MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

He expresses his love to you pt.3

"Michael!" You ran toward him, tears already falling.

"Y/N, baby," Michael said softly, opening his arms as he caught you. He hugged you tightly and spun you around, like he couldn't believe you were really there. You clung to him, not letting go, staying in his arms for several seconds.

"I missed you, love. I'm so happy to see you," he said gently, cupping your face and wiping your tears. But you couldn't even speak—you just kept crying.

"Okay, lovebirds, I get it. You missed each other. Now go to your room," Frank said jokingly.

You and Michael both laughed through your tears. "Thank you so much, Frank. I owe you one," Michael said, grabbing your hand and your suitcase.

He led you down the hallway to his room. You followed closely behind, still trying to calm your heart.

When he opened the door and stepped inside, he barely had time to close it before you jumped into his arms again, cupping his face and kissing him deeply.

"Oh my God... I miss these lips of yours," you said breathlessly before kissing him again.

He kissed you back just as passionately, walking you toward the bed without breaking it. Carefully, he laid you down, hovering over you.

"Y/N, sweetie... I missed you more than you can imagine," Michael said before kissing you again, trailing soft kisses down your neck.

A soft sound slipped from you, and he paused only for a second, smiling against your skin. "I miss everything about you... especially this," he murmured.

"That's right, baby... moan for me," Michael added playfully, continuing to leave gentle marks along your neck.

But you gently stopped him. "Hey... why? What's wrong?" he asked, still hovering above you.

You hesitated, not wanting to ruin the surprise you had planned for after the show tomorrow.

"Let's just talk for a bit, Michael," you said softly. He pouted slightly. "But I wanted to kiss you mo—"

You pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him. "No buts, baby. I have a lot of questions for you."

He sighed dramatically but sat up beside you. "What is this? An interview?"

You laughed. "I just want to know how you've been... what you've been doing."

"As usual," he said with a small shrug "Rehearsals, writing songs, repeat."

"Sounds boring," you teased.

"Yeah, but it's better now," he said, looking at you with a soft smile. "Now that you're here." You giggled and kissed his cheek.

For a moment, you both just stared at each other. His brown eyes softened as he looked at you like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

"You know, Michael... five years with you still doesn't feel real," you said quietly. "I still fall for you every day, just like when we started. The spark never left. The butterflies... everything about you still gets me. I don't know how I got so lucky ending up with you."

He looked down, cheeks turning slightly pink. "C'mon, Y/N... you're making me shy," he said softly. You both laughed.

"But seriously," he said after a moment, his voice gentler, "the bed feels empty without you during tour. I think about you all the time. You're always on my mind. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you. You make my world feel complete... I love you to the moon and back."

His hand brushed your cheek as he spoke.
Tears welled in your eyes again.

"Why are you such a crybaby, Y/N?" he teased softly, pulling you into a hug.

"Shut up, Michael," you said, lightly hitting his chest. "I love you more than anything."
He smiled—bright, soft, and completely devoted—and kissed you gently.

After a while, you both stayed wrapped in each other's arms. "So... what do you want to do?" Michael asked quietly.

You sighed. "Honestly? I'm tired from the flight, and I'm sure you are too. You need to rest early for tomorrow. You have to impress a lot of people, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty?" he repeated, confused.

"You're the King of Pop," you said dramatically, bowing slightly. "I must show respect."

He laughed loudly. "Stop it, Y/N... but thank you. I'll take that title any day."

"You really like being called that, huh?" you teased as you went to unpack and change into your pajamas.

"You started it," he said with a grin. "I did not," he replied, watching you casually change like it was nothing new between you.

He shook his head, amused. "You know exactly what you're doing."

"Go change into your PJs, Your Majesty. We're sleeping early," you teased him again. He pouted. "Stop calling me that."
He said and walked over and gently pulled you closer by the waist.

"Okay, okay, baby" you said, laughing softly.

"Better," he smiled. "I like it when you call me that... especially when you say my name like that." You rolled your eyes, already used to his teasing.

A little later, he came back from the bathroom holding a bouquet of red roses.

"Oh my God, Michael... thank you. They're beautiful," you said, taking them and smelling the flowers.

"Anything for the woman I love," Michael said softly with all love and admiration in his voice. "Happy anniversary again, Y/N."
He leaned in and kissed you which you kissed him back immediately.

"Happy anniversary, Applehead," you whispered with a smile.