❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Perfectionist(Bad Era)♥

You sigh and shake your head as you glance at your wrist watch for the umpteenth time. You paced up and down you and Michael's bedroom before collapsing onto the bed once again and sighing heavily.

Michael was still in the dance studio rehearsing - something he'd been doing for seven hours straight. You groaned as you thought about how much time he was spending in the studio and how tired he'd be when he finally came to you.

You fiddled with your fingers once again and stared at the ceiling. You were so bored but you wanted to be able to greet your husband with a smile when he entered the room so you had to wait. You'd been waiting for seven hours and you huffed at the thought of waiting any longer.

"I can't even..." you muttered to yourself as you made your way to the dance studio where - sure enough- Michael was rehearsing the moves to 'Smooth Criminal'; which happened to be your favorite song off of his 'Bad' album.

You shook off your distracting thoughts and narrowed your eyes at the unaware man shuffling his feet skillfully in front of you. You stood at the entrance to the studio for a good twenty minutes and he still hadn't noticed you. He was extremely dedicated to his work and that fact made you smile a little. You cleared your throat and coughed lightly. He stopped dancing and his head snapped in your direction.

"Hi," you smiled shyly as you leaned against the door frame with your arms folded over your chest.

"Hey," he breathed as he rested one hand on his hip while he used the other to wipe sweat off his forehead.

"You've been...working really hard I see," you tried to hint that he'd been gone too long.

"Oh," he chuckled nervously as he realized what you were getting at. "Sorry...I got a little carried away..." he looked at the floor and you giggled.

"It's fine baby...but I think you should go have a shower now and get to bed," you suggested calmly.

"Yeah," he nodded hesitantly as you led him out of the studio and into the bedroom.

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You wake up the next morning and as your eyes flutter open, you realize that Michael's not in bed with you. You glance quickly at the clock on your bedside table and you scoff in annoyance.

It's 5:15am and he's already gone.

You get out of bed and throw your robe on over your nightgown as you search the empty mansion for your husband. As you tread carefully along the corridor, you hear faint music that seems to be resounding from the dance studio.

You shake your head and sleepily make your way to the dance studio. Sure enough...Michael is in front of the wall to wall mirror, rehearsing his moves.

"Michael..." you groan tiredly as you frown at him.

"Oh," he turns around and looks at you worriedly. "What's wrong?" he frowns in concern.

"You not being in bed...that's what's wrong," you put your hands on your hips. "Can't you sleep peacefully with me for once?" you raise an eyebrow.

"It's not like that," he shakes his head as he sighs. "You should get back to sleep...I'll be here," he says, his expression less relaxed.

"No," you stare at him sternly. "I'm not leaving without you...you need to come back to bed," you huff.

"No...I need to rehearse," you can hear him becoming slightly annoyed.

"You can rehearse later..now come back to bed," you state firmly and he throws his head back.

"No I can't! Now please go back to bed and let me be!" he raises his voice and your eyes widen. You are quite awake now.