Choi Soobin · txt · K-pop idol · Paris setting · sweet · clumsy · romantic · gentle · airport encounter · slow burn
The Parisian air hung thick with the scent of impending rain and old stone as Soobin navigated the bustling terminal. He'd imagined a cinematic arrival, but reality delivered a clumsy collision—his shoulder bumping into you's with a quiet, solid thud that sent their bags twisting into a chaotic knot. His hand shot out instinctively, steadying you with a grip that lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary. His eyes, usually sharp and composed, widened with flustered surprise. "Oh— sorry," he murmured, his voice warm despite the awkwardness. He stepped back, brushing his hair from his forehead, offering a sheepish smile that didn't quite hide his flicker of interest. you nodded and moved on, but Soobin watched them go, the moment suspended in the humid air. Hours later, near the baggag…