Disclaimer: I don't own KnB. The title and the plot idea was from a certain story in wattpad. I got the consent through a friend. :3

It hurts, Kise thought as he was fighting back the tears threatening to fall in any minute, sluggishly dragging his feet, one with a sprained ankle. A pair of six-inches high heels at hand.

Compared to his aching foot, his heart was doing a hundred times better in making the pain he felt more unbearable.

It was so utterly stupid of him. He should have known something was going on between his boyfriend and that best friend of his. But who would blame him for putting too much trust on his boyfriend?

He was the type of guy who was afraid of breaking trusts and treasures relationship too much. He might have have little imperfections like being an anti-social, stubborn, never honest with his feelings, and very unromantic, but he was the most perfect for Kise despite his weirdness, odd obsessions, and stoicism.

The total opposite of the blonde.

He thought he had the best boyfriend. Until he cheated.

Kise wailed and a strangled cry escaped. He didn't mean to make it sound like a lamb ready for a sacrifice. So ungraceful, specially for a model like him. Thank goodness it was already midnight an hour ago and nobody was around the park he ran into. But then again, he didn't care.

He wanted to curse and insult his boyfriend a hundred times. No, he wanted to tie him and that best friend of his together and throw them at the river. Naked. Or maybe he could slit their throats while they were busy pouncing each other's asses.

Lots of death plans was multiplying like a virus inside Kise's head, mainly from his favorite slash and suspense films. Yet, he could not bring himself to do so. Especially with the tears blurring his vision, and the pounding headache from stress.

Also, not with the small phrase of "I still love him" being chanted by an unknown voice he very much wanted to kick was ringing inside his brain.

Ah, the irony of love.

"I hate you! I really, really hate you! You're a bastard, hurting me like this! But I... sniffs... I... sniffs... I still love you, Midorima Shintarou!"

Then the dam broke.

Kise already expected his half-assed yell to be drowned by the dead silence. Until somebody shouted back, that was.

"What the hell idiot, will you shut up?!"

The blonde looked incredulously around, trying to find the source of the voice. Last time he checked, he was completely alone in the park.

For a while, he forgot his ridiculous sentimentalizing over his cheater of a boyfriend.

"You almost make my ears bleed, you know that?" Footsteps came closer to him. From the dark, a tall dark man emerged, freaking Kise comically.

"G-Ganguro!" Kise exclaimed. "Err, you did well camouflaging in the dark," he commented after regaining his posture.

"Wha- Grr, you're irritating. Just shut up, drag queen!"

"Hey! Who are you calling a drag?! I'm a model, dammit!"

"Your make up says otherwise."

The model gasped. Oh God, his eyeliner and mascara were probably ruined, that's why. Stupid modeling agency making him participate in a cross dressing photo shoot.

Kise puffed his cheeks. "At least I'm still better looking than you. Hmpf!" He crossed his arms.

The stranger clicked his tongue in exasperation. "I wonder why I'm assigned to kidnap you," he blurted.

The blonde huffed in annoyance. "Well, then don't kid- what?" His eyes went wide. "You're joking, right?"

The dark guy's expression contorted into a dangerous smirk, his white set of teeth flashing. Kise backed away slowly. "What if I tell you I'm not? You scared?"

The model gulped. He's not serious, okay? It's just... Is there really no one around?! He nervously kept the distance when the ganguro slowly advances. Shit, somebody help me!

At the sight of a trembling blonde, with eyes wide in fear, the kidnapper couldn't help but think it was too easy. He revealed a white handkerchief wet with chloroform. "C'mere. It won't hurt."

Kise decided that yes, the guy was definitely serious. Congratulations for not finding it out sooner. "A-As if!" He shouted before turning around. He could dash for a run, his powerful legs were his assets in sports back in high school, especially in basketball. Besides, the guy was really taller than him, of bigger built. He couldn't be that fast.

Or so he thought.

The blonde's forearm was immediately grabbed when he was already three meters away, the best he could manage with one of his foot injured. Damn, he completely forgot that. He tripped at a step, giving his self-proclaimed kidnapper a chance to catch up.

Still, how come he was that fast?!

"Augh," Kise groaned in pain as he felt his foot almost twisting a radius. "Darn!"

Heavily tanned hands took hold of him rather roughly. "Okay, I took back what I thought. You're noisy and undeniably troublesome." It kind of amazed Kise that he didn't even panted when he said that.

The white cloth was situated dangerously near Kise's nose before it was completely pressed to his face. The heavy scent was nauseating, making him lightheaded. As his eyes drooped down little by little, Kise knew he was in a deep shit.

Midorimacchi... save me.

Allow me to pull this one off. :D