❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟❥•

•❊Fright❊•

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:
This imagine is another poorly written one from me. Please forgive me for wasting your time!

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✽SET IN THE BAD ERA✽

|1988|

You stood backstage, watching your husband of four years - Michael Jackson, peform beautifully on stage. His dancing was spectacular, and his voice was heaven sent. He was currently on his Bad World Tour, and you were travelling with him. A small smile was present on your face as you watched the man you loved. You were quite tired, but you didn't care. You loved being able to support your husband as best you could.

The crowds were wild and screaming was all you could hear. Michael had an extraordinary effect over the people that adored him. Next to you stood his manager, Frank. He had his arms folded, and he was smiling as well as he watched Michael work his magic.

"You must be proud of him, huh?" Frank turned his head to look at you. You looked at Frank and smiled even wider as you nodded.

"Very much," you looked back at Michael. "He's amazing,"

"The two of you make a good match," he continued. "You're both smart, and you're both good people," you turned your head back to look at him. "People like the both of you are rather rare to find nowadays,"

You blushed and thanked Frank for his kind words before turning your head back to keep an eye on your husband. He danced a few more fluid moves before he bowed to the audience. The lights went off, and Michael ran off stage, making his way toward you and Frank.

"Good job!" Frank patted Michael's shoulder. It was clear that the manager was proud of the man that he worked with. In fact, everyone was proud of Michael, but no one was as proud as you. "As always!" he spoke over the screaming crowds.

"Thanks, Frank," Michael giggled. "That means a lot to me,"

"Come on, we'd better get back to the hotel!" he said as he turned around and led the way to the cars that were parked at the back of the stadium.

Michael took your hand and kissed the back of it as the two of you walked behind Frank, making you smile.

"I missed you while I was up on stage," he laughed, making you blush. "How are you feeling? Alright?" he asked gently.

"A little tired," you let out a breath. "But happy to be able to see you do what you love,"

Michael kissed your cheek as the two of you continued to walk. There were cameras and people everywhere. Your husband held onto your hand, and the both of you rushed towards the car that the pair of you would be travelling in.

Frank had already gotten into his car, taking his place with a few security guards. Michael opened the door of the car that you'd both be using, and he quickly helped you get in before he did the same. Shutting the door, he leaned back against the seat. A large crowd of fans had gathered around the area, and the screaming was much louder than it had been before.

"It never gets old," Michael chuckled as you laid your head on his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair gently, making you close your eyes. "Rest," he whispered.

The ride back to the hotel would take an hour, so you had a bit of time to close your eyes. You were extremely drained, and you were feeling a little sick.

You could feel Michael's fingers combing through your hair as you drifted off into a state of temporary slumber.

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T

he car came to a stop, and Michael woke you up gently.

"We're here," he said.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes as he opened the door, getting out before he helped you to do the same. The security guards had already taken formation, ready to guide you and your husband into the hotel safely.

Michael took your hand as Frank joined the both of you. There were screaming fans all around the hotel, and it made you quite anxious.

"(Y/N), breathe," Frank chuckled when he saw the expression on your face. "Security is here,"

You giggled a little as Frank walked ahead. Michael squeezed your hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you more," you grinned as security formed a circle around the both of you.

"I love you most," he winked. "No arguments," he chuckled. "Now let's go," he took in a deep breath as security guided you both all the way into the hotel, and to the private elevator.

One of the guards pressed the button, and the elevator doors opened.

"We'll be fine from here," Michael said to the guards as he led you into the contraption.

"Very well," one of the men responded before the doors closed.

Michael wrapped his arm around your waist as the elevator moved up, making you smile. He always knew how to make you feel special.

The elevator eventually came to a stop, and the doors opened. Michael held you close as the two of you walked out - and the floor was empty.

"It's so nice to have peace and quiet," you remarked as the two of you walked toward your room. Michael had the key card, so he swiped it - using the respective slot, making the door open.

The room was extravagant, and it was the most expensive one of the hotel.

You both walked in, and let the door shut. The air was cool, making you sigh.

"It's so nice to be back," you collapsed onto the large sofa. Michael chuckled and walked over to you.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the both of you heard a sound from the bedroom, as if someone had bumped into the large bed. You stood up and frowned.

"What was that?" you whispered.

"I don't know," Michael shook his head. "Wait here, I'll go and check,"

"No," you responded. "We'll go and check together,"

"(Y/N)-"

"Don't argue with me, I am not in the mood," you cut him off.

Michael groaned a little and nodded. He took your hand and pulled you close before you both made your way to the bedroom.

The sight before you made you gasp.

There was a woman, who looked to be a fan, and she had a knife in her hand.

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