◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ Michael Jackson is extremely over dramatic. Here he sat beside you, showing you a small cut on his palm. Your fingers brushed against his inner wrist, you could the pulse thumping beneath your fingertips. You tilted his wrist taking a better look at the cut.
“Does it still hurt?” You asked, voice soft with concentration. Michael’s eyes watched you carefully. “No, not at all.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I was going to ask if you wanted me to kiss it better.” You let go of his wrist, leaning back. Michael stared at you, his lips parted and expression heartbroken at the opportunity he just missed out on. “Uh wait- hold up now.”
“Hm?” You looked at him, feigning innocence. Michael looked back down at his hand. “Actually, you know what? It does still hurt, so…”
You laughed instantly, a warm tingling feeling shot through Michael at the sound. “You missed out on the opportunity, your fault.” You shrugged.
“That’s not my fault! If you had began with, ‘hey, do you want a kiss?’ I would’ve immediately said yes! I would have said yes before you even finished the sentence!” In result of his words, your heart hammered violently against your ribs. “Please?” He murmured.
You shook your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling. Michael groaned. “Please, baby? It really does hurt now. I promise.”
You stared at him blankly before sighing in defeat, Michael smiled instantly. “Fine.”
Michael moved closer towards you, watching your movement with precision. He shoved his hand towards you, in return you grabbed the back of his hand as his palm faced upwards towards the ceiling.
You gently blew air against the cut, “does that help?” You asked quietly. Michael didn’t answer, he couldn’t.
You moved in, brushing your lips against the small cut. You kissed his palm gently, feeling the warmth spread through you.
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