Michael Jackson Imagines

He Paid your Boyfriend

Hi everyone! In this imagine Michael is a little... how should I say it... BAD. So if you don't like the bad Michael, don't read. Thank you all!! :)

You and Michael have been dating for almost a year. You met him by coincidence and the two of you immediately found a way to each other and fell in love. It was love at first sight. This was the first time you felt something like this in your life! You felt love like never before and realized all your other boyfriends, who you thought you had loved, were nothing but a child's imagination and confusion. You felt like all your life you were blind and after Michael came in to your life, the blindness lifted it's black curtains and you saw pure light. He felt the same. You know because he had told you many many, times. He even asked you to move in to Neverland so you've been living with him for about 3 months.

However, your relationship has started to change its direction lately, unfortunately, not towards the top. He was extremely busy with his work as he was shooting a new video - Black or White, you too were busy with your work because there was this promotion you've wanted for a long, long time (before meeting your prince, Michael). You've been working so hard for it and giving up wasn't an option.

Michael started coming home really late. It has been long time since the last time you two had had dinner together, or lunch, or breakfast... He had to, either, leave too early or get back home too late. Few times you tried going on the set and having lunch with him but it turned out to be a disaster - you started eating and then something would come up or there won't even be time for lunch. Moreover, he said you distracted him and he didn't want you at his work place.

Your sexual life wasn't headed to the top neither. When he would get back home after working all day long, he'd be exhausted. And you too, 'cause you won't get enough sleep - you'd wait for him to come back and get up early the next morning for work. And let's not even mention the fights the two of you have when he gets home. So who has time or energy for sex?

This fact didn't make you happy at all. You tried many times talking to him about that and your conversations would always result in a fight.

Anyway. It was Friday night and you were just about to leave the office when your boss gave you some extra work and said it was extremely important to get it done today and send it, where it had to be sent to. There was NO way you could have said 'no' to the boss - you badly wanted this promotion, remember? And Michael was gonna come home late as usual so there were no excuses to refuse. Work will at least keep your mind occupied so you won't thing about your problems with Michael.

This time you were wrong.

It was around 11pm when you had finished the work and sent it 'Phew, finally! I'm gonna get some sleep...'. You got in your car and drove yourself to Neverland. You got there at around 1am. You opened your purse and took out the key to unlock the door. You felt tired, lonely, sad, angry... well you were pretty much a bomb waiting to explode. Michael was the same.

You went to the kitchen to get some water and as you entered, you couldn't believe your eyes - Michael was sitting on a chair like a statue with his legs crossed, his eyes locked on you, his hair all messed, his shirt half unbuttoned, showing his bare skin, on the small table next to the chair was an empty bottle of red wine and in his left hand, a half empty whiskey one. He must have drunk it all. His facial expression wasn't pleasant... not at all! He was looking at you like some angry animal, preparing to attack. You got a little scared for you've never seen him like this before. You opened your mouth to say 'hi' or something like this but he immediately cut you off:

"Ohh ss-so ya finally d-decided to come hooome!" he said and from the sound of his voice you could tell that he indeed drunk all that alcohol. "WHAT?!" was the only word that you could think of. What did he mean? "Yo askin' me what? Really?! Yo know, YN, I am the one who s-should be askin' shit!" he was really drunk... "Michael I don't understand!" you were about to cry but you managed to hold your tears in and your voice became shaky. "Oh, ya don't honey? Well... let me, let me explain to ya. Today I managed to finish work earlier for you, to surprise my love, then... then I-I get back home to find the house empty. My girl is gone!" he raised his voice and started laughing in an evil way. He let go of the whiskey bottle and buried his head in his two hands. He quickly put back his hands on the chair and "I can't find her anywhea! I search the entire house but she probably with some other man, God knows whea, having fun and all..." you just couldn't believe it. "Michael, NO, how... how could you say that!" you started sobbing "I was in the office, working until 11pm! I would nev" he didn't let you finish and said "Who were ya working with? Or should I say... what were ya working on? Haah??? How did you work? Did you fu..". "MICHAEL!!! HOW ON EARTH COULD SAY THOSE WORDS?" you were now yelling at him, you were angry. "WHEN I SAY I WAS WORKING IT MEANS I WAS! I HAD TO STAY AND FINISH SOME EXTRA WORK, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" then all of sudden he started clapping with an evil grin on his face. "Great, YN, great. Only one thin' you didn't consider in your little dirty lie - why was your phone off? I called ya like fifty times DAMN IT!!" the last words he said yelling, his hands now formed in tight fists. Your phone turned off? But how? OH you remembered now... the battery was almost dead and you wanted to charge it but probably had forgotten to do so. "Michael, please!!! It must have been the battery I didn't... I would never do this to you... I'd never cheat on you or switch off my phone on purpose!!" your eyes became watery. He sighed. Silence followed. He then got up and started walking towards you. You thought he had understood you and was now coming to hold you and make up. Instead he stopped next to you and "Tell me, YN... who is he? Ah?" you just didn't believe it. NO. You started crying, with your shaky voice you managed to say "Michael.. Mich". "Shhhh! DON"T talk." his voice was so calm that it scared you. You've never heard him talk like this before. He came closer to you and you could feel his breath on your skin. He came even closer and said, with the same scary voice, in your ear: