Limerence
Member: Jungkook
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1733
Description: Limerence (n): the state of being infatuated with another person.
Grey.
That was the color you saw before you met him. The dull and murky color clouded everything that once shone brightly.
Flipping through your sketchbook, you heaved a sigh and abruptly closed it. Your artwork once was lustrous with watercolors, colors that reflected the rainbow perfectly. Only to be replaced with lack of inspiration and meaning; only drawing to get the classwork done.
The day was dragging on slowly, just like the other days. Nothing inspired you. Nothing screamed, âDraw me!â And you just didnât know what to do.Â
Today, you were at a new cafe that opened up just a few weeks ago. It was conveniently located just right between your college and the library, so you occasionally stop by when youâre feeling particularly stressed or ambivalent.
Taking a sip of the iced caramel macchiato placed in front of you, you turned on your phone and started aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr.
New picture of Eunwoo! Liked. Aesthetic coffee shop photo? Reblogged. Pen-pineapple-apple-pen? Laughed.
This went on a bit longer, until a voice broke you out of your preoccupied state. âIs this seat taken?âÂ
Who said that?
You looked up, only to be faced with one of the most striking person you have ever seen. He couldnât have been much older than you, and yet he looks so refined. HIs jawline was sharp-sharper than most. His brown eyes were alluring, eyes that could be gentle as a feather or stern as a rock. His hair was a chocolate brown, perfectly swept across his forehead and framing his face so well.Â
He was beautiful.
âN-NoâŚYou can sit there I donât mind. Here, let me move some of my stuff out of the way,â you stuttered, still in shock at the beautiful stranger out in front of you.
Quickly, you stuffed your phone back into your pocket and shuffled all of your stuff into a pile of paper and watercolors in front of you-not wanting to burden the man even more.
Chuckling, he sat down and introduced himself. âThank you. Iâm Jungkook by the way. Is the cafe always this full?â
Jungkook. What a nice name. âA-Ah itâs no problem. Iâm Y/N. And to answer your question, yes,â you laughed.
He smiled. âThatâs a pretty name, Y/N. Iâm assuming youâre an art major?â Jungkook asked, pointing to the pile of papers.
Blushing, you nodded. âKind ofâŚI am an art major, yes, but I feel like Iâm losing that spark. I donât know, things are kind of complicated right now.â
Concerned, Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, until a boy rushed into the cafĂŠ and grabbed Jungkook.
âAh Jungkookie!~ I finally found you! Come on, weâll be late for Hoseokâs dance competition!â The boy spoke. He was tall, just a little bit taller than Jungkook. Also, he looked older, but not by much. His hair was an almond color, with wispy bangs just barely reaching his eyebrows. He was breathtakingly beautiful also, with his adorable rectangular smile; but he didnât have that same spark Jungkook has.
âOh, right,â Jungkook spoke as he got up and pushed the chair in, âY/N, please excuse my friend Taehyung here.â Jungkook then pointed to the assumed stranger, âTaehyungâ, as to which this âTaehyungâ flashed his million dollar smile. âI hope I can see more of you.â
âMy college isnât too far away from here, a 5-10 minute walk at most. Iâll be here most of the time after my classes,â you began to speak in a hushed tone. âMaybe we can meet up sometimeâŚâ
Jungkook, looking at you with admiration in his eyes, smiled. âSure.âÂ
Jungkook then proceeded to get up out of his seat and pushed the chair in. Walking over to Taehyung, he flashed you one quick look and whispered, âBy the way, I know. Youâre in my art class.â Then left, leaving a trail of his musky cologne.
Walking to school on that crisp Monday morning, you noticed the vivid colors that swirled around you. The fall foliage was breathtakingly beautiful; colors of mahogany and shades of orange danced around that clear morning.
You hated it.
You hated how the vibrant hues mocked your barren canvas; how the tints of the trees produced greater works of art than your sketchbooks.
Quietly approaching your art class, you found a spot at the back of the classroom; reserved and isolated from the distractions that lurked the classroom. Shuffling ever so quietly, you sat down at the corner and begin unpacking your art supplies.
Since nobody else was sitting near you, you assumed it would be okay for your bag to be placed on the chair. However, right when you placed your bag down, you felt a sudden presence around you; someone has tapped your shoulder.
âMay I sit here?âÂ
You froze. You knew that voice; that voice that enticed you under a spell, that voice whom youâve heard on Saturday, at the coffee shop. It was Jungkook.
Scrambling, you hastily cleared the seat with your bag and set the item beside you. Looking down, you motioned the now empty seat to Jungkook, flustered and embarrassed.
Chuckling, Jungkook sat down on the empty chair. âYou know, you donât have to be so nervous around me. Relax. When you talk to me, imagine as if we were back at that coffee shop,â he beamed. âSpeaking of coffee, do you want to grab some during the lunch break?âÂ
You smiled. âSure.â
Those days that were once filled with gloom and agony were then gone. Your calendar was filled with outings with the boy from the coffee shop. Day by day, month by month, you began to feel this incredulous feeling you have never felt before.
Often times, you would bring your sketchbook along with you. The papers that were once empty and lifeless became filled and glowed with the presence of Jungkook that was painted onto them.
The shading of the darkness and the bright hues of the sunlight gave you a perfect opportunity to capture the beauty of the latter onto the sketchbook.
The dullness that once ruled over your life was gone, and you began to see the true beauty of the world.
You fell into a state of infatuation, limerence, they call it. But you didnât know what to do. Everyday, you fell more in love with the man with the charismatic personality.Â
You began to live and breathe Jungkook.
This feeling of infatuation was a strange and foreign feeling for you, since no one has ever sparked such a burning interest inside of you. It was like a sudden switch that went off inside of you; a light switch some might say. However, there is one key difference between a light switch and the switch inside of you: there is no end.
Light switches often burn out after an abundant amount of uses. It can get turned off and on, depending on how the person may want to adjust the lighting. But, your switch, the switch for Jungkook, it never goes out. The passion and love goes on, like a candle that never burns out. A lamp that never runs out of oil.Â
No, your love for the ethereal boy will never burn out. You were sure of that.
It wasnât until that fateful Friday in December, a day that would forever change your world and your view of it.
3 days beforeâŚ
Current Date: Monday, December 11, 2017
It started as a day like any other, you were sleepy and quite groggy in your English class. Hastily taking notes, you barely retrieved any important information due to the fact that you spent all night rewatching âFriendsâ, which was a big mistake.
Finally, the bell rung and you sighed and gathered all your belongings. Although you were feeling quite dull and tiresome, you walked with a little pep in your steps due to the fact that your next class was art, a class that you shared with Jungkook.
You always sat next to him and thus you created a tendency to peer over his shoulder and examine what art works he was creating. It was exhilarating to see the vibrant colors beautifully blend into a majestic painting. On other days, you would be making pottery and it was always a pleasure to see Jungkookâs toned arms work on the clay and create a vase or bowl as if it was magic.Â
Thinking about the male, you continued your way to your class happily.
However, something was off. Jungkook never came.
He didnât walk through the classroom doors like he usually would. There was no Jeon Jungkook shuffling his way next to you. There was no Jeon Jungkook smiling and laughing with you. There was no Jeon Jungkook whining about how boring the class is.
âMaybe heâs just sick,â you thought. âYeah, maybe heâll come in the next day.â
He never did.
He didnât come in that day, or the next day, or the following day. He never came at all.
Current Date: Friday, December 15, 2017
Exasperated, you tried thinking about everybody he hangs out with. Ah! Heâs friends with Taehyung, right? And you couldâve sworn he was with Jimin before.
And thus, thatâs what brings you here, standing in front of Jimin. You wandered aimlessly, looking for Taehyung but you failed to find the male. However, as you were moping around, you were able to find Jimin due to his prominent orange hair.
âJimin, may I speak with you?â You softly spoke out.
Turning around, Jimin faced you. âHm? Oh yeah, sure. Whatâs up Y/N?â He responded while walking to a more secluded area for the two of you to speak.
Following his lead, you reached out and said, âHave you seen Jungkook by any chance? Or maybe Taehyung?â
Furrowing his brows, Jimin looked at you in a confused manner. âYou mean Jeon Jungkook? and Kim Taehyung?â
Your face immediately lit up and your cheeks began tinting to a dusty peach as the name âJungkookâ rolled off of Jiminâs tongue. âYeah!â You exclaimed. âJungkookâs in my art class and weâre friendsâŚI think? Anyways, he never showed up since Monday and heâs not responding to my texts or calls either. Iâm just really worried about himâŚâ
âY/NâŚâ Jimin began. âJungkook and Taehyung have been dead for 3 years.â
And your whole world shattered and began as grey once again.
A/N: This has been saved in my drafts for a long time⌠Iâm sorry for the late post! I didnât proofread this so please ignore any mistakes. Iâm not entirely back but I would love to write more! Iâm also running a Produce 101/Wanna One scenario blog so check it out here. Thank you for reading!Â













