MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

He takes care of you

1989

You stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying your makeup as you got ready for your dinner date with your boyfriend, Michael. You were wearing a red satin fitted dress that hugged you perfectly.

He was currently at his studio running a few errands, but he would be picking you up soon.

Yesterday, you had a fever and thought it was already getting better but instead, it got worse. On top of that, your period had started today. You felt weak, exhausted, and the cramps were almost unbearable.
Worst day ever.

All you wanted was to stay in bed all day.
You stared at your reflection, your eyes growing heavy. Slowly, you leaned forward and rested your head on the table, letting out a long sigh. You were about to close your eyes when the door suddenly opened.

It was Michael. He stepped inside wearing a tuxedo that fit him perfectly. He looked... effortlessly masculine and handsome.

You quickly straightened up and smiled.
"Hey baby, you look good," you said.

A bright smile appeared on his face as he walked toward you. He cupped your face gently but his expression quickly changed when he felt your skin.

"Baby, are you sick? You feel really hot," he said with concern. You gave him a weak smile.

"No, I'm fine. Let's just go to dinner, okay?"
You forced yourself to stand, but the moment you did, dizziness hit you hard. You swayed, nearly collapsing until Michael caught you instantly in his arms.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay. We don't have to go," he said softly.

"No, Mike... we already have reservations. We need to go," you insisted, looking up at him.

He shook his head immediately. "You're not okay. I'll cancel it. Just lie down and rest."
Before you could protest again, he lifted you easily into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently.

"Damn, baby... you look beautiful, by the way," Michael said, brushing his eyes over you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Guilt flickered in your chest.

"I'm sorry... we can't go tonight," you whispered. He sat beside you and took off his jacket.

"It's not your fault. I'm sorry you're sick. I'll take care of you, okay? I'll be right back."
He kissed your lips gently, pulled the blanket over you, and ran his fingers through your hair until your eyes grew heavy. Soon, you drifted off to sleep.

Hours later, you woke up slowly.You checked the clock. 1:30 AM. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Michael wasn't beside you. "Where did he go?"

You slowly got out of bed, planning to head downstairs for water, when the door opened again.

Michael walked in carrying a plastic bag.
"Hey baby, why are you up? You should be resting," he said immediately, sitting beside you.

"I slept enough... and I'm kind of hungry," you replied with a small pout.

He chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I made you soup, but I need to heat it up first. And I also bought you medicine... and pads."
He handed you the bag.

You peeked inside and burst into laughter.
"There are so many pads, Mike," you said, amused.

He looked away, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "I didn't know which ones you use..."

You smiled warmly and hugged him, kissing his cheek. "Thank you."

"Let me get your soup," he said quickly, heading back downstairs.

You changed into something more comfortable and climbed back into bed, waiting for him. When he returned, he was holding soup, a bucket of KFC, and a bouquet of red flowers.

Your eyes softened immediately. "I was supposed to give you these at the restaurant," he said, handing you the flowers.

You took them carefully, smiling as you breathed in their scent. "Here's your soup, baby," he said, sitting beside you.

Before you could take it, he pulled it back slightly. You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Do you want me to feed you?" he asked.

"I can do it myself..."

"Nah," he said with a soft smile. "I want to feed my baby." You couldn't help but laugh as he carefully fed you, one spoon at a time.

After you ate and took your medicine, he changed into his pajamas and joined you in bed. The two of you cuddled closely under the blanket.

"Michael... I'm really sorry I ruined our date," you whispered. He sighed, pulling you closer.

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's not your fault. I'm just happy you're here with me. That's all that matters."

He kissed your forehead, and you smiled softly against his chest. You stayed there, talking quietly for a while until sleep slowly took over. His breathing steadied, his arms still wrapped around you, and soon, you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep together.