MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

First meeting

1993

You stayed at your aunt's house after coming back from a business trip. Their mother asked if you could babysit your cousins for the day, and you agreed without hesitation. The kids excitedly asked if you could take them to Neverland Ranch so they could play and enjoy the rides. You happily said yes and drove your way there.

You always visit Neverland whenever you spend your vacation at your aunt's. Ever since you were young, you've dreamed of meeting your ultimate idol—the man of your dreams, Michael Jackson. You had always hoped to see him during your visits, but you never got the chance. He was often busy rehearsing, touring, and managing his career. This would be your third visit to Neverland, and your excitement was impossible to hide.

As soon as you arrived and parked the car, your cousins rushed out, running straight toward the entrance.

"Hey, slow down! Wait for me!" you called out as you hurried after them.

"Come on, Y/N! Let's go to the rides!" your younger cousin said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

You weren't particularly fond of rides since they made you dizzy, but you didn't have much choice. You needed to stay close to your cousins and make sure they were safe while they enjoyed themselves. After going on four rides in a row, you began to feel lightheaded and slightly nauseous.

"Guys, can we please take a break? I'm starting to feel sick," you said, trying to laugh it off.

Your cousins only teased you, calling you a loser, but you laughed along with them, not taking it seriously. Eventually, they asked if they could play on the swings with the other kids instead, and you agreed.

"Finally... I can rest," you muttered to yourself.

Just as you were about to sit on a nearby bench, you noticed a group of children lining up for ice cream. Feeling a bit hungry, you decided to join the line.

You ordered chocolate and, after a few minutes, returned to your seat with your ice cream in hand. As you sat there, you quietly observed the surroundings. Children running freely, laughing, and playing without a care in the world. The sight made you smile.

"Why are they so adorable?" you whispered to yourself.

You've always loved children, and somehow, it reminded you of Michael Jackson, his well-known love and care for them. As you absentmindedly enjoyed your ice cream, a man wearing a mask and a hat approached you.

"Excuse me... do you mind if I sit here?" he asked politely.

You gave him a small smile and nodded. "Sure."

He sat beside you, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you.

"They're adorable, aren't they?" he said, glancing at the children nearby.

"They really are," you replied softly. "Just look at them... they seem so happy and innocent." You let out a small laugh as you finished your ice cream, reaching into your bag for wipes.

"I'm really glad this place exists for them," you added. "Michael did something truly special here. Don't you think he's one of the best people in the world?"

The man fell silent for a moment before responding.

"Why do you think of him that way?" he asked calmly. "He has flaws too, you know."

"Well... of course he does," you said. "Everyone does. But to me, he's different. He's kind, gentle, and the way he cares for children? It's genuine. I just wish more people could see him like that, instead of judging him so harshly." You paused, sighing quietly. "He has a beautiful soul in a world that didn't understand him. I've always wanted to meet him... even just once."

You noticed him chuckle softly. You turned to him, slightly confused. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, not at all," he said. "It's just... interesting hearing someone talk about him like that."

You narrowed your eyes slightly. "You don't agree?"

Instead of answering right away, he slowly reached up and removed his hat.

Your breath caught. Then, without a word, he pulled down his mask.

And just like that, everything clicked. It was him. Michael Jackson.

"Hello," he said gently, offering his hand. "I'm Michael Jackson."

For a moment, you were completely speechless.

"Oh-uh... hi," you managed to say, nervously taking his hand. "I'm Y/N."

Your heart was racing uncontrollably, and you could feel yourself growing more anxious by the second. The fact that he was standing right in front of you felt surreal.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. "You seem a bit nervous."

"I just... I've been your fan for as long as I can remember," you admitted, stumbling slightly over your words. "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you right now."

He smiled warmly. "That's very kind of you. Thank you." You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"Would it be okay if I asked for a hug?" you said, gathering a bit of courage.

He looked slightly surprised but quickly smiled. "Of course," he said.

He stepped closer and opened his arms, and you gently wrapped yours around him. He hugged you back just as warmly. The moment lingered longer than you expected, and somehow, it felt real in a way you couldn't explain.

When you pulled away, your eyes stung slightly, overwhelmed by the moment.

"I didn't expect today to turn out like this," you admitted softly.

He smiled. "Neither did I." There was a brief pause before he spoke again.

"Would you like to meet again tomorrow?" he asked. "Maybe around 8 in the morning?"

You blinked, surprised—but you didn't hesitate.

"Yes... I'd love to."

He asked for your number, and you quickly gave it to him. He wrote it on the back of his hand with a small smile.

"Thank you," he said. "It was really nice meeting you, Y/N."

"You too," you replied, still trying to process everything.

As he walked away, you sat there for a moment, completely frozen.

Then it hit you.

"Oh my God..." you whispered to yourself, barely containing your excitement. "He wants to see me again tomorrow."

You quickly looked around, making sure no one noticed your reaction—but inside, your heart was already celebrating.