wit. with music that bleeds more than he ever will out loud. because deep down, calais is still haneul—the boy who was told he was wrong for existing, now too powerful to be destroyed but too haunted to be held.

kim, jaehyuk

• @lunacanorus

a story written in studio echoes and stage lights, in stolen glances across rehearsal rooms, in verses neither of them intended to share. they met in passing — hallway strangers turned collaborators,ㅤtwo stars orbiting the same sky under the same label.jaehyuk, an alpha born of light: extroverted, radiant, effortlessly magnetic. calais, an omega sculpted from survival: guarded, cuttingly brilliant, and soft only in the places no one sees.jaehyuk pursued him first. love at first sight, with an easy smile and warm laughter that cracked through calais’ concrete shell, with compliments that never felt performative and with hands that were steady when calais was spiraling.calais resisted — not out of disinterest, but fear. he didn’t trust alphas, especially not ones who reminded him of everything he had once lost. he told himself that sex was safe — something he could offer without losing control.but jaehyuk never wanted just his body. he wanted his mornings, his late nights, his silences, his pain ... and when calais realized that loving jaehyuk meant being seen, he panicked.

ㅤHE ENDED IT FIRST. COLD, SHORT AND FINAL.ㅤ behind the scenes, he ached. he wrote him in lyrics. in the spaces between his lines.

he was sunshine, all warmth and gravity — and calais was midnight rain.

meanwhile, jaehyuk never moved on. his love wasn’t violent — it was constant. a quiet waiting; a vow. he stayed close as a friend, always with his heart half-exposed. he knew calais loved him back — he saw it in every time calais flinched when they touched, in every look that lingered too long, in every apology that never made it to words.and eventually, calais broke. he came back — not perfectly healed, not ready for forever, but ready to try. they rebuilt, piece by trembling piece. no longer strangers to each other's ghosts.now, they are mated, tethered in spirit if not on paper. they’ve walked the tightrope between fame and intimacy.
shared stages. songs. a joint tour that served as a love letter to their resilience. it was on that stage — under a thunder of lights — that they announced calais' first pregnancy. the crowd roared.their daughter, eun-ji, is the brightest part of them — all jaehyuk’s smile, but calais’ eyes. a living symbol that love, even after ruin, can bloom again.

headcanons / calais & jaehyuk

ㅤ001ㅤ “I guess we’re both sick of it, the same repeating seesaw game.” during their separation — when calais was unraveling in silence and missing jaehyuk in every breath he wouldn’t take — he poured his soul into writing a track. he didn’t plan to show it to anyone. it was supposed to be therapy. a secret. a confession he’d never say aloud. the song became what is now known as “TRIVIA: SEESAW” — a bittersweet reflection of the back-and-forth push and pull, the rise and fall of a love too intense, too unhealed, to survive the first time. when the song got picked up for release, calais said nothing. never confirmed the muse but jaehyuk knew.ㅤ002ㅤ late-night studios & unspoken truths; before they got back together, they would still work late in the studio. hours would pass filled with loaded silences, fleeting glances, and music that said everything their mouths couldn’t. their most honest moments were always between basslines and unfinished verses.ㅤ003ㅤ calais clings in his sleep. now that they share a bed again, calais sleeps tangled around jaehyuk — arms, legs, scent buried in the alpha’s chest. he won’t admit it aloud, but his nightmares fade when jaehyuk holds him tight.ㅤ004ㅤ their mating wasn’t loud. it was sacred. no press. no cameras. just skin, breath, trembling confessions, and their wolves howling in unison. calais cried after, terrified and overwhelmed. jaehyuk didn’t ask for explanations.ㅤ005ㅤ jealousy burns beneath the surface. jaehyuk is loving, but intensely possessive. he doesn’t lash out, the alpha in him knows calais is desired — but the man in him wants to be the only one he ever truly needs and calais loves to push his buttons. he’s not doing it to hurt him — but to feel loved. it’s not a game. it’s how calais asks to be seen, to be fought for, without ever saying it out loud.ㅤ006ㅤ calais writes lullabies for eun-ji. he doesn't sing often outside of rap — but for their daughter, he does. soft melodies only jaehyuk ever hears, played on sleepless nights. he holds her tiny hand while whispering promises he never had himself.

turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.

ㅤ007ㅤ they’ve had sex in the recording booth more than once. unreleased demos layered with breathy moans and quiet gasps they never deleted. sometimes they play them back, just to remember.ㅤ008ㅤ calais writes jaehyuk love letters he never sends. tucked between notebooks, hidden behind old lyric sheets — calais has pages stained with ink and longing. words too raw, too soft. sometimes he leaves them on jaehyuk’s side of the studio, pretending they’ve been misplaced. jaehyuk always finds them and never says a word.ㅤ009ㅤ calais wears jaehyuk’s scent like perfume after sex — pulling on his shirts, burrowing into his hoodies. he purrs under his breath when wrapped in it, drunk off the alpha’s presence even when they’re apart.ㅤ010ㅤ when calais gets overstimulated from the world — cameras, crowds, attention — he’ll find jaehyuk backstage and wordlessly lean into his chest. no words needed. jaehyuk immediately wraps him in a hoodie and shields him like a wall of calm. that’s his safe space: jaehyuk’s heartbeat and silence.ㅤ011ㅤ calais has a nesting habit that only jaehyuk knows about. he builds spaces with pillows and soft shirts that smell like him, especially when they travel. he never calls it nesting — he’s too prideful — but when jaehyuk walks in and sees it, he just smiles and crawls in beside him.ㅤ012ㅤ it’s an unspoken ritual between them — after every major performance or award show, they vanish. no afterparties, no press, no celebrating with the crowd. just the two of them, slipping away into a private suite somewhere quiet and hidden from the world.ㅤ013ㅤ sometimes, when jealousy coils tight in calais’ chest — subtle but unmistakable — he’ll slip into jaehyuk’s lap during a rehearsal break or the lull of a meeting. no words, just a slow lean in, warm breath against skin. he’ll press soft, claiming kisses along jaehyuk’s neck, maybe nip just hard enough to leave a lovebite under his collar, where only calais knows to look. sometimes he’ll scent him too — a quiet drag of his nose along jaehyuk’s jaw, a little hum of satisfaction that says you’re mine.

CHOI, hyunseok

• @hecvensent

in Daegu’s underbelly — cigarette smoke curling through back alley bars, stolen moments under neon lights, and the hum of dreams too heavy for teenage hands — they found each other.Haneul, a storm of sharp rhymes and softer silences, was barely scraping by. At twenty-two, already cast out by his family, he was all bite and bruised edges, surviving on grit and the underground stage where his voice gave him wings. And Hyunseok — younger, reckless, brilliant and already burning himself out at both ends — was the kind of alpha people warned you about. Charming, dangerous, haunted. He was studying law by day and losing himself in the shadows by night, hiding wounds that never fully closed, stitched together with pride and rage.Their first meeting wasn’t cinematic — just a shared glance across a dim-lit bar where Haneul was performing and Hyunseok was brooding over a drink. But something magnetic sparked. Like two broken pieces clicking into place, jagged but perfect.They weren't gentle. They weren’t built to be. Their relationship was a wildfire. Haneul’s defiance meeting Hyunseok’s possessive nature. Fights that ended in slammed doors or desperate kisses. Long nights curled up in Hyunseok’s arms, murmuring about futures they weren’t sure they’d ever get. There were nights filled with poetry and bruises, soft lullabies and bloodied knuckles. They loved each other fiercely — too much, too soon, too hard.

ㅤBUT IT WASN'T SUSTAINABLEㅤ it was after the brutal attack haneul's suffered at the hand of jealous alphas; it was hyunseok who found him. not by accident — he’d always known how to read haneul’s patterns. how to find him. like his body had some internal compass that only pointed to the omega when it mattered most. hyunseok was there through it all — sleeping in a stiff hospital chair for a week, refusing to let nurses shift him unless necessary.

breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind of rush.

But healing isn’t just physical. And Haneul didn’t heal easily.He grew more distant as the bruises faded. Kept lashing out — at himself, at the world, and eventually at Hyunseok. He couldn’t understand how someone could look at him — broken, violated, vulnerable — and still want him. He hated being coddled. Hated needing someone. But most of all, he feared what needing meant.one night, after a quiet dinner Hyunseok tried to make feel normal, Haneul snapped. an argument and then —haneul disappeared. he changed his name. moved to seoul and he never looked back — not fully. hiding from his demons; but love like that doesn't die.It lingers. In lyrics. In memories. In the scar on haneul’s left side, a wound he never quite recovered from — not physically, not emotionally.Calais rarely talks about Daegu But every once in a while, in the quiet between shows or when he's drunk enough to let his guard down, he says he was the only thing he truly wanted to stay for. That Hyunseok was the home he couldn’t afford to keep.

headcanons / calais & hyunseok

ㅤ001ㅤ first love, forever ache — hyunseok was the first person to ever look at haneul (before he became calais) like he was something divine, even when he was ragged, jaded, and bleeding out words like knives. he made him feel safe — which was terrifying. it’s why calais ran.ㅤ002ㅤ the way hyunseok held him after the attack haunts calais more than the pain of the attack itself. he remembers being wrapped in hyunseok’s hoodie, pressed against his chest, feeling so small and so loved. he remembers how hyunseok’s hands shook when he thought haneul was unconscious.ㅤ003ㅤ unsent messages — calais has an unsent message in his notes app: “i’m sorry i left. you were the only one who ever made me feel like i was worth staying for.” it’s been there for years.ㅤ004ㅤ physical touch as apology — back then, neither of them were good at saying “i’m sorry,” so they made up in bruises and kisses. hyunseok would grip him like a lifeline, and calais would bite down like he was drowning. they never learned how to fight with words, only with skin.ㅤ005ㅤ calais dreams of him — in the loneliest hours, when the world is too loud, calais dreams of hyunseok’s voice saying his name like a prayer. and he always wakes up crying.ㅤ006ㅤ hyunseok knew calais’ body like it was scripture — slow, reverent, and dangerous. calais never let anyone else touch him like that after. because no one’s hands ever felt as sure. as desperate.

We're like fire and gasoline.

ㅤ007ㅤ they were obsessive — hyunseok once got into a fight with a guy who tried to flirt with calais after a set. calais wasn’t even mad. he kissed him behind the club, tasted blood on his lips, and said “you’re mine” like a warning.ㅤ008ㅤ calais still wears one of hyunseok’s rings — a thick, silver band he never takes off. people think it’s a fashion statement. it’s not. it’s a relic. a promise he never got to keep.ㅤ009ㅤ calais never dated seriously after — his lovers were temporary. none of them got to stay. none of them knew he slept on one side of the bed out of habit.ㅤ010ㅤ he ruined sex for calais — no one else felt right after hyunseok. no one else could make him forget the world like that. it’s why he keeps his eyes closed sometimes — to pretend it’s still him.ㅤ011ㅤ calais swears he forgot the exact scent of hyunseok’s cologne… until he smells something similar and it knocks the air out of him. it’s warm spice and leather and smoke — and suddenly he’s twenty-one again, high on adrenaline and heartbreak, pressed to hyunseok’s chest in some alley behind a club.ㅤ012ㅤ calais doesn’t smoke anymore — not since the doctors warned him about his vocal cords — but he keeps a single cigarette tucked in the lining of his favorite coat. It’s hyunseok’s brand. the last one they shared was on a fire escape in daegu, the night before calais disappeared.

red flags

FULL NAME
kim calais (formerly kim haneul)STAGE NAME
ghost (underground) → calais (industry)SCENT
lavender with caramel undertones.BIG THREE
cancer ☿ / virgo ☽ / scorpio ↑DATE OF BIRTH
july 22nd, 1993GENDER & SUBGENDER
cismale → omegaSEXUAL ORIENTATION
bisexual
sexually open, romantically guardedFACE CLAIM
min, yoongiMBTI
infp (the mediator)ALIGNMENT
chaotic good (with self-destructive tendencies)MENTAL HEALTH
ptsd * depression * social anxiety
currently not in therapy

core traits

NSFW RULES

🔒 consent first. intensity later.
🔞 strictly 21+ muses & muns
🕯️ smut must be plotted — never random

portrayal notes

important headcanons

DO'S

DONT'S