bsumone | ❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

If all-black streetwear didn't fit the autumn vibe then neither did someone dressed in bright colors that almost seemed to have a hip hop vibe. Piercings were easily on display but so were a few tattoos. After all, this was a guy who didn't get cold easily. This was nothing compared to the bone-chilling winters he'd grown up in on the streets while starving. Which meant naturally he could go around enjoying being sleeveless for right now.

Luckily that also meant he'd be easy to spot when he caught the scarf that had been blown away. Looking around, he saw the guy it belonged to and Chasin gave him a grin.

"Missing something?"

Neon's about to let out a string of expletives, chasing down the scarf. Look, just because he could easily buy a replacement doesn't necessarily mean he wants to. His mom got this for him, okay.

His boots smack against the ground as he tears down the street, all thoughts of maybe getting a coffee out of his mind as he weaves in and out of the crowds. But then a guy, a very brightly-toned guy in contrast to his own appearance, seems to stop grin at him. Neon furrows his brow before -

"Oh, fuck, that was a sweet catch!"

"Thanks. Catching things is my specialty."

No fucking kidding really. Chasin was a bounty hunter, after all. There was a reason why he'd named himself what he had. Well, that and he thought he was hilarious but that was another matter entirely.

"Here ya go. Better knot it somehow with these winds."

Otherwise there'd be more of these dramatic chase scenes happening!

"Man, I'd been waiting for the weather to get cold so I could wear this 'fit and this is how it repays me? Fucked up," Neon scoffs, though he doesn't stop grinning ear to ear.

He looks around suspiciously. "Unless it's been forcing me into a meet-cute situation. I feel like I've seen this in a Meg Ryan movie." Look, he can be a Guy while also watching older romantic comedies.

And then: "Thanks, though. For the catch."

"I was totally thinking this was like one of those dramas. No cameras though." He looked around just to check since one really never knew! "Too bad because we're cute together."

That whole opposites attract thing that people were into.

Chasin turned his grin back to the guy and held out his hand. "No problem. I'm Chasin, by the way."

Neon makes no effort to hide the way he eyes him up, his 'whiskered' grin wide and toothy. "Cute" sounds about right.

"I'm not really a believer in fate but I'll give anything a shot," he returns with a wink, shaking his hand. "Neon." It's not the worst name as far as kid names of public figures go and could very well be an idol's stage name too. But he doesn't sound ashamed at all and even gives a tip of an invisible hat.

He drops his hand eventually, sliding his own back into the pocket of his split-knee cargoes. "It is fucking windy out."

"Neon. Nice name."

Looking around, he noted the wind then nodded for the guy to come with him. "Fuck this wind. Let's go inside and get something to drink instead. There's a cafe over there that I saw which looked like it had food too."

And he was always ready to eat.

"I should get a treat for my hero, huh?" Neon suggests with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Without thinking, he extends an arm to him all gallantly. Just to fit into the rom-com k-drama scenario with which they've been presented. Plus, he thinks he's cute and has a not-so-secret thing for people doe eyes.

"Shall we?"

"Thought actually hadn't crossed my mind. But if you're offering!"

He immediately took up that arm with a laugh. With his other, he pointed to the cafe and started to tug him along. Oh sure maybe his arm was in the 'bottom' position but he was still the pushiest bottom around!

"Let's go! I sense we can create more of this drama together!"

Neon snorts. He really isn't that much of a romantic, but he kind of likes the idea of turning an odd happenstance into something more. Especially if the person he's doing it with is this cute and bubbly.

"Next thing you know, someone's gonna catch someone while tripping in slow motion," he jokes, wrinkling his nose and showing off his smile whiskers again.

He does, to his credit, hold the door open for Chasin. "After you."

Chasin stepped inside the door, walking backwards so he could look Neon up and down. A hum and then he snapped his fingers to point at him. "Better you be the one to trip. I think I'm stronger than you so I might be too heavy for you to catch."

Flawless solution and reasoning if you asked him. Then he reached out to snatch his hand in order to drag him to the counter.

"Order whatever you want. My treat."

"Dude, I've gotta be taller than you," Neon protests, looking himself over. Even with his chunky shoes, he has to have a few inches on him!

But then again, he's always liked the idea of being princess-carried.

"I also thought I was treating you!" And now he's a little huffy. Let him have something here, man. He's already played the damsel with his lost scarf like a scene out of Phantom of the Opera.

❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

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