𝜗𝒞 summary : you are michael’s personal makeup artist, and your relationship is a secret. during the bad world tour, everyone finds out about your little secret. part one
𝜗𝒞 pairing : bad!michael jackson x reader
𝜗𝒞 notes : fluff, slightly suggestive at the very end, but no straight smut, use of nicknames ‘angel’.
𝜗𝒞 a/n : thank you all for your support! i really appreciate it. i hope you enjoy!
before anyone could say another word, the dining room door opened. michael walked in wearing a pair of sunglasses, of course.
everyone suddenly went quiet.
he sits beside you, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
“…why’s everyone staring at me?”
greg slowly pushed the newspaper toward him.
michael’s smile faded just a little. he looked down at the picture for a few long seconds before letting out a long sigh.
“…i knew this was gonna happen eventually.”
he carefully folded the newspaper shut before looking over at you. under the table, where nobody could see, his hand found yours. his thumb gently brushed across your knuckles as he glanced at the newspaper.
“people are gonna start asking questions.”
you looked down at your intertwined hands before giving his a gentle squeeze. michael lifted your hand for just a second, pressing a tiny kiss against your knuckles before letting go as if nothing had happened.
greg immediately groaned.
michael blinked, looking up at him.
“you two got caught because you can’t keep your damn hands off each other.”
jennifer laughed into her coffee, shrugging,
“i mean, he’s got a point!”
michael looked at you with the most innocent expression, eyes wide and glistening.
“…angel, i don’t know what they’re talking about.”
you just bit your lip to stop your laughter, rolling your eyes playfully.
“y’all gotta keep your hands to yourself for real. ain’t no way you think its going to quiet down the rumours.”
greg poked at the newspaper, shaking his head in disbelief.
as you all sat in the dining room, chatting and laughing, michael tried to keep his hands off, but you both held hands under the table, so no one passing would really notice it. his fingers would run over your knuckles, or slip to draw lazy circles on the back of your hand.
just then, bill suddenly lights up, pointing at michael.
“mike! i forgot to tell you, you were invited to an interview. tonight.”
well, you all thought that you were going to take a rest after the concert, because you have another one tomorrow. michael nods quietly, glancing at you.
when you went back to your hotel room, already opening the door with the keycard, michael walked behind you, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. you jump, blinking at him as he laughs.
“can i sit in your room for a while?”
you sigh, taking his hand and pulling him into your room, closing the door.
he just smiles, sitting down on her bed and watching you disappear behind the bathroom door.
you both got ready. you styled his hair carefully, always remembering about his scalp. did his makeup and chose his clothes. as he sits here in the chair, you can’t help but admire him.
you laugh softly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
you just cover your mouth, giggling.
“come on, angel, tell me.”
“you just look like a bambi.”
he starts laughing, too, hugging you and kissing you all over your face. when someone knocks at the door, you know its bill or someone from the band. or maybe them all. you sigh, cupping his face.
“can’t have a single moment without interruption, can we?”
you smile, walking to the door and opening it, bill’s here. he walks inside without a word, staring at michael.
“we have to be leaving in ten minutes.”
nodding, you fix his hair and touch-up his makeup quickly, before sprinting off to the bathroom. you walk out in a pair of bell bottom jeans, a fitting shirt and a jacket. your hair styled and let down.
michael couldn’t help but stare at you for longer than necessary. his eyes slip lower, and he immediately looks away.
bill rolls his eyes, scoffing.
you put on your heels, grabbing you makeup bag just in case. then, you head out to the car, and, oh, how can paparazzi not spot you? michael’s hand is around your shoulder, leading you to the car. you wear a pair of sunglasses, too, probably his. getting into the car quickly, you both laugh, intertwining hands.
the weather was really cloudy. it felt like it will start raining. and it did. just as you both get out of the car, it starts to pour. he covers your heads with his jacket, laughing and running inside the studio.
you sit here, fixing his makeup and hair once more as photographers fix their cameras and the lights. the interviewer walks over, putting a hand on your back.
“darling, would you mind if you sit here with michael? can you give us an interview, too?”
“oh, um, of course? but why?”
“you know, these rumours. we are really curious.”
you immediately understand and start laughing.
“now i get it. i think i can.”
“we’ll start when you’re ready.”
michael watches you with those big eyes of his, smiling softly. you turn to him, a smile spreads across your face too, touching up his face contour.
the interviewer asks a lot of questions. you sit on the sofa beside him, yours legs crossed, hands folded on your knee.
“so, who are you to michael? we all are willing to know.”
your smile is soft and polite as you nod.
“what is it like to work with him?”
“oh, that question. it’s not like our relationship is only formal. i’ve been working with him for like, what, ten years? we’re also good friends, close ones.”
“a lot of people assumed you were his girlfriend, looking at the photos where he kisses you on the cheek.”
michael blushes slightly, glancing at you.
“it’s my show of affection. i always kiss everyone on the cheek or on the forehead. i can kiss you, if you want.”
you laugh, and the interviewer laughs, too.
“you said you are close, right? what’s something you see in michael that we may not notice?”
“he’s kind. and sensitive, but not in a bad way, of course. he always makes sure we eat and sleep enough before he even remembers about his own self. this is why i always have to take care of him.”
michael covers his face, chuckling. you rub his arm, tilting your head.
“see? he is really shy, too.”
“you two seem really comfortable with each other, huh?”
“we are. come on, i’ve known her for years!” he laughs.
michael glances at her after every question, his gaze soft.
“and you always call her ‘angel’.”
“what made you choose that nickname though?”
he takes a look at you again, then rubs his chin.
“…she brought a light to my life, that’s why. she is really special. she came in.. and.. she was like a shot of espresso. her energy, smile, everything.”
“wow. are you sure the rumours are not true? because you sound like you’re in love.”
“…i like to keep my life private.”
michael smiled politely, biting his lip.
“one last question. if michael started dating someone, would you be more happy or sad?”
you freeze, the room goes quiet. the cameras are filming you from different angles. you smile briefly, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket.
“of course i would be happy. he means a lot to me. why would i ever be sad?”
michael smiles, looking at the floor.
as you get back to the car, a photographer asks you to pose a bit. he pulls you closer, resting your hand on your waist.
“give us a smile, michael!”
loud yells are heard from everywhere. when you get back into the car, michael gives some autographs to his fans, hugging them. he always gave his fans attention, not leaving anyone out.
as you arrive to your hotel, you head into your room immediately, throwing off your heels and falling down on the bed.
“you should have worn sneakers,”
he smiled, sitting down on the bed beside you, running his fingers up your arm. you shiver, sitting up and looking up at him. your arms throw around his neck as he pulls you onto his lap by your waist.
michael whispers to your ear lowly, peppering kisses down your neck and collarbones. you gasp, holding onto his shoulders as he takes your shirt off. his long fingers spread over your torso, holding tightly.
“let me hear you, angel.”
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