Just a short little thing i HAD to write after seeing a tiktok compilation of him getting all flustered and shy.
(CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW BIG HIS HANDS ARE LIKE EXCUSE ME)
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Michael had millions of fans screaming his name wherever he went, but somehow, when he got shy, he turned into the most adorable person you’d ever met.
You noticed it the first time during a quiet afternoon at home.
Michael was sitting beside you on the couch, flipping through a notebook filled with song ideas. You leaned over his shoulder and caught sight of a little doodle in the corner of the page.
It was two stick figures, labelled ‘MJ’ and “Y/N”, holding hands with little hearts around your heads.
Your lips twitched. “Michael.”
Immediately, his eyes widened “what?” he asked innocently.
You pointed at the drawing, his gaze followed your finger, then, without missing a beat, both hands flew up and covered his face completely.
“No, no, no…” he groaned from behind his fingers. You burst out laughing. “Did you draw us?”
He peeked through the tiniest gap between his fingers. “…Maybe.”
Your heart practically melted. There was something unbelievably cute about the way he hid behind his hands whenever he was embarrassed, it was just his instinct and you loved it.
Which unfortunately meant you couldn’t resist teasing him.
A few days later, you were looking through old photographs together. You picked up one from years ago, Michael looked gorgeous in it. You smiled. “God, you're unbelievably beautiful.”
The reaction was immediate. Both hands. Face covered. Gone.
“No.” His voice sounded muffled behind his palms.
You gently grabbed one of his wrists. He resisted. “Let me see your face.”
“I just gave you a compliment.”
“Then why are you hiding?”
A pause. Then quietly: “’Cause you make me nervous.” You nearly stopped breathing.
“You’re Michael Jackson.”
Another nod. “That doesn’t stop you from making me nervous.” Your entire soul turned into mush. Years could pass and it never changed.
If you called him handsome?
If you kissed his cheek unexpectedly?
If you caught him staring at you?
One evening you found him watching you from across the room while you read a book.
You looked up. He immediately froze. You smiled. He smiled back. You wink.
Slowly, dramatically, his hands began rising toward his face. You started laughing before they even got there. “Michael, don’t you dare.”
Too late. Face covered. You crossed the room and sat beside him. You gently pulled at his wrists. “Come here.” After a moment, he let you move his hands. His cheeks were pink. Actually pink. You stared. “Oh my goodness.”
His eyes widened. The hands went right back up. You laughed so hard you nearly fell over. From behind his fingers you heard an exasperated, “See? This is exactly why.”
You leaned against his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. But when you slipped your hand into his, he squeezed it tightly. A tiny smile appeared beneath his fingers. And even though he tried to hide himself whenever he got shy, you secretly thought those moments were your favourite.
Not the concerts. Not the fame. Not the legendary performer everyone else saw. Just Michael.
Blushing, smiling, hiding behind his hands because you told him he was pretty.
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