Finding Euphoria

1. Namjoon and Jin

It sucks when people don't understand you.

Especially when those people are your parents.

I want more than anything to be accepted. But my parents are "old fashioned", as you might say.

I don't know why I'm thinking of all this right now. I thought I had accepted that they won't accept me. Funny isn't it? How they can't accept me, but I accept that they won't.

I know who I love. I love Jin. He is my soulmate, and I can't see myself with anyone else.

But when our families found out about us. We couldn't stay anymore. They have no idea how much it hurts to leave home.

I don't want to cry, but with so many thoughts caught up in my mind, it's impossible to hold back tears. I know that if I cry, Jin will too.

So when he looks over at me, as my grip tightens on the wheel, and my glossed eyes release a tear, I flash him a weak smile that disappears when his face twists into a pained expression.

I turn back to the road with slightly blurred vision, curtesy of my tears.

I hear his quiet sobs and see his quivering shoulders out of the corner of my eye. I'm glad Yoongi is a heavy sleeper.

"I'm sorry Jin." My voice cracks, as more tears fall.

"Damnit Joon, stop apologizing."

Silence falls between us once again, the only noise being his occasional sniffles and Yoongi's snoring.

"Are we gonna talk about this when we get to Seoul?" I ask.

"Of course. Will you avoid it?"

"No, I want to talk about it."

"I love you Namjoon."

"I love you too, Jin. It's gonna be okay."
24 hours earlier

I was used to waking up to Jin's soft breathing. At this point it was a part of my routine.
I would wake up, put on some clothes and attempt to make breakfast, without burning down our kitchen.

But this morning was different, I didn't wake up to his breathing. I woke up to an empty spot on the bed that we share. I looked around our room, but he was nowhere in sight.

As I wondered downstairs still in my pyjamas, I saw Jin tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter. I walked over to him and hugged him from behind.

"Morning babe", I say with my face nuzzled into his back.

"Morning Joon, liste-", I cut him off when I spin him around and kiss him. He hesitates at first but eventually, gives in.

It deepens until we're making out. My body pressing his up against the counter, I lift him up to sit on top of it.

"Joon, wait."

When I hear a gasp coming from the bathroom door, I feel Jin jump and myself tense up.

"Wh-what was that?! What were you doing just now!!"

It's my mothers voice.

"Mom."

Shit, shit, shit, shit. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Jin hops off the counter beside me.

"Mom, I can explain, I-."

"I sure hope you can! Why were you kissing him?!"

"Mom, I'm sorry,  I should've told you a long time ago..."
She stares at me with disgust and confusion.

"Mom..Seokjin and I are.. er were dating. He's my boyfriend."

"It's a joke! Stop joking around Kim Namjoon!My son is not gay!"

I look to Jin, his face is incredibly red with embarrassment and his eyes are watering. My instinct is to comfort him, but I know right now, it would make things worse.

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Let's just say the argument ended with my mom telling us she'll tell my father and Jin's family, because "They deserve to their sons are faggots." That hurt. A lot.

The story goes, last night my parents came over to our apartment to have dinner with us.
My mother forgot her purse, and decided to drop in to pick it up this morning. Jin welcomed her in and after she found her purse she asked to use the bathroom.

I'm an idiot. He tried to tell me.

Jin got a phone call later that day from his parents, he went over to their house during the evening to talk to them in person, but he came back pretty soon after.

I was told by my father, that I'm no longer welcome in his home, as long as I date Jin or any other boy.
Jin was told something along the same lines as that.

We can't stay here anymore. Our jobs don't pay well enough to keep our appartement, the only reason we were living there is thanks to my parents paying rent until we could provide enough ourselves.
But I imagine they won't continue to do so.

With pretty much nowhere to go, I called our friend Hoseok, he inherited a lot from his parents and if my memory serves me correct, one of those things is a motel type thing.

He doesn't rent it out to customers, he lives there with our friend, Taehyung. I felt weird asking if Jin and I could stay there, but it was the only place we could go right now. He assured us that we're welcome and that Tae and him would enjoy the company.

Last minute, just as Jin and I finished packing, my phone started ringing. I answered it and was relieved  to hear Yoongi's voice on the line.
However, his news was just as bad as ours.

"Well, you could come to Seoul with us."

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a/n

This is my second story ever... sorry if it's bad.

Let me know what I could improve on and if you liked the chapter, leave a vote! Side note, this is just a story. I do not promote homophobia, and I doubt that Namjoon's or Jin's parents are homophobic.

Thanks for reading!

-Cj