Warning: this piece only has entertaining intentions, please don't take it too seriously. I don't really romanticize falling for your therapist.
genre: fluff
Those you fall for:
Shownu is sooo professional. He may look akward when he is thinking about the best thing to say. But he has the perfect observation to give about your situation. You feel often very excited to see him again, the way he touches his own chin and hums is so sexy.
Kihyun acts and talks as the most skilled man you have ever seen. He sounds smart without making you feel dumb, because he is so attentive to your life, he's almost tender. Your daydreams are him caressing your face and smiling at you.
Hyungwon doesn't even look real. He sits as if he's modeling, you ask yourself if he is trying to seduce you but deep down you know he isn't. He is very serious, with his notebook and pen. He remembers things you said at your first session and helps you at fonding sense in your messy mind.
Wonho actually treats you like a princess. You feel so important in his office, it smells like flowers. Even though you try not to look too much, you can imagine his muscles under his white shirt, he is a huge man. He won't take much to become aware of your feelings and ask you about it. That may scare you but he explains it is a normal part of therapy and everything is gonna be alright as long as you respect him. You open up to him pretty fast.
Those who fall for you
Minhyuk is somehow a chaotic psichologist. The notes he takes for every pacient of his are a mess. But he takes a look on them and organize something in the end of the day. At some point he notices he started drawing small hearts next to your name during your sessions. He fonds your drama kind of lovely and deeply wishes you happiness.
Jooheon usually keeps himself pretty minimalist with his patients, but his eyes are always sweet when he encourages you to speak more. At some point he takes himself thinking about your personality while he makes his way home, he had 3 other sessions after yours, but your case stays in his mind. He likes your way to see life.
I.M knew you were his type at the first time he heard your voice, the way you introduced yourself gave him shivers. His conscience said "this one will give you trouble". But he ignored it, he needed to be egoistic at least once. He ends up opening up to you and recommending a colleage to be your actual therapist from then on. Changkyun will ask you out.
Mx how they hug and how they like to be hugged? What do You think? 🤔📝
Monsta X hugs headcanons
including Wonho <3
Genre: fluff
pairing: MX and gender neutral reader
bonus song rec: can't get you, Jaehyun
● Shownu:
He hugs you as if he's hiding you with his body. One arm around your shouders and one hand cupping your head as your face is buried on his wide chest. He massages your scalp.
Likes to be hugged and kissed at the same time, so he will be satisfied if you spread a few smooches on his chest.
● Minhyuk:
Hugs you and gets ditracted with your sweet smell, he says you smell like a babygirl. He closes his eyes and keeps tracing your skin (back, shoulders, arms) can't stay stil but feels surprinsingly calm.
Likes it when you sneak one hand underneath his top but not in a sexual way. He feels more cherished when his skin is against yours.
● Kihyun:
Hugs and sweet-talks you, rest his chin on your shoulder so he can whisper something pretty. If possible he will put you on his lap too and grab on your hip.
He likes it when you all are standing and you put your arms around him, crossing his back then you sway him just a bit. An almost imperceptible movement that says you want him to relax.
● Hyungwon:
Soft hugs with noisy kisses on top of your head is his thing. He rubs your arms pretty leisurely with his large hands.
He appreciates it when you just stay there with your arms around him as if you don't need to go ever away. That's not about how you hug him but how long.
● Jooheon:
His hug is tight, he will rub his face against your hair and neck if you are alone. Says he missed you even though you two have been together the day before.
He loves it when you hug him then pull your face a bit away so you can look at his eyes. You smile at him and he sees the tenderness in your eyes.
● I.M:
Hugs you as if you both are about to have a slow dance. He circles your body with one arm and lifts one of your hands so he can peck your fingers. Usually he motions you to lay your head on him.
He looks the softest man when you take him by the waist and make him stop what he is doing to hug him for a few seconds.
● Wonho:
He will try to rest the side of his face on you no matter how tall you are, on your head or your shoulder. He is just so clingy and he loves you.
If you are smaller than him he wil make you step up on something to hug him from above, your arms on his shoulders, nose rubbing his from time to time because you all easily forget everything around.
If there was one thing on Y/N’s bucket list she wanted to do before grim reaper opened his arms and took her into his embrace, it was to simply dance in the rain (and kiss the person she loves the most). But there were requirements, of course. The rain had to be coming down full force, like the moment you step outside you’re soaked full force.
Drizzles wouldn’t cut it. Mist? Absolutely not. She wanted the rain that blurred streetlights and flooded the gutters, the kind that made your footsteps splash and your hair cling to your forehead like you were in a slow-motion music video.
So she waited.
Every forecast, every weather app, every twitch of a grey cloud was watched like it was a scheduled miracle. Spring rolled in with teasing breezes and half-hearted showers, and she cursed the universe softly each time a storm fizzled into a drizzle. But today? Today, the sky cracked.
She was standing at the window, arms crossed, when the heavens finally opened. Sheets of water poured from the sky like a dam had snapped loose in the clouds. Thunder rolled low and deep in the distance, and the world outside turned silver. She blinked. Then she ran.
“Minhyuk!” she called, barefoot, already halfway to the front door.
He barely had time to lift his head from the book in his lap before she was tugging his arm like an excited child on Christmas morning. “It’s time.”
“For…?”
She whipped the door open dramatically and turned toward him with all the urgency in the world. “The rain. It’s perfect. Come outside with me. Right now. No umbrella. No jacket. Just us.”
He blinked, confused for a beat. Then his eyes softened as he set the book aside. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack,” she nodded. “If I die tomorrow and I haven’t done this, I’ll haunt you.”
Minhyuk snorted, already peeling off his sweater. “You’re gonna catch a cold, you know that?”
“Worth it,” she grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the downpour.
The world was cold, wet, and alive. Rain soaked through her clothes instantly, sticking fabric to her skin, making her laugh out loud from the shock of it. Her hair was plastered to her cheeks, her hands slick in his, but her smile was the brightest thing in the storm.
Minhyuk stood still for a moment, watching her spin in circles, arms out like a flower embracing the deluge. And then—he couldn’t help it—he joined her.
They danced like fools, slipping in puddles and laughing so hard it echoed off the rooftops. She lifted her face to the sky and spun until the world blurred, and he watched her like she was the only thing that made sense in the chaos. Her lips were trembling from the cold when she finally turned to face him.
“Well?” she breathed. “Isn’t this the most cinematic thing ever?”
“You’re insane,” he murmured, brushing wet hair from her face.
“And you love it.”
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he stepped closer, one hand cradling her jaw as the rain fell harder. There was a second where the world seemed to still, like even the thunder held its breath—and then he kissed her.
It was slow and aching and soaked through with all the warmth they didn’t have in their shivering bodies. His lips tasted like rainwater and forever. Her hands curled in the fabric of his shirt, clinging to the moment like it might dissolve with the storm.
When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed.
“You’ve officially crossed it off,” he whispered.
She smiled. “One more thing done before the grim reaper gets here.”
Minhyuk chuckled, wrapping his arms around her as lightning lit up the sky behind them. “Guess I better help you finish the rest, huh?”
“Guess you better.”
And with the storm dancing all around them, so did they.
hello!!! could i request a one shot with kihyun or changkyun (whoever suits you more) where he meets the reader in some sort of show/yt program/thing like that and takes a liking to reader immediately?
caught on camera - im changkyun
pairing: idol!i.m x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff
word count: 736
a/n: i'm loving all these monsta x reqs! to expand a lil, reader is a 4th gen idol, debuting later than i.m and is a few years younger :)
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filming days were always a mix of nerves and excitement, but today felt... different.
because you were meeting monsta x's i.m for a one on one.
other than, y'know.. having an impending crush on him even during your non-idol days, it's always nerve wracking to meet an idol who you've barely interacted with before.
but that was the charm of the youtube series you've taken part of, "idol unfiltered." it was a show putting two random idols together to simply, naturally connect. they'd ask each other icebreaker questions, play games, or just chat.
you've always wanted to do this—you watched many videos and couldn't wait till it was your turn.
but when your manager told you who you'd be meeting, you froze. how could you do this? how could you be in such an intimate space with him, only you two, minus the producers and camera crew?
but the day came. as the crew finished setting up, you glanced at the clock. he was due any minute now.
"ah, i'm sorry, am i late?"
the second you saw him, it was just a wow. he definitely was more beautiful in person. the blush rose to your cheeks and if anyone were to look at you, they'd notice the sparkle in your eyes. thank god the cameras weren't rolling.
his voice was calm, deep, with that slight rasp that made every sentence sound ten times cooler than it should.
"almost," you managed to muster out, smiling. "but i'll accept the apology anyway."
he let out a chuckle. "nice to meet you. i'm i.m." he lightly bowed in greeting.
"i know," your smile was still plastered on your face. "i'm y/n." you bowed back.
"i know." he repeated your words and smiled.
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the cameras rolled, and the usual introduction went smoothly, the production team telling you guys what was planned behind the scenes, and they gave you each queue cards. looks like for this episode, you guys were prompted with icebreaker questions.
"so, i.m, are you ready for this?" you glance at him, while preparing to ask the first question.
"changkyun. you can call me changkyun." he gave a light smile and it seemed like his eyes rested on you unintentionally.
you looked back up at him and tried to hold back your smile (which you failed), as you lightly nod. "changkyun." you repeated.
the minutes had been fun. some funny questions, some deep, some a little tmi. what was very evident on camera though, was like viewers could see the chemistry pouring out the screen. the way your eyes met, the jokes and the teasing, nobody's ever seen changkyun act like this.
the most unexpected thing had been that changkyun was yapping. with you it felt like his guard was down. both of you were comfortable, and it most definitely didn't feel like this was the first time meeting. the talking had been a silly mix of english and korean between you two. it was just pure natural.
his—and your—smiles were not the controlled, camera-ready expressions idols were trained to perfect. these were unguarded, effortless. his were radiant, the ones that you could probably melt to.
and the cameras caught every single one.
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the episode aired a week later, and within hours, social media exploded.
"wait why is changkyun smiling so much?"
"i swear kyun doesn't usually smile this much in interviews... what's going on???"
"the power y/n holds.. i've never seen changkyun like this.."
fans dissected every moment—every small smirk, every full grin. believe it or not, there was already a compilation on tiktok: "i.m smiling for 10 minutes straight because of y/n." put in two different videos.
and the funniest part? none of you even knew.
it wasn't until your group member showed you a video, "y/n, have you seen this?!" that you finally realized.
you watched the clip in disbelief, a little embarrassed. "he really smiled that much..?"
your groupmate spoke, "i mean... yeah. and not just polite smiles. like, full-on 'i'm into her' kinda smiles."
though, after the shoot, what nobody knew was he managed to score your number where no one was around.
and just like that, something unspoken settled between you.
it wasn't scripted. it wasn't forced. it was just two idols, unexpectedly clicking a little too well.
but for now, you both had to keep it private for a little while longer.
pairing: kihyun x fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff, comfort
word count: 726
a/n: requested! this is so :') i could just melt i swearrrr
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kihyun walked through the front door, his bag slipping off his shoulder and landing with a dull thud on the floor. he didn't even bother turning on the lights as he walked further inside, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a ton of bricks.
his head was pounding, his muscles ached, and frustration was bubbling up in his chest, threatening to spill over.
nothing had gone right today. absolutely nothing.
you were curled up on the couch, waiting for him, when you heard the door close. the moment you saw him standing there in the dim light, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy with exhaustion, your heart clenched.
"kihyun?" you sat up, concern lacing your voice.
he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before finally looking at you. "hey," he said, voice rough and tired. that was all. just hey. no teasing remark, no dramatic entrance like usual.
something was definitely wrong.
without another word, you got up and walked over to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "are you okay?"
kihyun let out a humourless chuckle, shaking his head. "not really," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. he avoided your gaze, but you could see it—the exhaustion, the frustration, the way he was holding everything in, like he didn't want to burden you with it.
but you weren't about to let that happen.
you took his hand in yours and squeezed gently. "come here," you said softly, leading him to the couch. he followed without resistance, letting you pull him down beside you.
the moment he sat, you turned to him, brushing a few strands of hair away from his forehead. "do you wanna talk about it?"
kihyun sighed, staring at the floor. "it was just... a mess. practice was terrible. i kept messing up, and i could tell everyone was getting frustrated, which only made me more frustrated. then the recording session was even worse, and i had to redo so many takes, i thought i was really gonna lose my mind." his hands curled into fists on his lap. "i just— i feel like i wasn't good enough today."
your chest ached at the way he said it, so quiet and defeated. kihyun, who always pushed himself so hard, who always wanted to be his best—hearing him doubt himself like this made your heart hurt.
without thinking, you scooted closer and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug. he instantly melted against you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder.
"i'm sorry today was so hard," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "but you are so much more than one bad day, kihyun. you always give your all, and that's what matters."
he let out a shaky breath, tightening his hold on you. "i just... hate feeling like i'm not good enough."
"you are good enough," you said firmly, pulling back just enough to look at him. you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. "you are so, so talented, kihyun. you care so much about what you do, that's why you're amazing. one tough day doesn't change that."
his eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders slightly easing. "how do you always know what to say?" he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost like he was afraid to let himself believe your words.
you smiled, brushing a kiss against his forehead. "because i love you, and i see how incredible you are. even if you don't."
a slow, small smile curled at his lips, and it made your heart flutter. "i don't deserve you," he muttered, his hands finding your waist and pulling you even closer.
"you totally do," you teased, poking his cheek, "and i'm not going anywhere, so you better get used to me reminding you how great you are."
kihyun let out a soft chuckle, the first real one of the night, and it made you feel like you'd won a tiny victory. he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment.
"can we stay like this a little longer?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper as he tucked his head into your neck.
you nodded, wrapping your arms around him again, "for as long as you need."
pairing: hyungwon x fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff, a pinch of suggestive
word count: 987
a/n: for @wonkierideul 😝 i blushed writing this HELP.
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the rain outside taps lightly against the windows, a soft rhythm that fills the quiet apartment.
the city beyond is blurred by mist, glowing lights scattered like stars in the night sky. the air smells like lavender and fresh linen, a warm setting into the space that makes it feel like time itself has slowed.
and in the middle of it all, you're wrapped in hyungwon's arms, pressed against his chest as he lazily plays with your fingers.
it's late, but neither of you feels like moving. the couch is soft beneath you, but hyungwon's embrace is softer.
his hoodie is slightly oversized, the fabric pooling around his wrists, and his hair is still damp from the shower he took earlier. he smells like something fresh and faintly sweet, something that makes you want to bury yourself deeper in him.
"you're quiet," he murmurs, his voice slow and drowsy. his fingers trace light patterns on the back of your hand, absentminded but soothing. "what're you thinking about?"
"you," you say simply.
he hums in approval, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. "good answer."
you roll your eyes but can't help the way your heart stumbles when he shifts, his other hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips barely graze your skin, but the touch sends warmth straight to your chest.
"you're so warm," you murmur, nuzzling into the fabric of his hoodie.
hyungwon chuckles, the sound low and soothing. "that's because you're cold," he says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "you always are."
you scoff lightly. "are you saying i use you for warmth?"
"i'm saying i let you," he corrects, a teasing glint in his eyes.
you huff, but the truth is, he's right. his body is like a personal heater, and right now, with the rain whispering outside and the lights dimmed, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.
his fingers continue their slow, feather-light tracing over your skin, traveling from your hand to your wrist, up the length of your arm. it's a simple touch, but it makes you hyperaware of how close he is, how easy it would be for him to feel the way your heart is racing against his.
"you know," he murmurs after a moment, "i could stay like this forever."
your heart skips.
there's something about the way he says it—so quiet, so certain, like he's not just speaking in passing but actually meaning it.
you pull back just enough to look at him, only to find out he's already watching you. his gaze is unreadable, but there's something soft about it, something so tender that makes your breath catch.
"you always say things like that," you whisper, feeling shy all of a sudden.
hyungwon smiles, brushing his nose lightly against yours. "because i always mean them."
your chest tightens, warmth spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers. you don't know how he does this–how he makes the most simple moments feel like something out of a dream.
you swallow, trying to steady yourself. "then don't just say it. show me."
his smile falters for a split second, like he wasn't expecting that. but then his expression shifts, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes before he exhales softly.
and then—without hesitation—he tightens his hold on you, pulling you impossibly close until there's barely any space left between you. his arms secure you against him, his chin resting against the top of your head, his heart beating steady and strong beneath your ear.
"this enough proof for you?" he whispers.
you barely manage to nod, too flustered by the sudden closeness and his grip on you.
but hyungwon isn't done.
he shifts slightly, his fingers tracing slow, delicate lines down your spine. his lips press against the top of your head, lingering there before trailing lower—his forehead brushing against your temple, the tip of his nose grazing your cheek. his movements are slow, deliberate, like he's savouring every inch of contact.
and then—so soft you almost miss it—he whispers, "i love you."
your entire body stills.
hyungwon has said sweet things before. he's teased you, made you blush, made your heart race a thousand times over. but this—this is different. this isn't a passing flirtation or an attempt to fluster you. this is real.
your fingers tighten around the fabric of his hoodie as you pull back just enough to look at him. he watches you carefully, his expression unreadable, like he's waiting for you to run.
but you don't.
instead, you reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands. your thumb brushes over his cheek, and for once, he's the one who looks flustered. his breath hitches slightly, his lips parting as if he wants to say something more—but you don't give him the chance.
instead, you close the distance, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
it's slow—unhurried, warm, like sinking into something familiar yet electrifying all at once. his hands move to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as he deepens the kiss just slightly, just enough to make your stomach flip.
when you finally pull away, your foreheads remain pressed together, the air between you thick with something unspoken but understood.
"i love you too," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.
hyungwon exhales sharply, a soft, breathless laugh escaping him before he pulls you right back into his arms.
"took you long enough," he murmurs, voice filled with nothing but warmth.
You roll your eyes but let yourself sink into him, smiling against his hoodie as his fingers trace soft shapes against your back.
the rain outside continues to fall, the city stretching beyond, but none of it matters.
because right now, wrapped in hyungwon’s arms, you realize that this—this quiet, sleepy, love-filled moment—is home.
