What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 15|Sparks: Zorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn explains the infamous "spark"

Corbyn's POV
" Corbyn, thank you so much for joining us today," a pleasant smile folding the woman's face.

Corbyn's lips curving with a grin of his own. Shrugging gently," it's nothing really. Thanks for giving me something to do," ice-blue drifting over the set lazily.

It wasn't anything spectacular. A green screen behind him, tall lights bathing him in a radiant white, a small crew making sure everything was in order. It was kinda cozy, it was cute.

" We wanted to ask you a question or two if that's alright?" She studied the sheet between her fingers shortly, gaze finding its way back to Corbyn.

" Only a few, huh? What are they?" Head tipping only slightly.

" We wanted to ask you about love. You and Zach have been together for a while now right?"

Corbyn melting out of instinct. The mere mention of his boyfriend sending a loving tingle down his spine. Hand traveling absently to cradle the padlock Zach had given him," for over two years."

" And, if you don't mind us asking, would you say you're in love with him?"

" No, I hate him," Corbyn mumbled, a certain distance to his low voice. Fingers twirling the accessory carefully. Studying the little details of the midnight tripod," but in all seriousness, yeah. I love him. He knows that," frozen orbs floating north slowly. Knowing Zach would be on the other side one day.

" Well, did you feel the famous spark?"

Corbyn chuckled, smiling," you have no idea how many times I've been asked that. Honestly, I didn't feel any kind of spark when Zach and I had our firsts. Movies are lying, there is no shockwave to let you know if it's meant to be."

" Care to elaborate?"

" Sure," the blonde pushed off the back of the creamy white chair. Straightening his spine.

" The first time Zach and I kissed there was absolutely nothing there. It was nice, he's a good kisser, but I wasn't blown away or anything. I don't think anyone ever is. It doesn't feel shocking, it feels... natural. It feels right. It felt like it was always meant to be this way. When you first hold them, it's not like a punch in the stomach. Hell, I wouldn't say I felt butterflies," teeth tugging at his inner cheek, grinding down on the flesh gently. Desperate for the right words.

" The feeling isn't... powerful. It's... comforting, warm. It's soft and caring. And you'll definitely miss it if you're looking for that stupid spark. Everytime I kiss him or I'm even near him it feels right. It feels like everything will be okay. That as long as he's with me. As long as he's right there, nothing can ever go wrong," his heart thumped against his ribcage. Nuzzling into its boney prison incessantly. Wanting to follow the longing tug, whining for Zach to be here.

" When you're in love, you're relaxed. It doesn't energize you or surprise you. It holds you and it whispers to you and it's calm. Love is calm. It makes me calm. It makes him calm. It stills everything for just a little while, like time has slowed down, but it hasn't stopped. The seconds still pass and the world goes on, but love makes it all a little more bearable. Love slows things down so I can think and just... breathe," at some point he became entranced with his fuzzy reflection in the golden body of his lock. The slightest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

" So, how does it feel when he's gone?" Mused gently by the interviewer. The room had gone silent some time ago. Respecting the grief that seemed to weigh down Corbyn's shoulders.

" Hell," no more than a breath.

" It's absolute torture. But it doesn't hurt, not in the way most think. It just... it feels like something's missing. It's like that feeling when you're rushing to get to school and on the way you just know you forgot something. You don't know what it is and everytime you check your bag everything's there, but you just know. It feels like a part of me is gone, but Zach isn't my other half. He's... an extension of me. He adds to me and even though when his peice is gone I'm still a whole person, it doesn't feel right. I kinda think of him like glasses. I can see when he's gone, but it feels wrong. My face feels bare and everything's blurry, and I miss him. I miss him so much," his cheek numb to the warm, glistening trail of his single tear. And if the crew saw, they said nothing.

" But the worst part, by far, is when he first closes the door after we say goodbye. Just... the silence that comes after. That God awful silence," he breathed.

" It only feels worse because I could be with him, you know? I could join the band and travel the world with them. I could be with Zach. I don't have to feel this way, but I wanna finish school. I don't wanna spend my entire life singing for people, but he does and he loves it. I go to their shows whenever I can and he's so happy on that stage. Preforming makes him so happy. And that's all I really want," Corbyn relishing in those memories of Zach bouncing around stage, singing his heart out. Of him trembling mere minutes before they went on, whining about how long it was taking.

" So, a part of me, most of me, doesn't mind waiting. I'll stay here and I'll watch my extra peice leave. I'll fill the silences when he's gone. I'll find a way to see without my glasses. I'll get contacts or learn to live in a blurry world because when he finds his way back to me, when I do get my glasses back, I just wanna see him smile. I want the first thing I see when that fog clears to be him. Him and his impossibly amazing smile. Then... then, it'll all be worth it."

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