30/Michael :-)
“are you sure you’re okay? you can overheat or get lightheaded and pass out or you can just come back feeling ten times more like shit and you’ll be even mor-”
“y/n, i’ll be fine, i promise,” michael interrupted, covering your mouth with his hand. he laughed. “i wouldn’t be going out there if i didn’t think i was okay to do so.”
you rolled your eyes, pushing his hand away from your mouth. “yes you would,” you argued, knowing that michael would do whatever he could to not disappoint his fans. “and you weren’t even allowed to speak an hour ago, do you really think you should jump around and sing?”
“baby, listen to me, okay?” he asked, ignoring the voice calling that they had five minutes. his hands slid down your arms, lacing his fingers with yours. “i’ll be fine, i promise. if i thought there was a possibility of me passing out or something, i wouldn’t go out there because i knew you’d be a mess.”
“fine,” you caved, squeezing his hands. “but i swear; if you die or anything like that, i’ll kill you,” you threatened not-so-threateningly.
he chuckled, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead. “i know you will,” he murmured. his hands squeezed yours one last time before leaving you, adjusting the snapback on his head. “i’ll try not to push it and as soon as it’s over, i’ll let you force that nasty ass cold medicine down my throat.”
you giggled. “sounds good to me,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips (despite strict orders to not catch his cold and spread it further.) “kill it out there, rockstar.”
