MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

Reflection

This story sums up whether we ever had the chance to talk to him — truly talk, beyond the fame and the headlines just about the man beneath it all. How much he moved us, healed us, and inspired us to be better. His humility, kindness, and his unwavering heart made him more than a superstar — made him someone we could love forever. Only if he could hear us, maybe he'd know... he wasn't alone.

"It's an honor to perform here. Thank you, and goodnight, Moscow! I love you!"

Michael bowed deeply, blew a kiss to the crowd, and disappeared backstage. From the balcony, you cheered loudly alongside the other ecstatic fans.

"Michael! Michael! Michael!"

Even though he was no longer on stage, the audience kept chanting his name with undying passion. It was clear how deeply they adored him — from the start to the very end of the concert, their energy never waned.

You finally sat down, letting yourself settle as the crowd slowly began to filter out. The stadium had been packed to the brim, and it took nearly an hour for everyone to exit. When the chaos subsided, only a few staff members remained, cleaning up and organizing.

"Y/N?" A tap on your shoulder made you turn around. It was Frank.

"Oh hey, Frank. Where's Michael?" you asked.

"He's still in the shower and needs to go over a few things before we head back to the hotel. He wanted to know if you'd be okay waiting for him here?"

You nodded with a soft smile. "Yeah, of course. Tell him to take his time — I'll wait."

"Alright. Do you want some company? I could call your friend — the makeup artist?" You shook your head.

"No need. She's probably tired. I'm fine here."

Frank gave a small nod and walked away, leaving you alone. The stadium was growing quieter by the minute. Most of the stage lights had been turned off, casting long shadows across the now-empty venue. A soft glow from the moon lit parts of the arena through the open roof, giving the place a surreal calmness.

You waited patiently, but the chill in the air soon made you shiver. You cupped your hands together and blew into them, rubbing them quickly to create some warmth.

"Where is he..." You muttered to yourself, just as a jacket gently fell over your shoulders. You didn't need to look — the scent told you exactly who it was.

You turned around to see your freshly showered boyfriend, his damp curls slightly tousled.

"There he is, my King of Pop" You said and threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. The fresh scent of soap and shampoo made your heart flutter.

"Wow, I'm honored," he said in that familiar, loving voice, returning your embrace.

You giggled softly. "Okay, can I just say... you smell really good right now."

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Uh, I literally just showered. Pretty sure that's expected. Did I smell that bad earlier?" You laughed and playfully hit his arm.

"No, even when you're drenched in sweat, you still smell good for some reason. Wow, you are indeed God's favorite!" You said, and you both laughed.

"You were amazing tonight, Michael! I mean, you always are — but wow! Tonight's performance was just... incredible!" You clapped your hands excitedly, unable to contain your admiration.

He smiled widely in relief that you enjoyed his performance. "Really? Thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed it."

"You must be tired, though. Want to head back to the hotel?" You started to get up, but he gently took your hand.