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yoiisa · 1 month ago

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2AM, WHO DO YOU LOVE? ⋆˙⟡ REO MIKAGE

"My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again, These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you." - "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift Tags: TW for mentions of an arranged marriage as well as familial fights towards the end of the story, but other than that, just pure, unadulterated fairytale, Cinderella fluff! part 2 is here!!

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I’m writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums.

“Enchanted” is literally Speak Now in a nutshell, so I knew this had to be the song I chose. I also highly recommend listening to "Planetarium" and "Mia and Sebastian's Theme" from La La Land in general but also specifically for this fic. Speak Now is one of my top 3 TS albums of all time, so this was so much fun to write! Hope you enjoy!

The drinks were way too bitter for his liking.

Reo honestly should be literally anywhere and everywhere, but his father's temper had run way too short. After skipping out on the last gala to practice soccer with Nagi, his dad had very . . . choice words for Reo, and any hopes and schemes of ditching tonight were promptly shut down.

So now here he was, in a suit, with no tie because he refused to be suffocating even more than he already was, watching the throng of pretentious assholes and their wives mingle with each other. He supposed he could gorge himself on the plate of shrimps sitting on the tables lining the sides of the rooms, but he'd already visited the refreshments twice, and he didn't want to look like a glutton.

Reo's fingers run through his hair, mussing the strands. His too-perfect hairdo comes undone easily, despite the amount of hairspray and gel went into securing it. He takes another sip of his drink, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut in order to prevent the grimace from overpowering his face.

When he opens them, his gaze trains the doors that have just opened. A girl slips through them, a lilac dress hugging her silhouette. Her hands wear gloves up to her elbows and she looks around the room, appearing a bit uncomfortable at the sea of people around her. Reo sympathizes with her- after all, if he could bolt this second, he would.

His eyes follow her as she maneuvers through the sea of people, before getting to the foot of the staircase that he's standing at the top of. She glances behind her nervously, before continuing up the steps at a quicker pace. When she looks up and sees him, she smiles.

Reo's heart stops. The whole room seems to stop, it's noise reducing dramatically, the people stilling completely. The only two people alive in this party is him . . . and her.

She nods in a greeting and brushes past him. Suddenly, the world continues to spin and Reo whirls around.

"Wait!" he calls, darting up after her. She turns and looks up at him as he comes to stand next to him. He clears his throat, suddenly feeling stupid for his outburst. Why'd he call after her like that? What should he say now? His throat is going dry, he can feel it.

"Are you hot?" you ask, and Reo's brain short circuits.

"W-what?"

"Your face," you point out, "it's turning all red."

"Ah, umm," Reo smiles nervously and shakes his head. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and fans himself a little. "No. I'm not hot right now. Although it is pretty stuffy in here, no?"

You nod and sigh, "Tell me about it." Your eyes dart back over all the people, a hint of that nervousness returning.

"Are you looking for someone?" Reo asks while trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.

You startle and shake your head, profusely saying, "Oh, no no, not at all. I'm, umm, actually kinda trying to avoid someone right now."

"Avoid?"

You look down at the floor. "My parents want to set me up with the son of some rich guy, but I don't know who it is. I've been kinda avoiding them the whole night because I'm scared the minute they catch me, they'll sweep me off to meet him."

"Damn," Reo says dumbfounded. "Do you know who the guy is? I can help you keep a lookout."

You shake your head. "I don't know anything about him. They told me in the car, but . . . I guess I was so shocked I completely tuned them out. I didn't even know they knew someone this high class to come to a party like this. I was just gonna go hide in the bathroom until it was time to leave."

Reo chuckles. "Well, I mean, the bathroom is a good hiding spot, but the view is shit, literally," you snort and he smirks. "I can take you to a better spot to get away from the crowd."

"You've hidden here before?"

"My parents own this venue."

"Oh."

He snorts and takes your wrist, gently pulling you up the rest of the stairs and into a corridor. "C'mon."

Reo guides you down hallways lined with expensive decor, the sheer size of his house leaving you feeling breathless. Your family wasn't the most wealthy, but you were pretty well off still. Nevertheless, you felt like you lived in the slums compared to the grandeur of this house.

He finally leads you out onto a balcony, which overlooks the Tokyo city skyline. Tiny specks of lights glimmer out in front of you, blinking in a sea of darkness otherwise. You marvel at it all, your hand falling from Reo's as you step out farther onto the balcony. He watches as you become more and more enamored with each passing step.

"Do you like it?" he asks sheepishly.

"It's beautiful."

He nods. "I used to come out here and play hide and seek when I was little. I'd sit in the corner over there and wait until someone found me."

You smile, but suddenly, a gust of wind brushes past the two of you. The skirt of your dress ruffles in the breeze and your hair blows wildly around you. You wrap your arms around yourself to try and shield yourself from the chill, but then fabric envelopes you. You open your eyes and look up to see Reo smiling down at you, and wrapping his suit's jacket around your shoulders.

You blush a little and tug the lapels a bit tighter around you. "What a prince you are."

"How could I leave a lady out here in the cold all helpless?" he teases back.

You giggle and he swears he could get drunk on the sound alone. Seeing you like this stirs something in him and before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "Do you know how to dance?"

"What?"

"Umm, nevermind, sorry forget I asked that," he shakes his head.

"No-no! I do know how to. I mean, kinda."

" . . . do you want to dance then? With me?"

"Here?" the wind continues blowing around you, albeit more gently this time.

"If you want to," Reo takes your hand in his and pulls his phone out with his other hand. He pulls up some piano music and sets his phone back in his pocket.

Putting one hand on your waist and the other intertwining with your fingers, he slowly begins to lead you through a simple waltz. One step forward, then to the side, then to the back, then to the side again and on and on and on. At first the two of you are incredibly stiff, but gradually, as the music swells through different melodies, the two of you become more accustomed to this dance. Reo even spins you at one point, earning a loud but happy yelp from you.

The two of you grow your dance out from the tiny box you started in, now spinning and prancing all over the balcony. Reo is absolutely mesmerized by the way you move, gliding over the cement as if you were born to do this.

As the music of a particular song comes to a climax, Reo twirls you in his arms one more time before dropping you over his knee in a low dip. He doesn't miss the sight of your eyes widening, allowing more light to reflect from them like stars. Your face grows warm, accentuating the blush already in your makeup. Your lips part slightly and you gasp a little in surprise. His nose brushes yours and you feel lightheaded and surefooted all at once. A new song starts, a soft melody he recognizes from a movie he saw with his mom about an aspiring pianist and an aspiring actress in California.

"Too much?" he asks huskily.

"Maybe a little," you respond after a beat, and yet neither of you make a move to pull away.

Reo fully lowers the both of you to the floor, now kneeling with you on the ground. Your hand remains steadfast in his as his violet eyes meet your heady gaze. He wants to kiss you so bad, and he almost does, but then a thought occurs to him.

"I just remembered," he whispers, "I don't know your name."

"Oh, right. I'm [name]," you lean in closer. "And you are?"

Just as Reo opens his mouth, a loud ringing fills the space. Your phone is buzzing and as you pick it up, you see the time. 11:45 P.M. Well, you successfully avoided them, and in doing so royally pissed them off. You have five missed calls from your mom and three from your dad spanning the past half an hour. How you're only now noticing is beyond you but you know you're in deep shit.

"Oh, no," you stand abruptly. "I have to go right now. My parents are gonna be furious, we were supposed to leave half an hour ago!"

You take off towards the doors of the balcony, and Reo's barely able to call out, "Wait- [name]!"

"Thank you for the dance!" You call over your shoulder as you swing open the doors. "It was wonderful meeting you!"

"Wait, you don't know my name!" he shouts running after you. "How will I find you! I don't know your last name- I said wait!"

But you're so laser focused on how much trouble you're going to be in you barely register Reo. You rush through the hallways again, and Reo is too slow behind you. He bursts back out into the main room to see it still packed as ever. He frantically searches the crowd for your dress, but his eyes fail. He can't see you anywhere, you must've already left.

He slumps back against the wall and hangs his head low as he slides to the floor. Fuck.

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"I can't believe you just disappeared on us like that!" your father roars on the drive home. "Do you have any idea how embarrassed we are! The whole night we promised the Mikage family that we'd present you, and we never got a chance to even show them you in person! You are so ungrateful!"

You keep your head dipped low, unable to meet his eyes through the rearview. Your mother puts her hand on his shoulder and sighs. "We worked so hard to get you this arrangement, [name]. The least you could do is meet him. If you don't like him even after the third date, we understand, but you haven't even met Reo once! What if he ends up an incredible man for you?"

"I told you already, I don't want an arranged marriage," you protest. "I want to meet someone organically, and fall in love!"

"You can't keep living in a fantasy world [name]!" your father drones on with just as much venom. "Sooner or later, you're going to have to wake up and get a taste of reality and it'll knock you on your ass so hard, you won't even know what hit you! This is what we get for raising such a sheltered and naive . . ."

You tune your father out and stare out of the car windows. Regret weighs heavy in your stomach. You could've spared a second to hear that boy's name, but you didn't, so hyper focused on how furious your parent would be that you had ghosted them the whole night.

You'd never see him again. Your eyes sting and your lip wobbles. You hope he knows how happy you were to have gotten the chance to meet him at least. He really was something straight out of a fairytale.

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The party was long over. Reo was in his pajamas and in his bed, but he could not sleep for anything. He couldn't get over the weight of your hand in his or the smell of your perfume as you danced, or your laugh or the sound of your name!

[name]. [name].

He tossed and turned the whole night, and when he finally looked over at his clock, the red 2:34 blinked back at him mockingly.

The way you'd run off still played back in his head, and he swore it'd haunt him until the day he died. The way your dress's skirt billowed and your hair whipped behind you, like you were Cinderella at midnight. Gone in the blink of an eye.

No. No, he couldn't think like this. He couldn't let you pass him by. He got what he wanted, whether that be soccer or you. He'd find you.

He had to.

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