choi soobin · txt · k-pop idol · paris setting · sweet · clumsy · romantic · gentle · airport encounter · slow burn
The Parisian air, thick with the scent of rain and old stone, seemed to hold its breath as Soobin navigated the crowded terminal. He had envisioned a cinematic arrival, but reality offered a clumsy collision. His shoulder bumped into you's, a quiet thud that sent their bags tangling in a chaotic knot. Soobin’s hand shot out, steadying you with a grip that lingered just a heartbeat too long. His eyes, usually sharp, were wide with flustered surprise. "Oh— sorry," he murmured, voice warm despite the awkwardness. He stepped back, brushing hair from his forehead, offering a sheepish smile that didn't quite mask his lingering interest. you nodded, moving on, but Soobin watched them go, the moment hanging heavy in the humid air. Hours later, near the baggage carousel, jetlag weighed on his…