Michael Jackson

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The drums of "Bad" started playing, and everyone lost their minds. The audience started screaming and shouting. You smiled as he began performing and sang along with him.

You watched proudly as he performed a few songs, the cameraman focusing on you every once in a while.

And then came "The Way You Make Me Feel."

You loved this song, mainly because of the number of times he'd sung it for you in your living room or in the kitchen while you were washing dishes, making you laugh at his antics.

Tatiana entered, surprising everyone, and Michael followed her around the stage while singing the lyrics, creating a scene for the audience just like in his music video.

After a while, both of them came to the center of the stage, facing each other as Michael continued to sing. Tatiana leaned closer, and just as Michael was about to turn, she closed the gap and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Oh shit was the first thing that Michael thought.

The camera immediately panned to you as you sat there in surprise, your eyebrows raised, clearly showing your distaste and not caring about the camera in your face.

Your mind went blank, and so did his. His eyes widened for a quick second as she did that, and he moved away before she could keep her arms around him.

He couldn't really focus on the performance anymore. He locked eyes with you and saw the look on your face, which made his heart race.

You stayed quiet for the rest of his performance, not smiling and clapping like you had earlier. Meanwhile, Michael was rapidly thinking of ways to explain it to you.

As the performance ended, he immediately gave Tatiana a look and said, "You absolutely had no right to do that Tatina. Just so you know, we ain't going to perform anymore." Then he rushed to the restroom.

He splashed water on his face and scrubbed his lips harder than necessary, which had touched Tatiana's a few moments ago. He stared at his reflection and felt so bad imagining how you must've felt while everyone was looking at you.

He settled down beside you and tried to grab your hand, but you pulled away, looking forward.

"Baby," he said in his pleading tone while facing you, which made your heart melt, but you stayed strong.

He took hold of your hand forcefully, keeping it between both of his hands.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but you have to hear me out."

"Not now, Michael."

His heart broke at the distant tone. He looked at you for a long second with his pretty brown eyes and then leaned back in his seat, looking at the stage while not letting go of your hand.

The night ended with both of you winning multiple awards as you got ready to go home. Michael's hand rested on your waist as he guided you to the car along with Bill.

"Michael, how do you feel about kissing another woman while having a wife?"

"Are you having an open marriage?"

"Y/N, what do you think about your husband kissing another woman?"

"Is this a marketing strategy?"

"Michael, was the kiss planned?"

The questions were being fired left and right as you both made your way to the car, making you increasingly agitated.

"No, it was an accident. I love my wife too much do something like that. Stop it," he said to the reporters, loud and clear, before opening the door for you.

Your heart warmed at that as he settled beside you and closed the door while Bill started driving.

"Baby, can you please look at me?" he asked, his body completely turned toward you as he held your upper arm.

"Let's talk when we get home, Michael."

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Call me by my name."

You rolled your eyes. "Michael—"

He cut you off. "No."

You scoffed and looked out the window.

Bill looked at both of you through the mirror, sensing the tension, and tried to break it.

"What an eventful night. Am I right?"

"Indeed, an eventful night," you replied, your jaw tight.

Michael closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and slowly turned forward so he could throw daggers into Bill's head with his stare.

Bill sensed it and tried to hide his laugh by clearing his throat as you finally reached home.

......

After removing your makeup and jewelry, you tried to remove your dress. Michael came up behind you and slowly began undoing the buttons of your corset.

You tried to move away, but his hands shot up to your bare shoulders and pulled you back against him.

"Baby, seriously, how long are you going to keep this up?" he asked, trying to catch your eyes in the mirror.

"As long as I want to," you said, not looking at the mirror.

"You need to hear me out, pretty girl," he pleaded as his hands worked on the buttons.

"I swear I didn't know she was going to pull that move. I was just as surprised as you."

You rolled your eyes, being petty.

"Sure you were."

He nuzzled his face into your neck, his hands sliding inside the corset to rest on your waist as he hummed.

"Mhm, I really was, baby."

You moved your neck away at that.

"Don't let your 'Tatiana lips' touch my skin."

He paused for a moment, chuckling, and turned you around to face him. His hands rested on your ribcage while his thumbs caressed your sides.

"Baby, I washed my lips right after the show. C'mon, mama, don't be so harsh on me."

"Whatever," you said, still not looking at him.

He held your jaw and turned your face so you were looking at him.

"Such a stubborn thing, aren't you? I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I told her off. She isn't t going to perform with me anymore. You know I only love you, right? I only care about you."

You melted at that but still chose not to reply.

He observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes roaming over your features.

"Give your man a kiss, mama, please," Michael pleaded, his voice cracking at the end as he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

Unable to resist any further, you gave in and kissed him back which made him groan. He guided your hands around his neck while his hands roamed over your bare shoulders and back.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" you asked after pulling back, giving him a knowing look.

He looked at you and grinned.

"Oh, you'll see," he said as he kissed you again, leading you toward the bed.

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Yet, you couldn't help but sit infront of her as she's getting her cue cards ready while your makeup is getting touched up. Your new album, "Love Energy" just dropped which is why you're here for the promotions of it.

She smiles at you as your assistant moves away and you force a smile back and nod indicating that you are ready.

She takes a breathe and looks at the camera and starts, "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, today we have an amazing guest whose breaking records with her new album, "Love Energy" Give it up for the global popstar y/n!"

The camera pans to you and you give a small smile and wave a little.

Diane looks at you with adoration, proud of you, "Oh, well would you look at that! How are you feeling that your title track "Eternity of love" is currently at the top 1 in billboard hot 100's?"

You smile at that, "It still feels surreal, I'm insanely grateful for all the love and support. Me and my team worked really hard and I'm thankful that it's paying off. I'll never get used to attaining these achievements."

Diane nods as you speak and says, "Well, the attention is very much deserved. Eternity of love is a banger. You did a great job. So, how was the process of making this album like? Were there any problems or was it a smooth road."

You think thoughtfully before replying, "Thank you, and about the process- I don't think any music making journey goes smoothly throughout. There were obstacles for sure but we skimmed past through them. Coming up with the melody was the hardest part I have to say. But either ways, I had such strong support system that, it made it easier."

She nods thoughtfully and then looks at her cue cards. You see the shift in her expression and the sly smirk and with that, you know she was plotting something. She looks up at you and asks,

"That's incredible. Now, was it also difficult persay cause of the break up you went through with Michael? You know, I'm sure alot of emotions have been flowing out especially since the album got released relatively close to your breakup. And was the album inspired by your breakup?"

You pause digesting the question, your heart clenching as you get reminded of Michael and your relationship. You still didn't move on so hearing someone ask about him was like applying salt to your wounds. But you didn't let that waver you.

"I was actually working on some songs of the album while we were together. While there are few parts of the song which are written due to the feelings and thoughts in my mind, I don't think it's fully indulged solely on the breakup. I wouldn't say it was difficult but it definitely made me take my mind off of things."

"That's interesting. As we are on the topic of your relationship-

Oh no, she's upto no good. You thought.

"So, Michael... Reallyyy? Michael? Whyy did you date Michael?"

She said it in a tone which pissed you off. As if he's some weirdo.

Since Diane hated him, it was obvious that she loved you. And she's prepared absurd questions like these thinking you'll say something in favour to her and against Michael due to the breakup.

You frown at that, "Cause I love him? Cause he's a gentleman? Cause he's one of the most thoughtful and considerate man you'll ever meet. Cause he's the kindest of all? The list goes on if you ask me Diane."

She pauses at that, clearly not expecting you to say that. "Well yeah, but doesn't he scare you? With all the surgeries and his skin thing you know? I mean he's got a lot of cosmetic surgeries and-"

You stop her unable to hear the words coming out of her mouth, "Stop, just stop. He's the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on, and I'm being honest when I say that. You don't know a thing you are talking about and you don't know the reasons for them too. I see past through that and even if I don't, i genuinely think he's perfect- he really is. He's an artist and God forbid an artist makes changes to express themself. He's more kind hearted that some of you will ever be. And for the record, no. No, he doesn't scare me, not one bit and I'm sure everyone would agree with that. But what does scare me is the level of insanity some people have to ask questions like these and frame nonsense."

Diane's taken aback by your outburst and she opens her mouth to speak but before she can do that-

"And I was hoping we would talk about my album and my work but clearly those weren't your intentions."  You say getting up and turn to leave.

You walk a few steps and then turn back to her again, "and also, not A WORD against Michael or I will not hesitate to sue you." Your firm tone gave her chills as you leave with your heels clicking hard against the floor.

The interview aired and the next day was an adventure. News outlets, media, press, tabloids, public all they were talking about was your outrage against Diane.

"POPSTAR YN LASHES OUT AT REPORTER OPRAH FOR SPEAKING ILL ABOUT THE KING OF POP, YN'S FORMER BF MICHAEL JACKSON AND LEAVES THE INTERVIEW MIDWAY."

Was taped in bold headlines on the first page of the newspaper. Everyone went crazy. Mostly because no one expected this. I mean, who would talk back when someone spurs shit about your ex? Well seems like you would.

But you didn't regret it, not one bit. You were done with people saying stuff about Michael all through your relationship and after it.

Meanwhile, Michael woke up in Paris looking through the interview after reading the newspaper.

He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as he continued to see the interview with a smile while bitting his lip (His signature look ;) when you were defending him. He fell in love with you all over again as he feft protected and God, did you look sexy being mad.