Michael Jackson Imagines Book 2

More Than Friends (ver. 2)

(A/N: Hey everyone! It's me again, and I just wanted to say a big thank you for supporting the first book of Imagines. Now, I'm excited to introduce the second book of Michael Jackson's Imagines, and I hope you'll enjoy it just as much!^-^)

Note: Parts are heavily revised

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[ Dangerous Era ]

You returned home from work, dressed in a smart office suit with mid-thigh length skirts and high-heeled shoes. Occasionally, you wore these outfits to impress investors, a preference your boss seemingly encouraged. Collapsing onto the couch, exhausted and drained, you frowned, realizing you were alone in the house. However, your fatigue quickly shifted to excitement when you remembered that Michael had returned from his tour.

"It's the perfect time to call him and bring his smart ass over," you mused, recalling your friend's crush on you, as shared by Y/F/N during your college days. Yet, you were always skeptical, doubting that Michael harbored feelings for you amidst the numerous girls in his life.

"Pfft," you blew your bangs out of your face, eyeing your phone uncertainly.

"Should I really call you?" you questioned the device, only to be interrupted by its sudden ring.

ID: Applehead <3

Speaking of the devil, it was Michael.

Taking a deep breath, you nervously ran your fingers through your hair, a reflex whenever he was on your mind. With a blush tinting your cheeks, you answered his call, your lower lip caught between your teeth in anticipation.

"H-hello, Michael?" you stammered, feeling the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you heard his cheerful voice on the line.

"Hi! Cheesecake, what's up?" he greeted warmly, his words eliciting a genuine smile from you.

"Hey, boo, are you there?" he chuckled.

"Oh, yes, I'm here... Sorry, what did you say again? I've had a lot of work today, so I'm feeling tired and a bit out of it," you explained, feeling a wave of relief as you spoke to him.

"Oh... Are you okay? You sound a little off. Don't worry, I'll be at your house-" he began, concern evident in his voice.

"No, no, no, I'm fine... You don't have to come over. I know you're busy with recordings and songwriting," you interjected, not wanting to burden him with your fatigue.

"Hey, don't worry about my work. My priority is you, my special friend who's been working her ass off all day," he reassured you, his laughter ringing through the phone.

"Aw, you think this is funny? Alright, I'll let you go then, unless you're bringing me food," you teased, unable to suppress your smile.

"Yes! That's what I thought you'd say. So, want me to bring your favorites?" he asked eagerly.

"Of course!" you replied, biting your lip in anticipation.

"Okay, babe-" he paused suddenly, correcting himself. "I mean, Y/N. See you in a bit," he finished quickly.

"Okay, bye, Applehead," you chuckled.

"Bye, Y/N," he giggled before hanging up.

As you set the phone down, you took a deep breath, feeling a rush of emotions coursing through you. Despite your desire to change into more comfortable clothes, your exhaustion weighed you down, leaving you unable to muster the strength.

After a few failed attempts to move, you found yourself crashing to the floor, your elbow bearing the brunt of the fall. Moments later, Michael burst through the door, concern etched on his face as he rushed to your side.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, kneeling beside you.

"No, I'm okay, Michael," you assured him weakly, attempting to brush off the incident.

But Michael wasn't convinced, gently inspecting your injured elbow before insisting on treating it.

Later, as the two of you sat down to eat, Michael broke the silence with a hesitant question.

"So, are you feeling better?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

"Yeah, I am... Thanks for helping me, Michael. You're a really good friend," you said, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks.

His smile faltered, replaced by a serious expression.

"Umm... Y/N?" he began tentatively.

"Yeah?" you responded, curious about his sudden change in demeanor.

"Would you mind if I didn't want the sound of me being just a friend?" he said nervously.

Confused, you furrowed your brow. "What? Why wouldn't you like being called my friend?" you asked, taken aback by his unexpected request.

Taking a deep breath, Michael reached for your hands, his gaze unwavering as he poured his heart out to you. His confession left you speechless, your heart soaring with a mixture of emotions.

"I have the same feelings for you, Michael," you finally managed to say, tears of joy welling up in your eyes.

Relief washed over Michael's face as he pulled you into a tender embrace, his words echoing in your mind.

It was official now. You and Michael were more than just friends.