Like a Supermodel // KinKun

~ 12 ~

"Glad we could work with you, Oikawa!" Kindaichi grinned.

"My pleasure," Oikawa gave a soft smile. It was fake. Kunimi knew that.

"Bye, Kunimi," Oikawa gave a wave and another fake smile.

Kunimi decided not to respond.

"Makki!" Oikawa called for his manager.

"Mattsun?" Kunimi muttered, looking around for his manager as well.

They were both gone. Kunimi sighed. He couldn't care less about what Mattsun was doing. As long as it wasn't Sorin.

"Hey Kunimi," Kindaichi's voice filled his ears.

"No!"

"Huh?" Kindaichi looked confused, "are you feeling ok? I was just returning your phone, you left it at the party."

"O-Oh thanks," Kunimi blushed a bit. So he did leave it at Kindaichi's, but Kindaichi must have thought he left it at the party so he doesn't know what happened.

"Ha, bug.." Oikawa whispered.

Kunimi sighed, feeling his heart sink a bit. Everytime he heard that nickname or any other nickname used to bully him, he couldn't help, but feel bad.

Kindaichi blushed, "uh.. Are you busy at lunch?"

'Is he asking me to lunch?' Kunimi asked himself, "uh.. Yeah, I'm busy."

"Oh, right, as expected."

"Sorry, we were looking around," Mattsun informed, entering with Makki, fixing his tie.

Oikawa scoffed, "let's go, Makki."

"Right."

And the two left.

"What a douche.." Kunimi muttered.

"Kunimi!" A voice cried out. A very familiar voice. A voice Kunimi dreaded to hear.

The owner of the voice grabbed a drink off of the plate Hinata brought in earlier.

"What Sorin?" Kunimi glared.

"Please, take me back."

"No."

"Please, I don't have money to pay for my apartment rent," Sorin got on his knees, begging.

"Maybe you would have the money if you didn't drink all the time," Kunimi grumbled.

"I won't do it again."

"I'm sorry, but I can't trust you anymore," Kunimi shook his head.

"Kunimi, is he bothering you?" Kindaichi asked from the back of the room.

'Please don't get involved,' Kunimi begged silently then called out, "no, everything's alright."

Kindaichi frowned, he didn't believe him so he whispered something into a walkie talkie.

"Listen, Sorin, you've got to find a new job," Kunimi informed, "good luck with finding one with a shitty reputation."

"Come on, Kunimi, you know me," Sorin smiled sadly.

"Sir, you're gonna have to come with me," a guy with short cropped blonde hair with black stripes walked up to them.

"Thank you, Kyotani," Kindaichi thanked this 'Kyotani,' who grabbed Sorin.

"Unhand me!" Sorin yelled out, stumbling around.

"Hoping I didn't have to do this," Kyotani sighed.

Sorin was now on the ground as Kyotani picked him up and left the room.

"Thanks," Kunimi sighed to Kindaichi who had walked up to stand by him.

"Anytime... uh... do you want to get dinner tonight?"

"Sorry, I can't, see ya," and Kunimi left the building.