𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 ! 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋! 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
ℬackstage buzzed with energy— crew members talking into their little headsets as they shuffled by while the Jacksons got their final touch ups. You stood nearby, out of the way as you conversed with LaToya.
“You guys are on in five!”
With overlapped chatter the brothers arise from their seats with fresh curls and powdered faces. They gathered into a little circle to perform their ritual— something they do before every show— uplifting each other with chants and grunts to brings about a high, positive energy. The brothers filed toward the entrance. You gave him an achingly sweet boop on his nose as he passed by, “you’re gonna do great, baby.”
“Wait—“ Michael peeled away from his brothers, stopping in front of you. You titled your head curiously, eyes darting to the sparkly backs of his brothers to his hesitant face.
“A kiss for good luck?” he asked shyly, peering through his lashes with those big doe eyes— like he was guilty for asking such a favor.
Your heart tightened and you couldn’t help but pout— could he get any cuter than this. “Of course, angel,” you coo’ed, cupping his jaw to press a soft peck to his lips. His breath tickled your upper lip as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. The tension he didn’t know he had eased in his shoulders, lips curving into a smile.
He knew damn well he had about three minutes to get on that stage— but kissing you while everyone is waiting on him is such a rush! And makes him even more giddy for the performance.
“Where is Michael!?” Asked of the exasperated backstage crew.
He wasn’t hard to find.
As expected, all wrapped up around you with zero regrets. When you pulled away, his boyish grin stretched for miles as he gazed into your eyes lovingly. You pressed one more peck to his nose— careful of his makeup— and motioned him along.
Jackie and Tito let out a quiet huff of laughter with a shake of their head, while Randy Marlon gagged “Keep up that sappy shit, and I might just throw up on stage.”
Michael flushed and rejoined his brothers, keeping his face out of view. Looking over his shoulder one last time, you waved with your fingers and a mouthed a quick Love you.
He bit his lip as he and his brothers took their places.
‘I should I do this more often.’
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