#i've seen some fics explore it better than i did i just leaned towards the shits and giggles cause

[somdxr]

wanted to wait a little before i posted this but. oh well

[kileyrose-2003]

Tina’s Tuesday Night Mini Fic Pt. 1

Word count: Who cares? Lol

A/N: Hi lovelies! I am back!! First thing, I know. You're probably saying Kiley, wtf? It's not Tuesday. I know. Life happened. I've had a busy past few days and a final today. Anyways, this was something I did with @merci-bitch when the U.S originally went on lockdown. It was a fun way to keep me busy and get my mind off of stuff. We both decided to restart this about a week ago. So, I dedicate this to my dear friend Tina. Love you hun and hope you enjoy this! And please, if you haven't been to her blog to read any of her work, go do so. She works so hard on what she writes and is amazing.

Pt. 2 will be coming next week

To everyone waiting on fics: I'll get there. Eventually. And I'm not going into reasoning. But anyways, love you all and I hope you have a great day!

"...This is the greatest show!" You slammed your hands down on the piano keys and breathed in sharply. "God damn it, Jenny!"

"What?" You let a groan and handed her the sheet music. "Look there at that line there. Do you see that note?”

“I can see, can’t I?” Her bright green eyes lost their cool shade of arrogance when she seen how pissed you look. "Not F!” You pointed to the paper in her hand. “D! You hear that note there?" You pressed down on the key repeatedly. "D!"

"Sorry." The red head smiled at you impishly. "No, you're not. This is the fifth time we've done this and yet you still insist on doing this your own way." She sat next to you on the piano bench and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Well, I think the change makes it sound better.”

“Phineas liked it better this way,” you seethed through gritted teeth. “But what does he know of art?” You could feel your face slowing turning a distinct shade of cherry red and you bit down on your tongue.

"He must of known something with how much you tried to get in his pants," you mused to yourself.

You rolled your eyes. You loved Jenny to death but how you couldn't stand her at times. You tried and tried so desperately to get along with her and compromise when she was like this but no matter what you did, she was stubborn and so..cold at times.

Sure, Jenny was a bit of a snob but she was a genius when it came to music and you respected that. She was what inspired you to take up music in the first place.

Your childhood was far from easy. Before you even joined the circus, you were bounced all over the place. You never belonged anywhere. From the deteriorating cottage in a small, seaside village in Sweden to the cramped one bedroom apartment in London that no one would dare walk past at night. Your father was no where to be seen and your mother was an actress, always struggling to meet ends meet. She was never home, but that wasn't always a bad thing. That meant you got to explore.

That was how you got to hearJenny sing for the first time. Hiding out in the musty attic of an old Swedish theatre. Even before she hit extreme levels of fame, her voice was like a siren's call. Drawing you in further and further in. It still was in a way. She was so beautiful and even as much as she pissed you off, you loved watching her sing. Like the time at the palace. She was eye candy in that dress, the way it hugged her hips and how the bust showed the slightest bit of clevage when you looked at her at just the right angle-

"Stop it, Y/n!" You told yourself. "She's not interested in you."

Or was she? The way she looked at you when you spoke to Phineas was always with such contempt or such jealousy. You could never understand why though. It was her who tried to steal Phineas away. Not you. He was a close friend who gave you a chance when you had nothing and you never so much as even thought of eyeing him in such a manner. Phineas clearly wasn't interested in her or any other woman but his wife. He pushed her away numerous times. Jenny had no reason to be jealous of you. Yet, she was.

‘But it is of me or others though?"

One could never be sure with Jenny. Sure, there was a bit of a rivalry between the two of you when it came to music. But she was your friend. 'Very clingy for just a friend,' you noted.

'That's normal though, isn't it?'

Maybe you were just over thinking things. Besides, the relationship between the two of you seemed to be getting better lately. Ever since the scandal went public, it seemed the two of you were spending more and more time together.

You were the only one who listened to her side of the story, held her when she cried, made sure she wasn't drinking her emotions away, and tried to help her through it. Even as much as she pissed you off. You warned her in the first place not to seek out Phineas but despite the nasty arguments, the constant bickering she became your friend. Maybe even your best friend. Which you got alot of shit for.

Nobody liked Jenny and you were starting to get the feeling you weren't so popular anymore either. Everyone thought after the affair went public, the two of you would of left. Her name as well as yours, was slandered all over the paper simply because you associated with her. You had been called it all. The ring leader, the mastermind, the mistress to the two.

But neither of you resigned. Yet. Part of you wondered how long it would be until either would receive letters of negotiations to end your contract. But either way, you knew Jenny wasn't leaving without you. She promised you that.

'So maybe she does like me.'

Then that small voice came in the back of your head. 'Or maybe you just want her to like you back.'

Either way, you couldn't let that haunt your conscience for now. Even as much as you'd like to visualize a future with her, it wouldn't work. You could feel the heat pooling into your cheeks as you came back to reality and bit down on your lip. Jenny's hand was lingering up and down your back, rhythmically making shapes with the tips of her fingers. Damn her and her touch! You shouldn't be feeling this way.

"Are you okay?" You shook your head and covered your face with your hands, trying not focus on all the pain you felt inside. "No. No, I’m not."

You felt tears burning in the sides of your eyes. "This isn’t working!” Jenny furrowed her brow and tried to move your hands away from your face. “What do you mean?” She was trying to be gentle even though you could tell from the look in her eyes she had no clue what to do.

“This..all of this!” You ripped the sheet music out of her hand and flung it on top of the piano. “Something's got to give,"

She rolled her eyes as if she seen it all before and stood up, walking hastily over to the ice bucket. "Do you not have what you want?" She opened up a bottle of red wine. "Fame? Recogniton?"

"It's not enough and I don't know if I even have any of that anymore." Jenny eyed you as she poured the liquor heavily into both glasses. "I'm not liked here, Jenny."

She handed you your glass and sat down next to you. You eagerly took a sip of the wine, just wanting to forget everything for a little while. "That's not true. I like you." She leaned in closer to you.

You cracked a small grin filled with cynicism. Maybe even a little bit of hostility. Never had you felt so much love and hate towards someone at the same time. "We could both leave." Jenny's voice pulled you out of your head.

"And go where?"

"Back to Sweden with me for the time being." You noticed the intensity in Jenny's eyes growing and she reached out and grabbed your hand. You could feel her nimble gently squeezing into the palm of your hand. "You know I care for you, Y/n."

"Do you?" You tried your hardest not to sound sarcastic, you were still a little mad at her. But god! How close she was to you. You could smell her expensive perfume, see the slight hint of a shimmer radiating off of her lips. "You're fiery and you don't take my shit."

This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. "Jenny, this...there's a possibility this couldn't work." You tried to scoot away from her, a little intimidated by the proximity between the two of you.

"We can try to make it work."

"How?" You eyed her skeptically. "Let me take you out. Let me show you I can make this work." You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why? Need a new fling after Phineas?" You teased.

Jenny wasn't amused by that all. If anything she was pissed but she smiled anyways. Seeming to stoop down to your level with a smile that was sickly sweet. "More like a date."

"And why should I do this with you?" She let go of your hand and placed it on your thigh. "Because I probably understand you alot more than you think." As you looked into Jenny's eyes, you found some level of sincerity mixed into those deep lustful orbs. You wanted to trust her so badly.

"What do I have to lose?" You thought.

Everything. Everything to lose.

"Fine." You gave in, despise everything in your mind screaming not too. "But you have one shot and one shot only."

Jenny nodded and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "And it won't take me more than once to impress. After all, I already made your career." You felt the hair on your arms stand straight up as her hands lingered on you, gently squeezing your hips.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 6. Sharp."

"Yeah," you watched as Jenny walked away, her hair flowing behind her like a beautiful sheath.

You felt a pit growing in the depths of your stomach. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

[mysticmelove]

Hi! I've been reading ur fics, its great i like it ❤ And can i request Jumin who was having an illness since along time ago and Mc has just found it out? Thx :D

*I’m not quite sure if this was the type of illness you meant but I thought it’d be better to go with a disease rather than the flu. Jumin’s drinking habits alone are enough to say he almost most definitely doesn’t have diabetes but I guess we’ll go with it anyway.

His secret

(Jumin x MC)

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It took some time for MC to adjust her life and her belongings into a new setting- the penthouse was much bigger than anything she’d been used to before. Of course, Jumin and the staff were extremely supportive in helping her settle in, but things moved at an undoubtedly fast pace from the second she laid eyes on Jumin in the flesh. Suddenly she was married and living in this home she could have never imagined being able to afford. This home which was comparable to a labyrinth and seeming to swallow all of her belongings.

She’d been there a few weeks and she could have sworn that she’d lose something on an almost daily basis. It wasn’t too strange though, things were bound to disappear within the move somehow. That’s not to say she appreciated the fact one of her eyeshadow palette had gone missing however. She’d been searching for the better part of an hour, eventually ending up on her hands and knees as she searched through the bathroom cabinets. It was highly unlikely it would have found its way down there but she was desperate at this point.

MC sighed, frustrated as she came to the last door. At this point she’d really just accepted that her makeup was gone or lost somewhere amongst everything else in the luxury of their house, yet she persisted. She opened it expecting empty space or more of Jumin’s hair or facial products, which appeared to be in a surprising abundance, but was greeted by neither. Instead, it was full of things she’d never seen; for starters there was a file filled with different sheets of paper work and titled in Jumin’s name, a box of syringes and needles, several prescriptions all in his name, the list went on. MC froze at the sight, taking a second to close her eyes and process what she’d seen. Tentatively, she explored the contents further, opening the cool box alongside the everything else to find more prescription. This time she read them carefully, they were full of vials of insulin. Her mouth was definitely agape now.

In her confusion, MC was quick to grab one of the free vials, holding it tight in her grasp as she took strides towards her husband’s office. Her voice echoed throughout the penthouse, completely ignorant of her tone, “Jumin, could you... Could you explain to me what this is?” She entered his office without a second thought that he might have been in a call. “I mean, I don’t want to pry but as my husband... I just... I’m slightly confused?”

Jumin’s eyes were drawn to her immediately, he said something briefly before he placed his phone down on the desk. He sighed with a smile: “I love the sound of your voice, MC, but–”

“Were you going to tell me about this?” MC questioned, placing the insulin down on his desk before folding her arms over her chest. Her eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head: “I think I figured it out but for the sake of clarity...” She felt awful for interrupting him but she was too far gone now.

“Ah...” he picked up the bottle, examining it quietly, “You appear to have stumbled upon my insulin, it’s really nothing for you to worry about.” He placed it back down, returning to his work as if nothing had happened.

MC’s eyes grew wide as she scoffed at his words: “Nothing to worry about? Jumin, I’m your wife now, it is very much something for me to worry about.”

Jumin lent back in his chair, folding his own arms in return, “And as my wife I don’t wish to worry you, my love.”

“It’s too late for that. I mean, what if something happened and you needed insulin and I didn’t know or if your sugar levels get too low or if–”

“MC, calm down,” Jumin interrupted her rambling, laughing ever so slightly, “Look, I’ve managed this for years and years on my own and I have a good nutritionist for a reason. I can assure you it’s all under control.”

His wife didn’t retaliate immediately, instead actually taking in his words for a moment to think. It made sense for Jumin to explain and react in that way; the fact he had probably had this all of his life, not to mention he was one to much rather prefer being to the point. Still, there were many things she did have questions about.

With a hum, MC made her way around his desk- Jumin was quick to roll his chair back and allow her space to sit on his lap. He sighed, placing his pen down as she fiddled with his tie mindlessly. She chewed at her bottom lip before she spoke: “...Surely you shouldn’t drink as much alcohol as you do...”

“I shouldn’t do that anyway,” he scoffed, “but who doesn’t appreciate a glass of red wine. As long as I balance it out with food and check my glucose levels it’s fine, honestly.”

MC nodded silently, her eyes being drawn to his before she had a sudden thought. “I’ve never seen you check your levels,” she blurted out, her mouth agape once more. “I’ve never seen you take insulin either.” She glared at him slightly with the realisation of just how much he’d kept from her in the time they’d been together.

Jumin’s hands fell to hold her waist, his doe eyes looking to her apologetically. “I didn’t think you’d want to see me sticking needles in myself, my love. I wasn’t hiding it from you...”

“You were sheltering me from it though, weren’t you?” She cocked her head to the side, her tone patronising yet loving in the same respect.

“Possibly.”

“And you didn’t think it would matter if I never found out?” Jumin fell painstakingly silent at her words, his eyes shifting discreetly away from her smug face. She laughed at his expression, cupping his cheeks gently between her palms, “I’ll forgive you. As long as I’m kept well informed, ok?”

He sighed in response, leaning into her touch, “Meaning?”

“Well...” she pondered innocently: “Say I was worried about you or I thought you were too stressed and not paying attention... Would you check your sugar levels if I asked?”

“MC, that’s–”

She didn’t let him get another word in before she continued, “No, I know that’s probably ridiculous but I just want to know you’re okay at all times. Despite the fact you say you’re fine, I can’t help but worry.”

“It’s fine,” Jumin assured her sweetly. “I wouldn’t mind if you were that concerned.” Her eyes lit up ever so slightly, overjoyed by the fact he’d let her be involved. Without a word, she scanned him up and down- a question on her mind- but Jumin was much quicker to answer. “I’ve checked it recently, my love. It was 6.3, perfectly normal, nothing for you to worry about.”

“Good,” she beamed, placing a tender kiss on his lips with a smile. “Just promise me you won’t keep any more secrets like this from me again.”

With care, he threaded a hand through her hair. “Of course, my love. Never again.”