#meowuness

“Micha, I appreciate the sentiment really. But I feel like I don't really have a reason to go there. I- I'm sorry. I mean, I have my whole life here, I can't just leave it because some boy dumped me." You replied quietly. 

“Just know I’m always here for you, okay?" His voice was softer than his usual cocky tone. 

“Thank you, goodbye, Micha." Was the last thing you said before you hung up and took a deep sigh. 

You could feel a headache beginning. God, this was a pr disaster. Your team had already begun trying to cover up any gossip that had spread about your relationship with Reo. 

It wasn't about you. It was about the company’s image. How would investors feel if they found out that the daughter of the CEO had been clinging onto the Mikage's son like he was the last drop of water in the desert instead of attending conferences and business dinners? You were head over heels for him. Looking back at it, you just seemed desperate. 

And now to add onto it, Michael Kaiser decided to suddenly call you.

 It's not like he's a complete stranger, and honestly, you loved Germany. But getting a call from him of all people? 

Your family had decided to move to Germany just for a few years when they first began their company to try and gain foreign investment. 

That's when you met him. 

He had just begun his soccer career, and he looked out of place in the Hermès store. He looked like a lost puppy, and that drew you to him. You both hit it off. His big ego was interesting to be around, and at late at  night when everyone was asleep, he would feel scared about his career and the future; you were there to comfort him. 

One night while you were begging him to take better care of his hair, he kissed you. And you hesitantly kissed him back. 

Anyways, enough of that. 

You needed to rebuild your image; you didn't want to look like some girl who needed a man to survive. I mean, your family owns one of the biggest companies in the country! You should be living it up instead of sulking over a boy who dumped you because his mommy and daddy told him to. 

Gosh, thinking about it didn't even make you sad anymore; all it did was make you angry about all the money and time spent on him. 

As you picked yourself off of your soft couch, your phone buzzed. 

A notification from... Michael? 

- ̗̀ 𐑄⁀➴ ̖́-  I'm gonna be in Japan for a few weeks for overseas training. 

You bit your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard. It's not like you were going to get with Michael, right? So what if the press caught you? You were just going to meet up with an old friend.  Your fingers began typing out a reply before you could fully process anything else about the situation. 

- ̗̀ 𐑄⁀➴ ̖́-  Let’s meet up? We can hangout  

Before you could even turn your phone off, it buzzed in your hand. 

- ̗̀ 𐑄⁀➴ ̖́- Let’s hang out like we used to in Germany  ;) 

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But why? It's not fair, your parents also own a big company. You're both basically from the same world. While your parents’ company may not be Mikage-level wealth, your name is nothing to scoff at either. 

Why couldn't it be you?

“Sorry, I have to go. It's getting late." You almost laughed at his reply he truly never cared. 

You stood there in the middle of the parking garage, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

Even while your voice began to tremble, you began, "I never meant anything to you, did I? I was nothing but a pastime to you? Go now; even I can't fix problems like yours. I don't know why I even tried." 

As you turned your back on him, you hoped he'd run after you, that he’d start calling you sweet names like he used to. But all you got in return was the sound of the car door closing and the sound of an engine humming. 

Your expensive heels made every step away from him sting more than it should. The silk dress felt like it was made of sandpaper against your skin. As you waited outside the parking garage for your driver to come pick you up. You saw Reo one last time as he drove in front of you. 

He glanced over at you and sped up to make the light. He didn't even offer you a ride home. 

Being involved with the Mikage family was hell. 

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pt 2.

Someone was spooning you.

You felt it.

The heavy, long arms holding you by the torso, as if you'd run away in your sleep. You quickly got up and screamed, questioning who the man was. 

The rustling of sheets and commotion woke the man up with a grumble. Now that you were up, you got a good look at him; his white hair managed to cover his eyes. 

"What the hell are you doing in my bed!?" You yelled. 

“What, no, you’re in my bed," the man spoke as he reached for his pillow and placed it over his head. As if you were just a noisy mosquito that was disturbing his sleep. 

Seriously, did this man have no survival instincts?

You quickly scanned over the room, and OH MY GOSH, he was right. 

Had you been sleepwalking? Maybe you got drunk or too high? The man’s monotone voice cut through before you could question yourself any further. 

"Your hands look at them," he said with a bored expression on his face.

Before you even peered down, you felt a tingling, warm sensation starting from your fingertips as it slowly made its way up your arms throughout the rest of your body. As you looked at your body, it was vanishing? It wasn't like you were turning into dust, you were just kind of fading away. 

The man stared at you with an expression you still hadn't seen it was interest? confusion? 

Before you could even begin to panic or cry, you realized you were sitting on your bed. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to figure out what was going on. 

Obviously, that was a dream, right? It was the only logical explanation, right? I mean, yes, a dream, just a really, really realistic one. A lucid dream. That was what gave you the most comfort, so that's what it was. 

You looked over at your alarm: 8:00 a.m. on the dot. Damn it, you wanted to sleep in on your day off. You hesitantly got off the bed and hopped into the shower to wipe off the glistening sheen of sweat that had appeared over your body. 

Your wet hair was being held by the towel as you brushed your teeth. As you rinsed out your mouth, you looked into the mirror. And despite the slight fog that the mirror had gathered, you could tell that what you were looking at was not your reflection.

In the mirror, the white-haired man was staring right back at you with his toothbrush still in his mouth. His eyes widened. 

"Oh wow, guess I'm not crazy," you clearly heard him say. 

"Holy shit," you said to yourself, not once breaking eye contact with him.