(Warning! : Mild(?) Homophobia)

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Ch 8

A few weeks ago-----

In namtiddies we trust 🙏

WorldwideHandsomeHyung
Jungkook are you sure you want to come, out to your parents right now?

RrrrrapmonHyung
Yeah, jk, you're sure you're ready to do this.

Awe, hyungs are worried.
But yeah, I'm sure
Besides
My parents are trying to set me up with some girl.
So it's now or never

WorldwideHandsomeHyung
Ok then jk,

"Jungkookshi?"
Jungkook was pulled out of his phone when the car came to a halt and the driver called his name. Jungkook pulled out the airpod out of his ear and looked up at the older man with big eyes.

"We're here." Jungkook looked out and sighed. It has been a few months since he'd been here. It wasn't like their home in Canada, but it was close enough. Oh how he missed it. Jungkook grabbed his bag and guitar case, getting out of the car and turning to thank the man who drove him here.

"Oh and hyung, I told you to drop the formalities nah?" Jungkook whined.

The man smiled. "Yes, Jungkook-ah."

(A/n: I hope I'm using this right, correct me if I'm wrong :D)

Jungkook flashed his bunny teeth and turned to the door as the car pulled away and out of the driveway. Jungkook checked his phone again as it had been ringing the last few seconds.

WorldwideHandsomeHyung
Ok then jk,
Good luck

RrrrrapmonHyung
And remember, if it doesn't go well, we're here for you

WorldwideHandsomeHyung
Yes, if your parents don't take it well, I'll be your new eomma ಠ◡ಠ

RrrrrapmonHyung
What about appa tho?

WorldwideHandsomeHyung
You can be his dad.

RrrrrapmonHyung
Eye-

I'd let Joon hyung be my daddy
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

RrrrrapmonHyung
EYE-  (☉_☉)

WorldwideHandsomeHyung
LMAOOOOO

Jungkook chuckled as he switched off his phone and shoved it in his pocket.

RrrrrapmonHyung
Guys, can we seriously change the chat name now
It's been a month
Guys please

Jungkook thanked the maid that opened the door for him and walked inside. He announced his arrival by calling out to his mom, he rubbed his neck and he whined about his company in a loud voice. As Jungkook walked in further a familiar strong smell hit his nostrils.

The house smelled the same. Lavender febreeze. He always hated it. But he never has the heart to tell the old made who spread it so generously with her wrinkled smile. There was another smell in the air. The waft of spices,burning coal and…

"EOMMA ARE YOU HAVING BARBEQUE WITHOUT ME??" He bellowed.

He speed walked towards the dining room. A butler passed him with a tray of drinks and a bucket of half melted ice. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who all that alcohol was for. Which reminded him of the planned dinner with the family of the girl his parents were trying to set him up with.

When his calls were answered with silence Jungkook turned into the dining room, "hey, ma weren't we supposed to have dinner with the par-" he stopped in his tracks, and his words when he finally entered the obnoxiously decorated room and the table came into his view, along with its occupants.

Along with his parents, the park family, he realised as he recognised the girl from the picture his parents had sent him, were all staring at him. Not only that, the parks seemed to have an extremely gorgeous son who was obviously trying not to laugh at him. Since the two families were consideribally close, and Jungkook didn't remember going to his wedding, he assumed he was a bachelor too.

Jungkook was suddenly extremely aware of his disheveled appearance. He was completely barefaced and in a large oversized hoodie, his hair all over the place and his baggy pants he was wearing.

Jungkook felt the heat rise to his face as the family gaped at him. He immediately excused himself and ran towards his room, hearing his mother's heels click clack after him. His face flushed in embarrassment at his appearance and words.

"hahaha, His dorkness is so adorable." said the girls mom with an awkward laugh.

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Dinner was, to say the least, awkward. Extremely. Jungkook felt stuffy, he had broken into cold sweat. The cool air hitting the back of his neck, making him shiver. But at the same time he felt hot, clammy and a little suffocated. He hadn't felt this way since his debut day, right before his first ever performance as an idol.

Jungkook tried his best to avoid uncomfortable questions, which was incredibly hard, considering this was his matchmaking dinner, and everyone at the table was here to discuss his marriage to this girl.

The girl, to say the least, was incredibly beautiful. She had gorgeous brown hair, firm features and an impeccable sense of style. Any person would be lucky to have her. Jungkook hoped it would not be him. Anyone but not him.

The girl, Ji-yong, looked happy. She seemed really nice, from the glances and soft smiles she gave him, and the constant blush on her cheeks, she seemed genuinely interested in him. Jungkook almost felt bad for having to turn her down.

Finally the dinner was over, Jungkook was about to release a breath of relief, his dear mother asked the Parks to Join them for a chat in the living room. He silently wished that the family would kindly refuse and leave for their respective homes, finally giving him a chance to talk with his parents. But as the party moved further into the house, Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest.

"So, shall we discuss the details of this arrangement?" His father asked.
Oh no. Oh shit. This is happening, he thought. Jungkook was under the impression that this was just a first meeting to meet the girl, but their parents seemed to be jumping straight to the point. They were setting dates? No nonono.

He can't go on dates with this girl, he can't give her false hope, he can't pretend any longer. Heart pounding, sweat covering his skin, the air was getting hotter and clammier. Jungkook was starting to regret wearing the red sweater under his coat.

With a shaky hand, he patted his father's arm to get his attention. The man looked at him with a firm smile, "what is it Jungkookah?"

Jungkook gulped "father can I talk to you?"

His father furrowed his brows." Is it really necessary?" Yes. Thought jungkook. My life depends on it. Jungkook tried to convince his father. He was going to tell him now. He needed to stop this. Right now.

Jungkook's whole body shook as his father laughed. He felt annoyed. Why won't you listen to me?

Jungkook needed to do something. Say something. If he didn't, soon he would be on his fifth date with the girl and then married to her and they'll have children and he'll have to live his whole life with his horrible secret.

"I can't marry her because I'm gay!"
Jungkook's heart stopped. His eyes widened. Oh my fucking god. His whole body stiffened with fear. His heart pounding like it would rip out his chest as everyone in the room stared at him with varying expressions. And he ran. Jungkook absolutely bolted out of there. Oh god oh god oh god.

Once he was within the safety of his room he flopped on his bed, making his pillows fly.

His moment of slightly suffocating peace didn't last long as he heard a knock on the door, followed by a low "Jungkook?"

Jungkook didn't say anything. He instead just silently but his lip as his parents entered the small room.

Mr. Jeon had his usual unreadable expression on his face. The same blank staring eyes, lips pulled into a fine line, and a rigid posture.

His mother, Mrs. Jeon however, had her brows knitted together, chin jutted out and seemed to be grinding her teeth.

"Jungkook. What the hell was that about?" She snapped. Jungkook didn't know what to say.

"Why would you say something like that? If you didn't want to marry the girl you could have just told us after they left. Why did you have to embarrass us like that?"

"Mom I-" Jungkook began.

"Stop! I don't wanna hear it. You're clearly not in the right mind right now. I don't want any more rubbish from you!" She cut him off. Jungkook felt confused. What is happening here? His mom had always been strict but this…
"If you like a girl already then you should have told us! Why make stupid stuff up?!"

Jungkook could feel a small hole forming at the pit of his stomach.

And then she snapped towards his father with a furious look. "And you! Say something will you?" She sneered.

His father took a deep breath, adjusting his arms  and straighting his back. He looked at Jungkook with his usual emotionless eyes. Though as he said his next words in the most monotonous, unwavering voice ever, Jungkook felt as if his eyes held a certain surprising warmth in them, as compared to their usual cold.
"Jungkook, is it true?"

Jungkook felt his eyes steering to get glassy and the hole was slowly growing his. Father's annoyingly emotionless tone made it nearly impossible to tell what he was feeling. But something about his eyes, his eyes seemed to be telling him it's okay, go ahead. A look he barely remembered seeing in those brown orbs. Jungkook drew a slightly shaky breath, he bit his lip and struggled to keep his voice from choking.

"I- "

"Of course it's not!"

Came the shrill voice of his mother. His head snapped towards her. His eyes wide.

"My son is not- is not like that! Ugh I should have known letting you go and dance around in those pretty dresses and makeup with those- with those!"

Don't say it, Don't say it. Please for the love of God don't say it. Jungkook thought.

She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. "We should not keep the Parks waiting. We're gonna go try and fix this mess you made. And you! You stay here." She said. She grabbed her husband's arm and pulled him out the room, slamming the door behind her.

Jungkook released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He didn't know if he should be relieved his mother didn't go too far or scream at the stuff she did say. The hole in his stomach grew larger by the second, all his insides fell in and disappeared, making him feel hollow. The only thing inside him were the echos of his mother's words.

She just denied it. She would rather have you be a lier than be gay. She's disgusted by you. Your mom dosen't accept you. Said a voice in his head.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, lightly tugging at them. He sank to the floor, unable to comprehend what happened and confused as to what he is supposed to feel in this moment. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt sick. He turned his head to look out the window. The night seemed bright  and the rustling trees made it seem windy as well. He hauled his body off the ground. Feet dragging as his own weight seemed too heavy to carry.

He dragged open the glass door, and a blast of cool air hit him. There was a smell of damp forest and dirt in the air. Jungkook fell on the railing pulling out his airpods and sitting them in his ears. He blasted the first song that came on, in hopes that the deafening music would drown out the noise inside.

(-_-;)

I WROTE IT, FUCKING FINALLY.

Really went deep with this one huh? Coming out can be a hard and confusing experience that most of us would rather not have. If you need anyone to talk to, my dms are open and I'll try to keep the comment section as safe a place as I can.