Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

spark

Love is a finicky thing. It's unpredictable, it's volatile and confusing and sometimes so subtle you don't know you're in love until it's too late. Sometimes you think you're in love when you're not.

Sometimes, in the words of Mavis from Hotel Transylvania, it could be a 'zing' where it just works. Where everything falls into place like puzzle pieces carefully fitted together to create a beautiful picture. At first you're not sure what picture it is (unless you look at the puzzle box) but when it's done, you're proud of it.

Or maybe, sometimes it's like puzzles that take time, with pieces that don't fit together, and you can't seem to figure it out. Some pieces fit, but it's just barely half the image. Sometimes they fit and they don't even make sense and it's frustrating.

Sometimes, love lasts for a long time, sometimes forever. Maybe that's where the thought of soulmates erupted from, when two people stayed together for better and for worse. That was what marriage vows were made of, after all. When they managed to love each other through everything, the love never faded.

But then there were those who loved and lost. Love could also be like a flame put out with water or the cold. Love can freeze to death, until that rush, that zing is gone and all that is left is a sad husk of what used to be there.

All that is left is memories.

Like water in a bottle that has been cooled in the refrigerator, but not to the point where it was frozen. When you slam the bottle on a flat counter, the pressure forces a seed to form at the top, and then the entire thing freezes. All it needed was that one little nudge.

Perhaps that's what love needed, just a little seed to spark something.

But to be nudged, one had to take the first step. What if they were scared to do so? What if, even with that nudge it shatters and falls to pieces? What is sometimes, love was just destined to lose it's spark?