three parts make up the journey of a whole lifetime lived with a few months. the first part consists of an infatuation, a fatal attraction to somebody who's eyes are blind to the love he received. The desperate pining, and the realization that actions have consequences.
welcome, to part one.
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Life without colour, is not a life lived.

Humans, being fickle creatures, allow colours to dictate us, allow them to control our emotions and distort the way others are perceived. Darker colours are brooding, ominous and respectable. Brighter hues place the idea in our mind that the situation at hand will bring joy.

His whole life was painted in crimson.

The boy's hair boasted an unnatural cherry red tone, basically pleading for attention as he took a swim in the sea of people that always surrounded him. His footsteps left a trail for people to follow - ruby running shoes ripped and torn, yet still worshipped by those whole were lucky to know his name. His favourite jacket never left his side, matching the colour of his sneakers and fitting across his broad shoulder's perfectly.

Red is passion, red is alluring, but it was difficult to capture when it was attached to a human.

Passion and confidence went hand in hand, and they did an intimidating dance when intertwined within the mind of one person.

How do you approach somebody who already had everything they wanted in life? How is it possible to squeeze yourself into a story who's pages had already been written?

The boy who's life was bathed in red did not want to let other colours muddle with his own. The girl who he held dearest had her thoughts dripping with carmine, her lipstick redder than the blood that flowed within her veins.

The boy who was infatuated with him, was coated with a serene shade of robin's egg blue. He was calming and reassuring, but far too boring to compete with crimson.

He simply hoped that one day, the boy would decide that violet was just as lovely.

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"How is it possible that he can be loved by so many, yet I don't even know what his name is?"

Jeon Jungkook was the kind of person who took life as it came at him. He never truly hoped for anything to happen, deciding that at the end of the day his thoughts were futile - fate would decide everything how it saw fit. Never hoping, meant never being disappointed, and he liked that.

His lips were tinted a shade of blue as his body still adjusted to the temperature difference between the frigid outdoors, and the heated interior of his school. He huffed a cloud of hot breath against his fingertips, hoping to warm up as soon as possible.

His eyes though, were trained on a figure who's presence warmed up the whole room.

Jungkook was known to observe, deep brown eyes always scanning something, noticing minute details that would never be caught by anybody else. In elementary school, it was praised. His observational skills were an asset. In high school however, staring at somebody for minutes at a time caused problems. He never broke his habit.

His subject of interest was the school's football quarterback, leaning nonchalantly against his locker as his circle of friends listened attentively to whatever story he could be weaving to them this time. Jungkook wished so dearly to hear his voice, to allow himself to get tangled within his words. A year older than him though, Jungkook wasn't even on his radar.

His cherry red hair was fairly long, tied haphazardly up into a bun to keep the strands off of his neck. Jungkook noticed that some days, he would braid the strands that usually fell in front of his face; it caused him to look so ethereal that it should have been a crime.

The jacket that he was presented after being declared their teams most valuable player boasted the number thirteen on his sleeve, his surname embroidered directly underneath it.

'Kim'

There were officially two things that Jungkook wanted in this world. The only two things that he had ever craved grabbed his heart and squeezed it so tightly in their clutches that it caused pains in his chest.

The first thing, of course, was the quarterback himself. Jungkook had never in his life felt an attraction towards somebody that was so strong, first catching sight of him in his freshman year, and becoming completely drawn to his every movement ever since.

The second, was the jacket that the redhead wore religiously. Though juvenile, there was something within him that wanted to let everybody know that he was special enough to be gifted the jacket that belonged to the school's golden boy. To have the athlete's name and number printed on the sleeve of a jacket that hung off of Jungkook's own torso was something that the selfish part of Jungkook's sub-conscience craved.

"You don't make the effort." The words that answered his original question left the lips of his only best friend, a girl who had been by his side since grade three, and intended to stay there. "At first, it was cute. You were a freshman who was drawn to the popular sophomore that had already made a name for himself in the school. How predictable." Jungkook frowned. "But now, it's getting to be a bit sad. Next year he'll be a senior, and then he'll be gone. You can't sit here and expect him to come to you when he already has everything he thinks he needs."

The girl, was Kim Hyuna. She was everything to Jungkook, always knowing when to support him, or when to knock sense into his sometimes thick skull.

"But you think I can just walk up to him?" Jungkook scoffed, leaning back from where they both sat on the stairs in their school's foyer. "It's so much easier to just observe. He has a girlfriend anyway, and she's beautiful. I stand no bit of a chance."

Hyuna lips turned down into a frown, a small furrow appearing between her eyes. She found it so difficult to wrap her mind around her friend's thought process sometimes, most of the time being left completely clueless as to what Jungkook could be thinking about at any given time.

"If observing is so nice, why do you want to know his name?" She questioned, pushing a few caramel coloured strands of hair out of her eyes. "Though it's hard to understand you sometimes, I know what you want in regards to him."

Jungkook quirked an eyebrow, staring at Hyuna quizzically.

"Yeah?" He prompted. "What do I want?"

"You want him, to want you." Hyuna breathed. "You want to break through the clique that he orchestrates and leave everybody wondering how." Jungkook gulped, choosing not to speak. "You want to understand him. To find out if his mind is just as stunning as his appearance." She paused. "I think I also know why you won't do anything."

"Because I'm scared?" Jungkook suggested, becoming able to predict what she would say next.

"You're scared that he won't be what you've imagined him to be." She answered. "You've made up this manifestation of him in your mind that's solely based off of small bits of information you've gathered, combined with what you want him to be. If he's not what you thought, it'll hurt you."

Jungkook nibbled gently at his bottom lip, casting his gaze downwards as he let himself get read like an open book. "You're scared of failure. Everyone is, so I can't blame you."

Jungkook supposed that he shouldn't be surprised that Hyuna was able to pick apart his thoughts so easily, because she knew him better than anybody else on the earth. It was tough though, to hear your secrets be said straight to your face.

"I've wanted him since I first saw him over a year ago, Hyuna." He sighed. "The closest thing I can get is the version of him that my mind created."

"You know that's not healthy, right?" Hyuna asked. She had been trying to get her friend to fixate on somebody new for the longest time, but to no avail.

"Of course I know."

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a/n:
okok yay first chapter. I'm rusty because I haven't written in so long but it was so refreshing to actually write something!!!! I missed it so much
shoutout to my irl best friend who inspired Hyuna's character, i wouldn't be where I am rn without her <3

- Charlie :)