Invincible Era

A/N: I am working on a story for this one! It is going to be explicit, and this is part of it so far. 

Working for Michael Jackson was big; you must always be on his feet.

The interview for the job would be either good or bad, but you needed more time to be in the room. There were only two people-men, of course. You were expecting a lot, but less was nicer.

One man looked up at you from his phone, surprised to see a woman in the room.

"I didn't know you applied to become a security guard." He commented.

"Well, I just thought I give it a go." You said.

"Mhm. Yeah." He redrew his eyes from you and returned to playing on his phone. It was CandyCrush he was playing while he was waiting.

The other guy looked severely at his wristwatch, wondering when the interviewer would arrive. His foot was tapping on the floor as you greeted him.

"Uh, hello!" You greeted me with a bright smile.

He looked at you stoically, annoyed to see your presence near him.

"What a wonderful day it is to be here. Right?" You started with an awkward conversation with the man.

"Yeah. A normal day to be here." He replied.

"First time?" You asked.

"Fifth."

"Oh..."

The conversation was getting you nowhere with the guy, and he looked scary. That's when you heard the doors open, and two people emerged. You looked at the main one that entered in astonishment.

No way...MICHAEL JACKSON!?

"Good morning, everyone; meeting you today is a pleasure. I am Mr. Jackson's assistant, and he will be interviewing you and picking one of you for the job as his bodyguard." Said Mr. Jackson's assistant as he looked at Michael, whispering something in his ear before they could start.

Michael stared at the three standing in the room, looking formal, even an l little surprised that there was a female in the room.

"First thing is a proper introduction to get to know you guys before I pick one to be my bodyguard," said Michael, scanning at the three that stood as they were to speak up in front of their "boss."

The first guy Anthony Jones, was a little stoic and anxious, even sweating to speak in front of Michael. He was eager to meet him and fanboying on the inside, which was a no for the singer.

The second guy Henry Taylor was dull, dry, and even had an attitude toward him. He's sharper to bite at anyone with the look he gives anyone who would come around his path. Creepy.

"...and you." Said Michael in a soft voice.

You introduced yourself feeling bubbly, severe, and confident in front of the male giving him a proper introduction you practiced. Unlike the other two, you were gullible and slightly intensive.

"Why do you want to be my bodyguard?" Michael asked.

"To ensure you are safe, well treated, and not harmed by anyone. It's essential to keep a sharp eye on you and your children whenever you plan to visit anywhere I'm around to prevent anything from happening, "You replied, fully self-aware of your statement.

He chuckled lightly, "Well, that's right from everything you have explained." He faintly smiled as his attention went back to the other men. He then looked back in the corner of his eye at his advisor, sending him a firm nod. "I'll discuss this with my advisor until we decide which to pick. Thank you for coming." He said, turning his heel around to leave the room.

~

"How'd it go?" Marilyn asked over the phone while you were waiting for the feedback.

"The interview was pretty easy, and the guy who asked important questions was Michael Jackson." You held back a shriek of excitement overweighing you as Marilyn squealed.

"The MICHAEL JACKSON!? Girl, you have to get accepted." Said, Marilyn.

"I don't know. These days, guys don't think women are strong enough to defend themselves or others." You replied.

"Girl, F*ck them when you can prove them wrong. Women are strong, bold, and independent. You got this!" Marilyn encouraged.

"Right." You soon heard the doors open from the room, and you turned to see the assistant and Michael returning. "Got to go." You hung up to replace the position with the other two men with your arms facing behind your back.

"Okay, I took some to think about which one I would choose. I'd also did review your revenues."He scanned over at one per one, which made you feel sweaty.

"Anthony, I am sorry, but I must say no. Nothing is wrong. Is just that your nervous, and you have trouble making eye contact." Said Michael, as Anthony merely nodded.

Michael went over to the guy next to me, Henry.

"I will have to say the same thing to you, Henry. You are a good man, and I know someone will look forward to having you as their bodyguard." He rejected Henry, who was glazing at him with a burning eye pool staring at Michael's.

I can sense Michael feeling a little creeped out by him. Soon, he approached me, and I looked up at him with a straight face.

"Y/N...I thought about it and decided to pick you as my bodyguard." He said with a soft smile.

I was flattered and excited to be chosen to work for him in this position.

"Thank you, Mr. Michael. I won't let you down!" I saluted.

I looked at Michael as he seemed pleased at my behavior for calling him "Michael" and not his last name. The two men went home while Micahel and I reviewed essential things for this new job position I will be starting tomorrow.

"Are you certain about taking the job?" Michael asked.

You looked up at him biting your cheek, "Of course I am, sir!" You playfully saluted at him. He let out a light chuckle at your actions.

"Alright, but there are some things we have to go over before you take the job." Said Michael, giving you a severe look in his eyes.

Michael explained everything to you about living, authorizing, and maintaining around him would be one hell of a journey. There were going to be some ups and downs whenever they would travel, even when there were fans around. You wrote down everything to keep it as a reminder that you can't possibly mess up anything under his words.

"Are there any questions?" He asked.

"Promotions? Payments?" You asked.

"It'll take a long time for you to promote until I can see some improvement. As for payments, yes, I can pay the hours for how long you're working for me." He reassured, sending a smile at you and earning a firm nod.

"Okay. I think I'm all settled here." You reassured.

"Good. I'm glad we talked, and welcome." He said, shaking her hand as she smiled at him.

~
"I got the job!" You shouted on the phone, jumping up and down.

"Congrats! I can't believe he chose you out of the two men." Said, Marilyn.

"Yeah. I'm so nervous and excited." You relaxed a little to let the excitement away. "Though I have to take my job seriously and not slack off. Michael is a famous star and needs all the protection he needs." Working for Michael Jackson was going to be tearing your hair apart.

"You got this! Just do your best and protect him because people these days get crazier by the minute." Marilyn warned you when everything is wild across many places coming from out of her mouth.

"I will. See you." You hung up. 

~

Getting into the position to be Michael's bodyguard is serious and fun at the same time. You didn't have any issue protecting the young star that was followed around whenever he wanted to be in public. 

Not before long, you and him developed a close relationship and became a couple, except the media doesn't know. Some MJ fangirls were jealous even to be close to him since you are his only female bodyguard. It was only a short time until many wanted to follow in your footsteps to be a bodyguard and tried to get you out of a job as a replacement. Michael didn't allow it. 

Y/N P.O.V.

The sound of the crickets from the outside was so soothing, and I could see the fireflies flying around. I was on your laptop watching something on Netflix to chillax while waiting for Michael to return.

I was watching one of my favorite films and had empty, loaded snacks around the bed. My eyes were trained on the screen, and I didn't hear anyone enter the bedroom.

Michael opened his phone without noticing to start recording himself in our shared bedroom. I was lying on the bed watching Netflix when I heard his voice breaking the silence.

"This girl, right here..." He starts by viewing the camera's angle to zoom close at me and returning it to its standard size. He continues,"...is the laziest girl in the world." He went on as I looked away from my laptop, giggling.

"No, I am not!" I protested.

He looked at me side-eyed and just stared at me.

"She's so spoiled." He adds.

"I'm not!"

He approached me, and I grabbed a pillow to lift it over my face. I was blushing, and Michael reached to my side to tickle me. I couldn't hold back my loud mouth, filling the room with laughter.

"She has a beautiful smile. Like sunshine to brighten up anyone's days." He complimented.

"Turn it off!" I said as he stopped recording and leaned down to peck my forehead.

He looked at me softly, "I didn't expect you to stay up so late." He said.

"I wanted to wait up for you," I replied, looking back at him.

"Mhm, you've been snacking all over the bed, girl." He snickered.

"I'll clean it up."

He looked at the hem of my clothing, which seemed very familiar in his eyes. I hugged myself as he touched the silky cloth of my red shirt.

"You're wearing my shirt. Is it that comfortable?" He asked.

You lay on your back, looking back at him, responding, "It's comfy! Even better when I sleep in it." You smiled up at him as he shook his head, chuckling.

"You can have it. If that's your favorite one." He said.

"It is! I even like the blue one you wear." I complimented.

"What about my outfits for when I perform?" He asked.

"Uh...I like all of them!" I beamed.

"Which one is your favorite?" He asked.

I bit my lip shyly, "The one you wore in Bad and History."

"Oh...you like bad boys?" He grimaced with an eyebrow raised.

I immediately caught him off guard and continued, "Bad boys are sometimes angels as long as they don't do anything wrong."

"Okay. Nothing wrong with that. What about my History one?" He asked.

"I like your golden pants," I replied straight forward.

He let out a giggle, and his cheeks turned bright red.

"Oh my gosh..." He lowers his hand to his mouth to hold back his giggles.

"Girl, you are a mess." He says as his giggles die out.

"Not my fault the golden pants were getting the attention." I snickered.

I leaned over the bed, picked up the wrappers, and threw them in the trash. Michael was still in bed, but I forced him to shower, covered in sweat since he was in the studio. When he finished showering, Michael came right next to me wearing his silky pj's labeled with his initials in the corner that was small. 

~

Downtown, you were at the award ceremony hosted for the Bambis with Michael, only to turn out wrong after the celebration. You were still his bodyguard but worked as a spy simultaneously to get the bad guy you sought. 

Michael noticed that you weren't out of the building that a fire started to hazard, and he was worried. He didn't want to stand and do nothing, but reinforcements arrived, and Michael thought you died in there. However, you were okay after taking the bad guy into custody for causing this whole mess. 

Later, you were out with your partner to get the next mission over with to gather enough evidence. When it was done, you returned home quietly, hoping everyone was asleep except for Michael. 

He was in the living room with a lamp and a book on his lap.

"Where have you been? You shouldn't be moving around after the doctor pointed out that you could hurt your body more by moving around so much." He scolded. 

"I-I was out with a friend--"

"With who? You never told me about him." He said, slamming his book. 

"Can we talk about this in the morning?" You asked. 

Michael wouldn't let this conversation go after he gets your honest statement. 

"Y/N, you've been acting distant lately when we're together. You're going out, rushing to do everything at a certain place multiple times. Not to mention your coming home so late dressed in all of..." He stopped himself from trying to confiscate what you were wearing. 

"It's not like you would understand even if I told you. It's for your good." You clarified.

He scoffed. "My good? The only good thing I expect from my girlfriend is honesty." He pierced his lips together into a thin line. "Your hiding something from me, and I tell by your eyes. What are you doing behind my back?" 

"I-I'm not doing anything awful." 

"Did you find a new man? Post anything to the journalists? Having a one-night stand with someone?" he took a couple of steps closer to you, his eyes narrowing into yours. 

"No! None of that, Michael. I would never do anything to hurt you." You said, 

"Why are you searching through my stuff if you claim you aren't hurting me?" He demanded. 

Michael looked pissed. His eyes were burning into your own, making you tremble a bit. 

"It's just something I had to turn into the office and..." You could feel your heart accelerating, trying to explain to him without lying. "...I need it to solve a case. No big deal." 

"A case? What would that be?" He took a few steps closer to you as you slowly backed away. Your back was pressed against the wall, and his eyes were not moving away from yours. 

"It's mysterious." 

"Bullshit." 

"Watch your language, and it's not necessarily about you. Nothing bad, at least." You murmured. 

"Oh, nothing bad?" He mocked. He leaned back away from you to give you some space. "I couldn't help but wonder why I spotted some papers scattered off my desk. It wasn't like that, and I noticed some of the documents about me were possibly taken. Where is it, Y/N?"

"I only need it for--"

"Your lying. You're a terrible liar to keep this act up." He vented.

"It's not..." 

He looked at you sternly and clicked, his jaw tightening.

"Keep lying, or I'll kick you out of this house, girl." 

"Michael, I can't tell you, or I could get in trouble!" 

"Trouble? What of exactly?" He inquired. 

"I can't tell you all of this tonight or even now because I don't know how you'll react when I tell you I am a spy!" You exclaimed as the words slipped out of your mouth. You covered your mouth as Michael looked speechless.

Michael looked at you quite shocked as he felt heartbroken to hear you confess the truth.

"You're...a spy? Are you spying on what's happening in my life?" He demanded. 

He moved an inch closer to your face. 

"No...Yes...not in a bad way." You sighed. 

"I don't believe it." He dryly chuckled. 

Michael turned his heel around to walk away and looked down skulkingly. 

"Michael..." 

"I trusted you. I thought we had something, but..." He croaked. His back was faced you as he continued, "...I guess when you have someone in your life, they would just backstab you." 

"No. Michael, you only know some of the truth about why I'm doing this. It's complicated as it seems, but I promise you that everything--" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence. 

"Get out." 

"W-what?" You stammered.

"I said...get out!" He shouted. 

"But I hadn't finished explaining everything when you only learned part of my job." You replied, as Michael looked heartbroken and didn't even look at you. 

He forced himself to turn around, saying, "I don't care about your actions. You hurt me and lied to me after all of this time! Just get out of my house!" He demanded. 

"Michael--" 

"Don't let me repeat Y/N, or I'll call security." He said, turning his head away, not looking back at you. 

You turned around to leave out of the room and felt your eyes watering as you ran out of the house. Looking back, you started crying and decided to phone your partner to stay overnight.