Nameless-Monster

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a nameless monster.

The monster was dying to have a name.

So the monster made up his mind, and set out on a journey to look for one.

But the world was such a very large place.

The monster split in two, and went on separate journeys.

One went east.

The other headed west.

The one who went east came upon a village.

There was a blacksmith who lived at the village’s entrance.

“Mr. Blacksmith, please give me your name!” said the monster.

“I can’t give you my name!” replied the blacksmith.

‘If you give me your name, I’ll go inside you and make you strong,“ said the monster.

"Really?” said the blacksmith, “If you make me stronger, I’ll give you my name.”

The monster went into the blacksmith.

And so, the monster became Otto the blacksmith.

Otto was the strongest man in town.

But then one day he said, “Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside of me is getting bigger!”

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

The hungry monster ate up Otto from the inside out.

Once again, he was a monster without a name.

Next, he went into Hans the shoemaker.

However…

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

Once again, he went back to being a monster without a name.

Then, he became Thomas the hunter.

But soon…

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

Back he went to being a monster without a name.

The monster next went to a castle to look for a nice name.

He came upon a very sick boy who lived in that castle.

“If you give me your name, I’ll make you strong,” said the monster.

The boy replied, “If you can make me healthy and strong, I will give you my name!”

So the monster jumped right into the boy.

And the boy became full of vigor.

The king was overjoyed.

He announced, “The prince is healthy! The prince is strong!”

The monster became quite fond of the boy’s name.

He was also quite pleased with his royal life in the castle.

So he controlled himself no matter how ravenous his appetite became.

Day after day, despite his growing hunger, the monster stayed put inside the boy.

But finally, the hunger just became too great…

“Look at me! Look at me!” said the boy, “The monster inside of me has gotten this big!”

The boy devoured the king and all his servants.

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

The castle was lonely now with everyone gone, so the boy left on a journey.

He walked and walked for days.

And then one day, the boy came upon the monster who had gone west.

“I have a name!” said the boy, “And it’s such a wonderful one at that!”

But the monster who went west replied, “Who needs a name? I’m perfectly happy without one. After all, that’s what we are - nameless monsters.”

The boy ate up the monster who went west.

At last he had found a name, but there was no longer anyone to call him by it.

Such a shame, because Johan was such a wonderful name.

—  The Nameless Monster, from Naoki Urasawa’s Monster
Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi x Oc )

Read Part 1 Here

Genre : unhealthy relationships. Married Au. A bit of an asshole yoongi. But he has his reasons.  

Rating : Mature.

part 2/?

“I want a divorce”.

Yoongi stared at me, his gaze steady and not even all that surprised. 

He finished knotting his tie and grabbed his jacket, still looking completely exhausted and unconcerned.

“That’s not going to happen. my father would never allow it.”

“i don’t care about your father!” i said angrily. 

“do you want me to apologize for being born as a Min, Y/N?  I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. That’s all I can say. divorce isn’t an option. My parents would never agree. They’ll threaten to destroy everything I’ve built up over the years and i can’t risk that. I’ll stay out of your way. You  don’t have to see me if you don’t want to. i understand you don’t want to be with me but that’s all i can do for you.  Because this marriage isn’t ending. “

“You’re being unfair..” i choked out.

“i’m not. And just so you know, nothing’s changed. i’m still the man you married. i’ll ask jiyeon to leave today if that’s what bothers you so much. … you don’t have to worry about her.” 

and the way he made it sound, like it was my fault for wanting her gone. like it was perfectly reasonable for a man to have a wife and an ex fiancee who wasn’t even an ex in the first place. 

“How can you say that? Everything’s changed. She’s the one you want.!!” 

His eyes flared with annoyance. 

“I won’t break our marriage vows.” He said sharply, making me want to punch him in the face. 

“You broke every vow you made to me!” i snapped back. 

He rolled his eyes. 

“you’re being dramatic.  i never cheated on you. Never will.  so stop looking at me like that.”  

 But she works with you. don’t act as if you can’t have an affair with her is you wanted to. even if you did , your parents wouldn’t really mind would they? they would let you do as you please, as long as you made sure your stupid, helpless wife stayed by your side. 

“I hate you.” i snapped , momentarily meaning it. 

He sighed. 

“i won’t tell you not to. Like i said,  I can only apologize.” 

“ i don’t want your damn apology.” 

He stayed quiet and the urge to reach out and claw at him, to demand something, anything was so strong that i had to clench my fists on my knees, just to keep myself from launching myself at him.

why did he look so calm and composed? Had he not cared about me at all? Not even an ounce? After everything i’d done for him! i had never been frugal with giving myself to him.

My body, my soul … everything.

i thought of all the nights i would sit in front of the TV watching reports about accidents or tragedies. About young children abused, about them being hurt by nameless monsters and how i would wonder if yoongi was helping that kid right that moment, using his clever surgeon hands to sew them back together.

and i thought of how he would come home in the wee hours of the morning, hair stuck up in all directions, eyes wild from being awake for more than 30 hours, his body haggard from fighting against death and pain and how he would practically crumble into my arms in the bed.

and i would try to comfort him , letting him curl into my arms when he was tired. Stroking his hair as he tossed and turned sleeplessly, kissing away his tears when he lost a particularly young patient despite his best efforts.

How could someone not reciprocate even a little bit?

Was it so difficult , to love me? What did i do wrong?

but then, it didn’t matter anymore, did it? it was time to be a big girl now. Cut my losses, don’t look back . if he didn’t love me that was okay.

he could at least just….

“ Let me go.” I whispered out loud

. yoongi sighed and turned around before stepping close and kneeling in front of me. I stared at him, his hands reaching out to brush back my hair and i stiffened..

“it’s.. it’s not that simple.” He said finally and i pulled away from his touch.

“why not? i want to leave and it’s obvious you don’t want me here!”

“i never said i don’t want you here. stop putting words in my mouth. “ He frowned.

I laughed in disbelief.

“Yes.. all you said was that you’re in love with another woman. “ i cried out.

“I never said that either. I told you that i was in love with her, the last time i saw her. I don’t know anymore, okay? I haven’t thought about her in… a long time and I’m married to you now. That changes things. “ He said stiltedly and it only made the blood boil inside my veins.

“Oh poor you!  Two women to choose from , what a pitiful fate… “ i scoffed. “ you’re insufferable. You never treated me like a wife , and so far, I’ve put up with all the awful stuff you put me through. But it ends now. i want out. i want a divorce.  it’s that simple.” i hissed.

his jaw tightened and he stood back up, eyes going oddly cold.

“ it’s not ! If it was, we would have divorced a long time back, Y/N. if it was, i never would have married you in the first place. This is my family we’re talking about. You think you can walk out of this marriage that easily? “ there’s no cruelty in his tone, just a level headed rationality that makes me angrier.

“Stop calling it a damn marriage! it was never a marriage it was a bloody business deal! a contract !! Your family hated me!! You hated me!! ”

Something seemed to snap inside him . he reached out without warning and gis fingers closed over my throat, cutting off air and choking me. i gasped and clawed at his wrists till he let go, only to grip both my arms, so hard that i knew there would be bruises. 

i whimpered as he yanked me close, till my face was inches from his. 

“Damn right, i hated you ! “ he snarled, eyes blazing , “ because i had to pay for everything that your incompetent , cheat of a father did ! He was the one who didn’t know when to stop being greedy! He gambled away everything you had and landed in prison and just because my father didn’t want to see his friend’s family begging on the streets , he let you marry me! so , don’t forget that if it weren’t for me and my family, you would likely be a whore in the -”

he stopped, blinking and biting his lips but the words were as clear as if he had said them out loud. 

 whore in the streets. 

I felt tears spring out, hurt permeating the deepest reaches of my soul as I went limp in his arms.

He swore and drew me close.

“Fuck.. i didn’t.. that’s not what i mean.. Y/N… I’m sorry, baby…i didn’t mean that. You know i didn’t…i got carried away, please don’t…”  

I pushed him away. 

“Get out.” I said , voice shaking horribly. 

He stared at me. 

“I care about you. you’re still my wife. That hasn’t changed.” He said uselessly, like the words even held any meaning anymore. 

and then he was shrugging on his jacket, grabbing the pristine white coat and his stethoscope , reaching forward and actually pressing a  kiss  to my forehead before turning on his heel and leaving. 

i almost drowned in the scent of his cologne, musky and woody pine and my toes curled in pleasure. 

And the body and heart caved, i thought miserably,  even when the mind knew what utter foolishness it was to love this man. 

i felt my shoulders drop in stunned disbelief. 

As i sat there, feeling a bit like someone had taken a vial full of icy despair and injected it straight into my veins, the cold seeping to the furthest reaches of my body, i wondered if this was it. 

i curled into the bed and with shaking fingers , i pressed my palm against my stomach. and I knew, i just knew that there was life inside there. i was carrying his baby, I knew it. Because it felt like I was feeling than my share of pain. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well, i’m surprised you haven’t been to the doctor before, you’re nearly eleven weeks pregnant.” Namjoon wrinkled his nose in reproach as he scribbled furiously into the notepad. 

And the matter of fact tone just made me sink deeper into the chair. So, it was official. My life was over. I tried to dredge up the excitement that had been there, at the prospect of a baby , before I’d learned about jiyeon and Yoongi. but it wasn’t there anymore. 

“Yoongi doesn’t know. Please don’t tell him.” i said dully and he glanced up at me sharply. 

“that’s.. probably not going to happen. i report to him. He’s going to  have to sign off on your file when i’m done with the ultrasound. There’s no way you’re going to hide it from him. “

And this is what happened when you didn’t think straight. i was an idiot. Why had i even come here? It was yoongi’s hospital. 

But it wasn’t an option. 

yoongi’s chauffeur was fiercely loyal to my mother in law and i knew that he always reported to her about anywhere i went .

it would have raised suspicions if i wanted to go to another hospital when my husband actually owned the biggest one in Seoul. 

“come on, Y/N. Put on your gown and we’ll get this going.” Namjoon said cheerfully. 

it was over quickly and I waited outside while Namjoon typed up the report . i sat on the uncomfortable benches, staring at some of the other patients. i had put on a simple white blouse and a pink skirt , nothing fancy and i noticed that most of the women were dressed in plaid and work clothes. they looked happy , however, some of them even accompanied by husbands, who fuzzed around them with whispers of , “ yeobo, do you want more water… “ , “ Yeobo do your legs hurt..” 

I sighed, staring back at the wall. I supposed they were happy, being able to share something amazing together. i placed a tentative palm on my own tummy, which had just began to curve out , barely visible over the loose clothing i wore. i felt apologetic more than anything as I thought of my baby. 

He or she really didn’t deserve such awful parents. 

About ten minutes later, a pretty looking nurse came out with a hard bound file and she gave me a wide smile. 

“Ah! Mrs. Y/L/N ! Are you ready? We can have a final consult with Dr. Min and you’ll be free to go.” ( A/N : i understand that Koreans do not change their surnames after marriage ) 

I felt my eyes bug out in shock.

“Wait-what?! no.. i.. i mean… I don;t have to meet him.. right?” I stuttered out in a panic. 

the nurse frowned.

“Well, it’s protocol. Dr. Min always meets all the new mothers, especially if it’s your first time at the hospital and you haven’t had a kid before. it;s nothing serious, he just likes to keep you well informed and comfortable. He’s a great doctor. everyone loves him.”

 ugh, Min yoongi !! 

I groaned. 

“But isn’t there another doctor? What about.. what about, Dr. Jeon? isn’t he in the dept too?” i said desperately. 

she hesitated. 

“Dr. jeon is a resident. He’ll be there with Dr. yoongi though. Dr. Yoongi’s actually one of the best…”

“i know.. i know.. the best doctors in the world, i know…” i rolled my eyes. 

“oh, come on.. is this because he’s really young and handsome? Don’t worry, Miss. Dr Yoongi has a beautiful wife and he is always turning down even coffee breaks . He loves his wife very much. He won’t hit on you.” she winked playfully. 

i shut my eyes in exhaustion. 

“i… fine. just… which way is it?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 When i stepped into the air conditioned office that was Yoongi’s personal consulting room, he wasn’t there. oh , he was , but he was behind the small partition that cordoned off a part of the room. 

jung kook was sitting in the chair next to Yoongi’s plush leather one and he went slack jawed when he saw me.

“uh.. boss… You should probabaly get out here.” He said softly as i took the small chair used for patients.

Yoongi’s voice from behind the curtain made my jaw tighten. 

“what’s wrong? I thought it was a routine pre natal check up.”

“uh…” Jung kook stared at me and mouthed a silent ,  does he know? 

i shook my head bleakly and the younger kid went into silent guffaws, shoulders shaking as he giggled into clenched fists. 

i smiled grudgingly. it was funny when taken out of context, 

“Well, it is, Patient is 24, first time mother. “

“what’s the due date ? 9th of March. isn’t that your birthday hyung?” jung kook smiled brightly. 

Yoongi chuckled.

“Guess the kid is going to be like me, then.” 

The curtains rustled and yoongi stepped out, the smile freezing on his face as his eyes went wide with shock. He saw me, his eyes fixing on my face and his mouth opening in alarm. 

“Y/n…?” His jaw went slack. 

“I really hope my baby  isn’t anything like you, doctor.” i said sharply. 

Yoongi swallowed. jung kook chortled . 

“Jung kook, please.” He said and Jung kook smiled apologetically  before winking and leaving, carefully closing the door behind him. 

I stayed perfectly still while Yoongi took the seat that was his, still looking shell shocked. 

“ i.. this… how long have you known?” He cleared his throat. i almost shook, surprised and thrown by the gentle warmth in his gaze , the way his arm reached out, like he wanted to hold my hand.  

It’s an illusion. He looks like a dream, but he’s just misery in human form. Don’t be fooled again. 

“I’m your patient. Please don’t ask me anything that isn’t protocol.” I said coolly, willing myself not to start bawling. 

Yoongi sighed.

“i already apologized for-”

“I’m leaving…” i made to get up but he quickly gripped my wrists.

“Okay.. fine. Fine. i’ll give you space, If you don’t want to talk about it then fine. that’s fine. just… are you nauseous?” He said casually, slipping into doctor mode easily. 

i shook my head.

“i was.. but now i’m not.” I shrugged.

“i see. Well, you’re almost finishing up on your first semester. i’ll be prescribing a few more supplements and vitamins. Be sure to take them. Are you hurting anywhere? Back? legs?”

I shook my head. 

He nodded and signed off on the file, pushing it to me. 

“that’s good. everything seems to be fine. you can give this to the nurse and she’ll fill in the prescriptions for you. Next appointment is two weeks from now. . Although, next time, i would advice you to come with your husband.” He said softly. 

i glared at him. 

“Excuse me?”

“Fathers play an important role in the pregnancy as well. He’s probably really excited at the thought of having a child.  I think he would like to hear about his child too.” He said softly, something soft in his gaze and I clenched my teeth in anger.

 how dare he…he had no right to say such things… nor right to make me feel this way….

  “ His father’s dead to me.” I said sharply, grabbing the file and standing up.

 Yoongi flinched like i’d physically slapped him and the mask on his face slipped a little. He half stood, eyes begging me to understand as he reached out for me. 

“Y/N.. please …” 

“Good bye Dr. Min.” i turned on my heel and walked out, slamming the door shut behind me. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 To Be continued. 

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a nameless monster. The monster was dying to have a name, so the monster set out on a journey to find one. But the world was a very large place. The monster split into two and went on their way. One monster went East. One went to the West. The monster who went to the East found a village. At the village’s entrance there lived a blacksmith. “Mr.Blacksmith, give me your name” said the monster. “I can’t give you my name” the blacksmith replied. “In return for giving me your name, I’ll go inside of you and make you strong.” “Really? If you make me strong, I’ll give you my name.” The monster went inside the blacksmith. Thus, the monster became, Otto the blacksmith. Otto the blacksmith was the strongest man in the village. But then one day… “Look at me, look at me. The monster inside me is getting so big.” He said. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out. Once again, he was a monster without a name.

When he went inside Hans the shoemaker, however… Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. When he went inside Thomas the hunter, but… Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.The monster was nameless once again. The monster went to a castle to find a nice name. Inside the castle lived a sick boy. “If you give me your name, I’ll make you strong.” “If you can heal my illness and make me strong. I’ll give you my name.” The monster went inside the boy. The boy became full of vigor. The king was overjoyed. “The prince is healthy. The prince is healthy.” The monster liked the boy’s name. He also liked living in the castle. So he restrained himself even though he was hungry. Day after day, he would be terribly hungry, but he restrained himself. But the hunger became just too great. “Look at me. Look at me. The monster inside me has gotten this big,” said the boy. The boy devoured the king and and all his servants. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.


Everyone was gone, so the boy went on a journey. He walked for days and days. One day, the boy came upon the monster who had gone west. “I have a name. It’s a wonderful name.” Said the boy. The monster who went west replied. “I don’t need a name. I’m perfectly happy without one, after all, that’s what we are–nameless monsters.” The boy ate up the monster who went west. At last he had found a name, but there was no longer anyone around to call him by it. Such a shame, because Johan was such a wonderful name.

—  “The Nameless Monster” from Monster

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a nameless monster. The monster was dying to have a name, so the monster set out on a journey to find one. But the world was a very large place. The monster split into two and went on their way. One monster went East. One went to the West. The monster who went to the East found a village. At the village’s entrance there lived a blacksmith. “Mr.Blacksmith, give me your name” said the monster. “I can’t give you my name” the blacksmith replied. “In return for giving me your name, I’ll go inside of you and make you strong.” “Really? If you make me strong, I’ll give you my name.” The monster went inside the blacksmith. Thus, the monster became, Otto the blacksmith. Otto the blacksmith was the strongest man in the village. But then one day… “Look at me, look at me. The monster inside me is getting so big.” He said. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out. Once again, he was a monster without a name.

When he went inside Hans the shoemaker, however… Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. When he went inside Thomas the hunter, but… Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.The monster was nameless once again. The monster went to a castle to find a nice name. Inside the castle lived a sick boy. “If you give me your name, I’ll make you strong.” “If you can heal my illness and make me strong. I’ll give you my name.” The monster went inside the boy. The boy became full of vigor. The king was overjoyed. “The prince is healthy. The prince is healthy.” The monster liked the boy’s name. He also liked living in the castle. So he restrained himself even though he was hungry. Day after day, he would be terribly hungry, but he restrained himself. But the hunger became just too great. “Look at me. Look at me. The monster inside me has gotten this big,” said the boy. The boy devoured the king and and all his servants. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.

      Everyone was gone, so the boy went on a journey. He walked for days and days. One day, the boy came upon the monster who had gone west. “I have a name. It’s a wonderful name.” Said the boy. The monster who went west replied. “I don’t need a name. I’m perfectly happy without one, after all, that’s what we are–nameless monsters.” The boy ate up the monster who went west. At last he had found a name, but there was no longer anyone around to call him by it. Such a shame, because Johan was such a wonderful name.