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♡About You♡

~SET IN THE HISTORY ERA~
×MODERN AU×

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You sat there at your work desk, inside your office, as you scribbled down notes on the small piece of paper before you. Your hands were tired, and after glancing at your wrist watch - you noted that the time was six in the evening. You worked as a song writer, so your days were always very busy. You had worked alongside many famous singers, and you were even married to one - Michael Jackson. The two of you had been married for eight years, and things seemed to be perfect for you. Your job was good, and home life was good.

At present moment, you were working on a song for one of your good friends, Bebe Rexha. You were very creative when it came to writing, but right now - your mind was blank. You wanted to write something emotional, and you wanted her next song to be meaningful.

A groan escaped your lips as you sat there, at a complete loss for words. You didn't know what to do. You placed the pen down onto the desk, and leaned back in your leather chair. You sighed and closed your eyes.

"(Y/N)?" a female voice made you open your eyes as you sat up. A smile formed on your face when you saw that it was Bebe. "I was just in the recording studio," she laughed. "How's the song writing going?" she questioned with a sweet smile.

"Not good," you sighed. "I can't seem to think of anything good to write. I want it to be emotional, and I want it to have meaning,"

Bebe stood there, folding her arms. "(Y/N), don't push yourself," she said. "It's six in the evening now, and you should be at home with your husband," she chuckled. "Let's meet up tomorrow morning, and then we'll work on the song together,"

You stared at her, focusing on her features before you sat up and nodded.

"That sounds like a good plan," you smiled, beginning to clear your desk. "I'll see you tomorrow, at eight,"

"See ya," she waved with a cute smile before turning around and leaving.

Once you were on your own, you opened your desk drawer and began to pack your things away. After you were confident that your desk was clear, you pushed the drawer before locking it. You picked up your mobile phone, that was laying on the desk, and checked to see if there were any messages or missed calls from your husband.

None.

"He must be busy," you muttered to yourself, grabbing your hand bag and placing it on the desk, in front of you. "I should get home now," you stood up.

Placing your hand bag over your shoulder, you walked out of your office. Since the door was open, you walked out with ease before pulling it shut.

The entire office was empty except for two colleagues that were your good friends - Jane, and Adam. Adam was seated at the edge of Jane's desk, and he seemed to be flirting with her. You laughed and walked up to them.

"Adam, don't harrass her," you teased.

"What?" he held his hand up to his chest. "Me? No way!" he said dramatically.

Jane rolled her eyes and turned around in her chair to face you.

"He's an idiot, as always," she waved her hand nonchalantly. "Are you going home now?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "I should get back home, Michael's probably waiting for me,"

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Jane exclaimed. "Damn, I wish I was married to a rich, and kind man," she bit her lip. "But the only guy interested in me is this idiot," she gestured to Adam. The man scoffed, and you giggled.