Anon asked: Right… so after the adorable Twitter and Instagram videos that have come out recently (y'all know what I mean), I NEED Monsta X as daddies. Like for real. - <3 your Not-So-Anonymous Anon :)
I would like to curse you and thank you for this “Anon”. -.- Good lord the feels while writing this!!!
I hope everyone enjoys! ^^
Wonho— The show off father. His phone has so many pictures of his beautiful child you as his wife don’t know whether to smile or send the poor man to therapy for obsession.
“Look at what my baby did today,” he would show his coworkers as they would roll their eyes for the hundredth time.
“I know isn’t she adorable!” he would gush over the video. Just let the man have his moment, you had told his friends.
Wonho never get’s tired of being around your child, he’s always playing with her, entertaining her in ways that make you chuckle. Like the time she attempted to put one of her princess dresses on him, but it barely fit over his shoulders and it made her sad. So he made a makeshift crown and grabbed a pink t-shirt and one of your skirts to make her happy.
“I’ll never be able to look at the skirt the same again,” you had mumbled to yourself as you were making them lunch. Wonho had taken a break of playing, well god knows what they were playing, to come up from behind you in a hug. Feeding him a strawberry, he had rested his chin on your shoulder, his crown poking your temple.
“Lets have another,” he would nuzzle into you neck.
“Ha,” you looked down at your man in a skirt, “not while you’re wearing that we aren’t,” you teased at him. You couldn’t even imagine how he would be with two angels running around.
Shownu— The protective father. Shownu loves his children, like all fathers do. You might have to remind him to give them some space sometimes, but he can’t seem to help himself. He only wants to make sure they are safe and sound. Like the first day your baby boy went to kindergarten, Shownu checked up on him at lunch time to make sure he was making friends, and while your son was happy to see his father, you only shook your head. You can only imagine if you had had a girl.
You had spoke to soon, having a baby girl was a blessing and also not so much at the same time. Shownu would cherish her. She was a daddy’s girl after all. Your son had taken up with you so it would only be fair to him, right? Most girls love their fathers more anyways. She could do no wrong in his eyes, even when she grew to be older and snuck out of the house one time.
“It’s that boys fault, I know it,” Shownu had said. You knew the real answer, she’s a teenager, but let her be an angel in his eyes. No boy was good enough for his baby girl, and you made sure to let those nice boys know that he really wasn’t as scary as he seemed.
“Get to know her father, hun,” you spoke to your daughters new fling, “he’s really a softy at heart.”
Hyungwon— The watchful father. Hyungwon is careful, he had been around children before sure, but this time was different. She was his. His daughter.
“I feel like I might break her,” he had whispered to you when you told him to hold her, noticing he would only really come close when you were holding her.
“You won’t, she’s not fine china, she’s a baby,” you chuckled at him ruffling his hair.
“That’s the same thing!” he looked so worried holding her head as carefully as he could. You would only smile at him, he would get used to her.
And he did. He never played rough or anything, he was still very careful, and often times he seemed more like he would rather watch that play with his daughter. And you were never really sure why.
“Honey,” you sat down next to him on the park bench, your daughter had been playing on a jungle gym and he was looking antsy, “go be next to her if you are worried.”
He had looked down, “I don’t want to be the cause of her being hurt,” he had finally admitted to you. You only smiled at him.
“Hun, accidents happen. She might break her arm in soccer in a few years, have a scratched knee from a fall, a few bumps and bruises from playing that she might not notice till the next day, but you know what?” He looked up at you, “thats not your fault, your role is to be there to take care of those accidents and make them better.”
Hyungwon had played with his daughter more, still a watchful one, making sure that she never got hurt, but more playful all in all.
Kihyun— The sensitive father. Kihyun is a mixture of all the types of fathers that you would want to have around your children. He doted on them, cared for them, watched over them, and was even just a little bit protective but not to much to smother them. Kihyun understood how their minds worked, and he wouldn’t be worked over so easily, but he would still care for them in a way that made your children love him even more.
“Daddy, can I have that?” your son had pointed to a triple fudge cake a bakery was showcasing in its window. You had been on the way to dinner that day.
“Hmm, that does look good doesn’t it. Tell you what, lets go eat dinner, and we can have the best milkshakes in town, hmm?” Kihyun had started to compromise with your son again and you watched in silence.
“Okay!” your son said happily dragging you both further down the street towards the restaurant.
“I don’t know how you do it,” you had mumbled to him at dinner.
“You always manage to make him happy in some way, even when you turn him in a completely different direction of what he originally wanted,” you were now walking back home, Kihyun was carrying your son on his back. He had engorged himself happily at dinner and had completely forgotten about milkshakes.
Kihyun would always just shrug at you, “I don’t know, baby.” Almost like he didn’t even know he was doing it himself, you would just smile at him and accept the fact that you chose well for the father of your children.
Minhyuk— The childlike father. Childlike might be a lose word, but there was no other way to describe him. He’s like a child himself, but still knows how to be a father when he needs to be. One day your son walked into the kitchen covered in mud.
“Honey! What in the world have you been doing!?” you ran to him with a wet towel to wipe his face, and to honestly keep him from going any further into the house.
“We were playing army,” you heard your husbands voice suddenly walk up behind him. You had looked up to see Minhyuk also covered from head to toe in mud. You scoffed at him, but at least he knew better than to come inside, he was still standing in the door frame watching you wipe off your baby boy.
“Come here you two,” you pushed your son back outside to the back yard, away from the muddy area, you damned the past two days of rain, and told them to hold still, as you sprayed them both down with a water hose.
“Mama!” your boy yelled at you.
“Well, this is what happens to boys who play in the dirt,” you eyed your husband giving him the ‘you better not do this again!’ look all knowing he probably would the next time he got a chance.
A long day of playing in the mud would end in a family movie night in the living room, and you would look over to see both of your men passed out before the movie even hit its climax. Shaking your head at them both, you would cover them with the blanket that you had wrapped yourself in, getting yourself more comfortable to watch the rest of the movie. Sometimes it might feel like you have two children, but you knew all to well that Minhyuk knew when he needed to be the man of the house, and you were always grateful to his everlasting energy.
Jooheon— The playful father. Unlike Minhyuk, Jooheon would still be very playful with his children, but you wouldn’t see him get into as much trouble. As much, is the key word. Jooheon still is a child at heart himself, and he wants to make his sons life as adventurous as possible while he grows up, and you worry all the time. Knowing he would do nothing to really put them both in danger, how could you not worry when both of these fools were running amuck?
You had heard clanging and banging coming from your backyard one afternoon when you got home from work and instantly needed to see the commotion. Jooheon had built a fort out of stray limbs that you had told him to pick up out of the yard that morning, and two of those limbs were being used as swords.
“You shall not pass!” your son yelled in front of his dad slamming his stick into the ground.
“Ya! This isn’t Lord of The Rings!” your husband was actually as into the play fight as your son was, and you leaned up against the side of the house and watched your idiots.
“I turned you into a dragon remember!?” your son had yelled.
“Since when did a knight become a magician?!”
“Honey,” you interrupted their fight.
“Oh hey baby,” Jooheon had run up to you and kissed your forehead, you could smell that he had been outside all day.
“You do realize your arguing with a six year old right?” you looked up at him smiling.
“Right at ‘You shall not Pass!’” you mimicked your son.
“Hey, you could pass for a queen with that acting,” he nuzzled into you.
“Stop your dirty,” you giggled at him.
“GROSS!” you both heard your son yell from the other side of the yard, making you both laugh.
IM— The loving, and always doting father. A little girl is what he would always want and you would be the one to give him his precious gift. Unlike Wonho who shows her off to everyone, it would almost be like he would want to keep her to himself. When she wanted icecream, he’d give her ice cream, even when you told her no because it was almost dinner time. A troublemaker he was a lot of the time, but he couldn’t resist that sweet face. Daddy’s girl always went running to her daddy, and while she loved you too, Daddy gave her what she wanted all the time.
“Sucker,” you would mumble to yourself when she would pull out her charm when she wanted the doll house you all had passed by in the mall. He had looked at you and all you would give him was the ‘It’s up to you’ look. Of course he bought it for her.
“You know she’ll get bored of it eventually right?” you whispered to him as he lugged the box over his shoulder.
He sighed, “I know, but I can’t help it.”
“I know you can’t,” you laughed at him, poking his sides. Your daughter had already happily gone into the next toy store, and you two were her luggage carriers.
“Just don’t go to far this time, hmm?” you reminded him nodding at the price tags over the toys she was oohing and ahhing at, “we do have to eat this week.”
He just sighed and went over to his precious baby girl, and started to gear her attention over to sweets.
“Like that’s any better, Changkyun,” you shook your head at him.
“It’s not as expensive,” he gave you the ‘great idea, right?’ look. You still shook your head, as you both would once again, trail behind your daughter to the ice cream stand.
