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Kpop ask game

The first kpop song you ever heard?

The first kpop song you ever /liked/?

Your first group/artist?

Your current bias group/artist?

Your main fandom?

Your first bias?

Which member from ______ did you know first?

Your bias in ______group?

Your favourite boy group?

Your favourite girl group?

Your favourite co-ed group?

Your ultimate bias?

Your overall favourite concept? 

Your opinion, natural hair colors or dyed hair?

Your opinion on aegyo?

Your favourite “mom” figure?

Your favourite leader?

Your favourite maknae?

The group you feel protective of?

The group you want to be friends with?

Your 3 favourite kpop songs by male artists?

Your 3 favourite kpop songs by female artists?

Spell your url with songs you have been obsessed with?

Your favourite instrumental?

Your favourite rap?

Your favourite B-side?

A kpop blog you adore?

Your favourite album?

Your favourite choreography?

Your favourite lightstick?

Do you own any kpop merch?

Your favourite visual?

Your favourite rapper?

Your favourite vocal?

Your favourite dancer?

Favorite fandom name?

A group you plan on getting into?

Your favourite inter-group moment?

Have you ever met an idol?

Spell _____ with titles of songs you adore?

How old were you when you first got into kpop?

Your favourite company?

How long have you been a kpop fan?

What song has been stuck in your head recently?

How many groups can you name all the members of?

How many groups do you consider yourself a fan of?

Your favourite makeup look?

Your favourite live performance?

Your favourite MV aesthetic?

Do you know any choreography?

Kpop idol who is like a role model to you?

Underrated groups you love?

Your current favourite kpop song?

Should idols wear mullets?

Your favourite lyrics?

If you could meet one idol it would be….?

Your favourite song from ____ group?

What’s your favourite song from_____

Your favourite year of kpop music?

Your favourite on-stage outfit?

Favourite 3 iconic moments?

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Watch the video of this 3D rendering young girl

Maybe, I wasn't ready?

TW: miscarriage

Ignore the caption on gif

Angst

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Pairing POC!Reader ×NamJoon

Should I write a part 2?

"What did I do wrong? Did I not love you enough?“ (Y/N) sobs, looking down at her stomach as tears stream down her face. She had gone to the doctor today for her monthly ultrasound, and it turns out that her baby had died. (Y/N)’s perfect little boy was gone, and it was all her fault. Her heart fell into her  stomach and she wanted nothing more than to die.

The drive home was horrible, she cried so hard she had to pull over every now and then. Her fiancé NamJoon hadn't come home from practice yet, and what she was really dreading was telling him that his perfect little angel was dead all because of her. (Y/N)s breaths were short and loud, her body shaking. Her fingertips tugged ruffly at her hair in frustration. "Did you not like the room we painted for you? Am I a bad mommy?” (Y/N) kept asking questions towards her non-existant baby like it will answer back, and each moment of silence reminds her that she’ll never hear his voice. She’ll never see him, or hold him in her arms.. "(Y/N)?Are you in here?” NamJoon calls, and when she didn’t reply he lightly pushes open the door to see her, eyes swollen andher usually neat afro a mess, and he rushes over to comfort her. His eyes flicker to her stomach, and then it registers. "Baby, what's wrong?.” He whispers, aand thats when (Y/N) loose it as soon as the first word slipped past his lips. She couldn't hols it in any longer. The sobs she lets out shakes her body. Namjoon tears start to well up in his own eyes. "I-" she took a deep breath. "I lost the baby Namjoon... I lost him.. Its my fault.... Its all my fault." his walls broke down as he cried silently "Shhh, its not your fault.. It just wasnt our time to have a baby yet." His tears mixes with her tears soaked through her shirt as well. NamJoon and (Y/N) spent the rest of the day just holding each other. “We’ll try for another. We’ll get our little angel somehow, don’t you worry.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shake her head . The next weeks (Y/N) stayed cooped up in the baby’s nursery. She sat close to the crib with her head pressed firmly against the bars. Ever since it happened a day hasn’t gone by without her crying. She felt numb to the world  It’s like she’s been walking around in a haze, not knowing what to do with her .  She’s in the kitchen, mechanically preparing dinner, trying her best not to lose composure for the hundredth time today.  So lost in her own sullen state, she didnt’t hear NamJoon approach her. She was in a daze as she washed the dishes before she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind. "Baby, we can't stay like this forever it would be best if we move on." (Y/N) knew that she had too. She took a deep breath before turning around to face her fiancé. She held him close. The next few months been rough for her. She trued her best as as the months moved on she started to become her regulat self. Her and Namjoon packed up the baby nursery as she thought back to the memories with a fond smile.