THE COLLISION
Two worlds colliding
Content : first meeting x crash .
Part 2 -> Collided Part 3 -> Crossfire Part 4 -> Crimson
“My world had to fall apart so yours could collide with mine and set it right again.”
Rain fell in a steady rhythm against Paris streets, blurring headlights into streaks of gold and red. Inside the black van, Kylian’s driver gripped the wheel tightly, muttering under his breath about the time. The national team meeting was in ten minutes, and traffic wasn’t moving.
“I can’t be late. Take the next turn,” Kylian said quietly, eyes on his phone.
Charles, the driver, tense under Kylian’s urgency, nodded and hit the gas the moment the light flicked yellow, desperate to make it through before it turned red.
He didn’t.
The black van jerked forward, colliding with the white car in front. The sound was brief but sharp, a metallic thud followed by the soft crunch of bending metal.
Kylian’s head snapped up, heart leaping to his throat. “Merde… ugh tell them we’ll compensate everything, give them your number or mine , just let’s get moving, fast.”
The driver froze for half a second, then nodded fast, scrambling out into the rain, umbrella half-open. Kylian watched as he rushed toward the car they’d hit, knocking on the driver’s window.
Inside, a young woman was leaning forward slightly, one hand to her forehead. Rainwater streaked her windshield, and through the blur Charles saw her holding her head inside.
“Madame! I’m terribly sorry,” Charles rushed infront of her car door. “It was my fault, my boss was in a hurry, and I didn’t time it right. Please, he’ll take care of everything, there’s no need to—”
Charles froze mid-sentence when he saw the woman, blood trickling down her forehead. The car door creaked open, and Y/N stepped out, blinking against the rain, her hair plastered to her face, the blood blending faintly with the water.
“What boss? You… hit me,” she said quietly, her voice trembling but firm, hands on her forehead.
“Yes, yes, I’m terribly sorry. We will compensate, I promise, we’re just in a bit of a hurry—”
She swayed slightly, her hand brushing the side of her car for balance. “I’d rather… do it the right way,” she murmured, her voice shaking. “With the documentation, and the police. I don’t want my right to disappear in the rain.”
Kylian was already frustratedly walking over, ignoring the umbrella the driver tried to hand him. The drizzle soaked through his jacket instantly. He was in a hurry and about to say something about compensation—but when he saw her, oh god… her.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low and tense — the urgency in him gone, replaced by pure concern. In that moment, nothing else mattered but her.”
She blinked up at him, slightly disoriented. “I’m fine,” she mumbled, though the blood at her temple said otherwise.
He frowned. “You don’t look fine.”
“I just…hit my head a little.” She tried to inhale steadily. “It’s okay.”
He hesitated, eyes scanning her face. The guilt hit harder than the crash itself. “Listen,” he said softly, “you don’t have to stay here waiting for the police. Go get checked at the hospital. Here, take my number. I’ll take care of your car personally, repair, replacement, whatever it takes.”
Her eyes lifted to his, sharp even through the dizziness. “You think I’m doing this for money???”
“No,” he said quickly, his voice calm but earnest. “I just want to make it right.”
“I said,” she repeated, her voice low but unwavering, “I’ll do it the right way.”
She pulled her phone out with trembling fingers, scrolling for the emergency number. But before she could press the button, her vision blurred, the rain, the pain, the shock all blending into a dizzy haze.
“Hey—” Kylian stepped forward just as her knees gave out. Her phone slipped from her hand, hitting the wet asphalt, and she would’ve fallen if his arms hadn’t caught her in time.
“Easy,” he murmured, holding her steady against his chest. Her head lolled slightly, the rain still pouring over both of them.
“I—” she tried to speak, but her voice broke off as another wave of dizziness hit.
“Don’t move,” he said firmly. “You’ve hit your head. Just stay still.”
Her eyes fluttered shut for a second. Kylian tightened his hold.
“Hey, hey—” he said quickly, calling to her, even though he didn’t know her name yet. “Stay with me.”
He looked toward his driver. “Charles !!! Call an ambulance. Now.”
The rain didn’t let up. It only fell harder, cold, relentless, washing the streak of blood from her temple as Kylian held her, trying to keep her conscious, trying not to think about how fragile she suddenly felt in his arms.
He looked back toward the crushed white car, then back at her pale face resting against his chest. She was trembling slightly, half-conscious, lips barely moving.
“Forget the ambulance,” Kylian said suddenly, voice sharp with urgency. “She can’t wait, it’s a concussion”
He shifted his hold, one arm around her back, the other supporting her legs as he lifted her easily. She was lighter than he expected. Her head rested weakly against his shoulder, leaving a faint streak of blood on his rain-soaked shirt.
“Get her phone, Park her car on the side of the road,” he ordered, his tone clipped but steady. “Take her plate number and send me the car’s location. I’ll have it towed and repaired. Just make sure it’s locked and safe.”
Charles hesitated. “Monsieur, what about the meeting—?”
“Forget the meeting,” Kylian snapped, his jaw tight. “I’ll take her to the national team’s medical wing myself, just do what I say and come fast we need to get moving now”
He didn’t wait for a response. The rain pounded harder as he carried her toward the van. Charles did what Kylian told him and hurried back to the van, eyes wide.
Kylian already settled her carefully into the backseat, brushing the wet strands of hair from her forehead.
She stirred faintly, her voice a whisper. “You… don’t have to…”
“Yeah,” he muttered, fastening her seatbelt gently. “But I want to.”
The van started moving, tires splashing through puddles. Kylian leaned closer, keeping his gaze fixed on her pale face. Her breathing was shallow but steady.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, typing a quick message to the team coordinator: Running late. Emergency.
When he looked back at her, his chest tightened again. She looked peaceful despite the chaos, like the rain had washed the city away and left only her in its place.
He whispered almost to himself, “Hang in there, alright? Try to not sleep , We’re almost there.”
Outside, Paris blurred past in streaks of silver and light. Inside, the world had narrowed down to the faint rise and fall of her chest, and the sound of rain against glass.
By the time they reached Clairefontaine’s private medical wing, the rain had turned into a heavy downpour, drumming on the roof like an endless heartbeat.
The van hadn’t even stopped completely before Kylian opened the door and stepped out, carrying her in his arms again. The staff at the entrance looked stunned , the captain of France, drenched to the bone, holding an unconscious woman streaked with rain and blood.
“Head injury, most probably concussion” he said quickly, voice steady but low. “She was in a car crash. She needs attention now.”
The nurse nodded immediately, rushing to guide him inside. They led him to one of the emergency rooms, and a doctor met them halfway, already pulling on gloves.
“Put her here,” the doctor instructed.
Kylian laid her down gently on the bed, his hands reluctant to let go. The bright light overhead hit her face, pale, fragile, a faint bruise forming near her temple where the blood had begun to dry.
He stepped back as the doctor examined her. “Her vitals are stable,” the doctor said after a moment. “A mild concussion most likely. We’ll clean the wound and monitor her for a few hours.”
Kylian exhaled slowly, his shoulders finally easing. “Can I stay?”
The doctor hesitated, recognizing him. “You can, but she needs rest. We’ll let you know when she wakes up.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
When the doctor was done and the room cleared, it was quiet, just the faint hum of the monitors and the soft sound of rain against the window. Kylian sat beside the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the small bandage on her forehead.
Her phone had been placed on the tray table beside him, the cracked screen still glistening with rainwater. He picked it up gently, wiping it with his sleeve.
Her lock screen photo made him pause, it was a photo of her standing by the Seine river at sunset, hair caught in the wind, smiling faintly at the camera. The sky behind her glowed in soft shades of pink and gold, Paris shimmering in the distance.
Something about the image pulled at him , the simplicity, the warmth, the way she looked alive in it. Peaceful. Unbothered. As if the world had slowed down just long enough for someone to capture her exactly as she was.
It hit him harder than he expected ,she looked peaceful there, so alive…so beautiful .
He sighed, guilt pressing deeper. It wasn’t just the accident, it was that moment of instinct, that first thought of throwing money at the problem and leaving. She’d been bleeding, barely able to stand, and all he’d thought about was being late.
“You almost left her.” His inner voice kept on guilt tripping him harder.
The image of her standing in the rain, trembling but still strong, refusing to back down, replayed over and over in his mind. She hadn’t cared who he was, hadn’t cared about money or names , just doing things right. And he’d almost denied her that.
Hours passed before she finally stirred.
He noticed it instantly, the way her hand twitched slightly, her breathing shifted. Her lashes fluttered open, eyes squinting against the light.
“Hey,” he said softly, leaning closer. “Easy, you’re okay.”
Her gaze found him slowly, confused, dazed. “Where… am I?”
“At Clairefontaine medical center,” he explained. “You fainted after the crash. They said it’s just a mild concussion.”
She blinked a few times, the memory slowly piecing together. “The car… my- my car !!”
“It’s safe,” Kylian said quickly. “I had it moved and sent to a mechanic. It’ll be fixed, good as new”
Her brows furrowed slightly. “You… didn’t have to do that.”
He gave a small, tired smile. “You already told me that. But I wanted to make sure you were okay first, and the car as promised will be fixed”
She looked at him then, really looked ,taking in the soaked curls that had dried unevenly, the faint exhaustion in his eyes, the damp clothes still clinging to his frame. “You waited?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged lightly. “Didn’t feel right to just leave.”
A silence settled between them , soft, heavy, but not uncomfortable. The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, casting silver shadows through the blinds.
“You should’ve gone to your meeting,” she murmured.
He smirked faintly. “And tell them what? That I hit someone and left her in the rain?”
Despite herself, a weak laugh escaped her, quiet and breathy. “Still… not how I imagined meeting Kylian Mbappé.”
His brows lifted slightly in surprise. “So you do know who I am.”
“I have social media” she said softly. “Hard not to.”
“Well,” he said, resting his forearms on his knees, voice dropping lower, “I’m usually better at first impressions.”
Her smile lingered, small but real. “You weren’t that bad. You just… terribly stressed out your driver .”
He chuckled under his breath. “I’ll take the blame for that.”
For a moment, their eyes met, and stayed. The tension from before melted into something quieter, something unfamiliar but magnetic.
He leaned forward, his tone softer now. “So… what do I call the woman I nearly killed because I couldn’t stop stressing out my driver?”
She blinked at him, surprised at the mix of humor and sincerity in his voice. Then, after a pause, she said quietly, “Y/N.”
He repeated it, testing the sound on his tongue. “Y/N.”
Something about it felt too personal, too gentle for a stranger, but it fit her.
“Well, Y/N,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile, “I think I owe you more than just a car repair.”
Her expression softened, her voice barely audible. “Just… dont stress your driver next time, if your late it’s on you”
He smiled, eyes lingering on her. “I will. I promise.”
And for a moment, with the rain whispering against the window and her name still fresh on his tongue, it didn’t feel like a crash anymore.
Two days later
The city looked cleaner after the rain, washed, quiet, almost peaceful.
Y/N stood outside the mechanic’s garage, the scent of wet metal and motor oil mixing with the faint chill in the air. Her white car sat by the entrance, shining as if it’s just new.
The mechanic had called that morning to tell her everything was fixed & already paid for. She didn’t need to come in, but she did anyway. Maybe she wanted to see it with her own eyes. Maybe she wanted to see him again.
“Madame?” the mechanic called out. “The gentleman who handled the payment wanted to check the car himself too ,he should be here soon.”
Her pulse jumped before she could reason with herself. Of course he did.
And then, as if the thought summoned him, she heard that familiar voice behind her , softer this time, no rush, no urgency.
“Bonjour.”
She turned. Kylian stood there, hoodie up, eyes tired but clearer than they’d been at the hospital.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The memory of that night the crash, the rain, his arms holding her up, hovered quietly between them.
“You didn’t have to come,” she said finally.
“I did,” he replied. “I wanted to make sure you recovered well and that your car is as good as new.”
Her lips twitched, almost smiling. “You already did enough by staying that night.”
He looked at her , really looked , and something in his chest eased. “Didn’t feel right to leave.”
“Most people would’ve,” she murmured, brushing her hand along the repaired bumper.
“I’m not most people,” he said quietly.
The mechanic stepped out, wiping his hands. “Everything’s perfect. No internal damage. Drives like new.”
Y/N nodded, brushing her fingertips across the hood. “Looks fine. Thank you so much”
Kylian shifted beside her. “You should probably still rest. Head injuries take time.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You sound like a doctor.”
He smiled faintly. “I googled it.”
That earned a laugh from her , soft, brief, but real. “Well, Docteur Mbappé, I appreciate the concern.”
He shrugged, eyes lingering on her just a little too long. “Can’t help it.”
The mechanic went back inside, leaving them alone by the car.
She glanced at him. “How did you even get here? I didn’t see your van., or Charles ”
He hesitated, then grinned slightly. “Took an Uber. Didn’t want anyone knowing where I was going. My driver would’ve told the staff I was off running errands for some ‘mystery girl.’”
She laughed softly. “Mystery girl, huh?”
“That’s what they’d call you.”
A small silence passed before she said, “Do you need a ride back? I can drop you somewhere nearby.”
He hesitated, unsure.
She caught it and added gently, “It’s okay if you don’t want me to know your address. I just wanted to be nice. I can take you somewhere close.”
That made him laugh, low and real. “You actually care, huh?”
“Maybe I just hate seeing people stranded,” she said, trying not to smile.
He shook his head, still smiling. “No, let’s go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’s okay as long as it’s you” he said, heading to the passenger side. “I’m trusting you not to crash the car with us in it this time.”
She rolled her eyes as he got in, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Keep talking like that and I might reconsider.”
He chuckled softly, buckling his seatbelt. “You drive; I’ll behave.”
The engine hummed to life , the same sound that had followed a collision days ago.
But this time, it felt different.
Calmer. Softer.
The car moved smoothly through the quiet streets, the world still damp from the rain. The faint mixture scent of hers and his filled the air. Y/N kept her eyes on the road, her fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.
Kylian sat beside her, his hoodie down now, curls still a little messy from the drizzle. He hadn’t said much since they left the garage. Just watched her drive, calm, steady, unbothered.
“You really came all the way here just to check the car?” she asked finally, eyes flicking to him.
He hummed. “That… and to make sure you’re actually okay.”
“I told you I was fine.”
“I know,” he said quietly, “but saying it and seeing it aren’t the same.”
Something in his tone made her glance at him. He wasn’t smiling this time. She exhaled. “You’re still blaming yourself, aren’t you?”
He gave a half-shrug. “I stressed my driver out. He shouldn’t have crossed the traffic light. We shouldn’t have—”
“Hey,” she interrupted softly, “stop.”
He looked at her, startled.
“It was raining,” she said, her voice gentler now. “It was an accident. You guys didn’t hit me on purpose.”
His laugh came out hollow. “Doesn’t change the fact that I did.”
“You didn’t,” she corrected. “Your driver did. You just stressed him & yelled too much.”
That earned a small smile, the first one since they’d started driving. “You’re not supposed to make jokes about it.”
“Maybe I’m trying to make you stop overthinking.”
He leaned back, watching her. “You’re weirdly good at that.”
“At what?”
“Making things feel lighter.”
She smiled faintly. “You’re just saying that because you feel guilty.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “because it’s true.”
The air in the car shifted, softer now, easier. The kind of calm that sneaks in when two people stop pretending they don’t care.
Y/N cleared her throat. “You could’ve sent someone to check the car for you, you know. You didn’t have to come.”
“I wanted to,” he said simply. “Didn’t feel right not to.”
She tried to hide her smile, but it crept through anyway. “You’re stubborn.”
“Occupational hazard,” he said, smirking. “So is charming people who almost hate me.”
“Almost being the key word,” she said, rolling her eyes.
He laughed quietly, and the sound filled the space between them, warm, familiar, like something they’d both missed without realizing it.
“Careful,” she teased, “you keep talking like that, I might start thinking you actually like being here.”
“Maybe I do,” he said, eyes still on her. “Maybe I like the company.”
She turned her head just enough to meet his gaze , steady, unreadable, but there was something there. Something that hadn’t been there the first night.
For a long while, they just drove ,headlights sweeping over puddles, the rhythm of the tires steady and calm, the music from her playlist playing in the background.
The world outside blurred into silver and gray, and inside, it was just them , two strangers bound by a crash that could’ve broken them but instead, somehow, began something else.
When she finally stopped in front of his building, neither of them moved.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said quietly.
“Thanks for trusting me not to crash this time,” she teased, her voice light but her heart far from it.
He laughed under his breath. “Guess I trust you with more than that now.”
She smiled, small, genuine, the kind that reached her eyes. “Goodnight, Kylian.”
He hesitated, then leaned in just slightly, close enough for his voice to drop to a whisper. “Goodnight, Y/N…I will text you”
She nodded, genuinely smiling once again. He stepped out into the cool night air, closing the door softly behind him.
She watched him go, hands still on the steering wheel, her pulse loud in her ears.
Maybe it was too soon. Maybe it was too complicated.
But as the taillights of his reflection faded from her mirror, she already knew …something had started.
And this time, it wasn’t an accident.
