"Alright, let's kick things off... So, if I throw some questions your way, are you up for the challenge?" he asked, giving me an adorable glance.
"Sure, hit me with it," I replied.
"What's the capital of the Philippines?" he quizzed.
"Easy, Manila," I answered confidently.
"How about China?"
"Beijing," I said, feeling a tad smug.
"And Japan?"
"Tokyo," I responded, feeling pretty pleased with myself.
"Hmm... you're not too shabby," he remarked.
"Come on, Michael, those are the basics," I said, playfully punching his arm, which made him chuckle.
"You know why?" Suddenly, his tone shifted to something more serious.
"Why?" I asked, meeting his dark, entrancing eyes, his eyebrows adding to the intensity.
"I don't want to overwhelm you," he said softly, brushing his thumb against my cheek, his smile revealing his perfect teeth.
"Is that so?" I teased him lightly.
"Yeah," he replied, clearing his throat. "So, back to our discussion..."
Oh, why did I have to go and do that?
I clenched the insides of my cheek, desperately trying to conceal my embarrassment. Please, God, help me survive this! I never wished for my crush to end up in my room like this. It's making me so nervous; I can't even think straight!
Every time our eyes meet, I swear I can hear my own heart pounding. What if he can hear it too? What will he think of me?
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I shut my eyes tightly and tried to shake off the overwhelming panic.
"Are you thirsty?" I blurted out, cutting him off.
"U-uh... not really, but—" he started to respond.
"I'll get you something," I interrupted, hastily exiting the room and closing the door behind me, exhaling a sigh of relief.
"Fuck me." I whisper
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I returned to the room with two bottles of apple juice and found Michael sitting on the bed, arms crossed.
"Um... what's up?" I asked nervously.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he inquired, his tone serious.
Oh no. This is not good.
What should I do? I panicked internally.
"I-I... no! You're not—" I stammered.
"Then why do I feel like you're avoiding me? If I'm making you uncomfortable, I can talk to our professor about finding you another tutor," he said, his expression clearly showing his frustration.
"W-wait, no! It's not like that! You don't understand," I hurriedly explained.
"Help me understand," he insisted.
"I didn't want things to go like this, but I... I think you should know how I feel about you," I admitted, my voice trembling as I struggled to maintain eye contact.
He furrowed his brow and nodded, prompting me to continue.
"That I like you," I confessed breathlessly, unable to meet his gaze.
He nodded again and rose from the bed, moving closer to me.
"Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't realize," he said softly.
"Do you hate me now?" I whispered, meeting his eyes with uncertainty.
"No," he replied with a smile, brushing his fingers against my cheek.
"I don't mind if you like me. You can like me for as long as you want. I can be your inspiration, your friend, your best friend, or maybe even your boyfriend," he chuckled, gently patting my head.
"I can be whatever you need. Just stay here with me," he said, pulling me into a warm embrace and caressing my back.
I sighed, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Michael," I said, smiling.
"No, thank you for speaking up," he replied softly.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I was waiting for you to say it," he admitted.
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Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)
Fanfiction⚠️Grammatical Errors Fixed⚠️ (2017 book re-imagined) Short stories between you and Michael. Scenes are revised and additional chapters are published.
