MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

He expresses his love to you pt.4

You slowly opened your eyes as sunlight spilled across your face. Turning to your left, you saw your lovely boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you. For a moment, you just stared.

A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, his soft lips were slightly parted, and faint little snores escaped him. The morning light made his skin look even softer, almost glowing. He looked... unreal.

You smiled to yourself and carefully moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. Instantly, he shifted in his sleep, turning toward you and burying his face into your neck. His warm breath brushed against your skin, making you shiver slightly.

"Wake up, love... it's time for your rehearsal," you whispered softly near his ear.

He only mumbled in response, tightening his hold on you. "Five more minutes, Y/N," he said sleepily before drifting right back into sleep. You laughed quietly, of course.

He had a big night ahead. You knew how hard he worked, so you didn't push him. Instead, you carefully sat up and ordered room service.

"Okay," you said gently. "I'll wake you up when the food is here."

"But the food is already here," he suddenly replied. You blinked. "Huh?"

"You," he said, pulling you back into his arms. "My love... will be my food."

Before you could even react, he started placing soft kisses along your shoulders, up your neck, and onto your cheeks. You giggled, squirming slightly as he continued.
He finally found your lips, giving you gentle, sleepy pecks. You kissed him back just as softly.

His hands rested on your waist, slowly tracing over your skin. You let out a small sound before quickly stopping him, cheeks warming.

"Not again, Y/N?" he asked, pouting dramatically.

"Baby, please... not now," you said softly. "You need to focus for tonight's show."

He turned away instantly like a child being told no. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You can have me after the show," you added, leaning closer. "This body is all yours, my king."

That made him turn back immediately.
"Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Now that sounds better."

He leaned in, voice lower. "You're going to make daddy enjoy tonight." You froze.
Then lightly pushed his shoulder. "Michael!"

He laughed, clearly pleased with himself, and kissed you properly this time. Slow, sweet, and full of affection. Before things could go any further, a knock came at the door.

"I'll get it," he said quickly, getting out of bed.

He was still in his silk red pajamas, hair slightly messy, looking unfairly good for someone who had just been half asleep moments ago. You stared at him from the bed.

How does he look like this in the morning? This should be illegal.

He brought the food back and placed it on the table, and the two of you ate together comfortably.

"So..." you asked, sipping your drink.

"Excited for tonight, baby?"

"Oh, hell yeah," he said immediately, then added with a wink, "It's going to be wild."

You narrowed your eyes. "I meant the show." He paused. "Oh."

Then cleared his throat. "Right. The show. Yes. Absolutely the show."

You laughed. "You really need to stop talking sometimes."

He shook his head, smiling. "But yes... I'm excited. I love performing. I love my fans."

You watched him for a moment, softening. That passion in his voice never failed to amaze you.

Then he set his fork down. "Oh, I did something for you," he said casually. You tilted your head. "What is it?"

"I wrote songs for you," he said, like it was nothing. Your eyes widened. "Wait- what?"

"And I'm performing one of them tonight," he added. You instantly reached for him, hugging him tightly. "Michael..."

He chuckled softly. "I was thinking about you... so I expressed it through music."

You pulled back, smiling so widely your cheeks hurt. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done." He just smiled at you like it was the easiest thing in the world.

A few hours later, he was getting ready to leave for rehearsal. You followed him around like a shadow.

"Baby, I want to see you rehearse," you insisted.

"No," he said gently but firmly. "I want you to see it for the first time tonight."

You pouted. "That's not fair." He laughed, pinching your cheek softly. "You really can't wait, huh?"

You sighed dramatically and sat at the edge of the bed. "Fine..."

"I love you," he said, grabbing his bag.

"I love you more," you replied automatically. He stopped at the door, turned back to you, and smiled. "That's impossible." Then he left.

The rest of the day passed slowly. You watched movies, tried to distract yourself, but your mind kept drifting back to him.

At 4 p.m., your phone buzzed. "Hey baby, show starts at 6. Come by 5 and meet me backstage. Take care. I love you." You smiled instantly.

By 5 p.m., you arrived at the stadium. Even outside, the energy was already electric. Fans everywhere, posters, banners, people screaming his name. It reminded you of something old and familiar.

You used to be one of them. You remembered lining up for concerts, buying albums, screaming until your voice was gone. And now...You were here for him.

Frank guided you through the backstage entrance. The moment you stepped inside, everything felt alive, crew members running around, lights being tested, equipment being adjusted. And there he was. Michael.
Focused, calm, preparing.

You walked up behind him. "Damn, boy... you look very handsome," you said teasingly.

He flinched slightly, then turned immediately. "I didn't hear you come in, baby," he said, smiling as he kissed your cheek.

You looked around in awe. "Everything here is amazing..."

He nodded, still half focused on the stage. "It has to be." Then he gently cupped your face.
"Go now, darling," he said softly. "It's going to get crowded. Stay at the front, okay?"

You smiled. "Good luck, baby. I know you'll be amazing.  He leaned in and kissed you again, it was quick yet soft.

Soon, the stadium filled completely. The crowd roared. Your heart raced. And then, the lights dropped, the music began. He stepped onto the stage. And everything changed.

The crowd exploded into screams "MICHAEL! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!"
You joined them without hesitation. "WOOO! MICHAEL!"

And then he moved. Like the stage was made for him alone. Every step, every spin, every beat, perfect. He didn't follow the rhythm. He was the rhythm. Flawless vocals. Sharp movement. Pure control. Pure energy.

Backstage Michael was soft. But on stage?
He was unstoppable. Electric. Legendary.

The King of Pop wasn't performing for the crowd. He was owning them.

And you... you were right there in the middle of it all, watching him like you were falling in love with him all over again.