Jungkook looked up to the apartment door as it stood menacingly in front of him, letting out a tense breath and reading over the name plate next to the doorbell.

Jeon.

His mother took a step ahead of him, quickly punching the passcode into the lock, before opening the door and walking in.

After their semblance of a fight at the police office, Mrs Jeon has taken the time to apologise to Jimin's parents sincerely. She had then signed the paperwork required to take her son home.

They had driven in complete silence, to a place Jungkook had never stepped foot in.

Jungkook took a hesitant step into the space, eyes quickly darting around the entryway.

It was rather small, with a shelf for the shoes on his side and the pathway towards the living room in front of him. He could make out kitchen a ilsand to his left, and a corridor leading to what he guessed were the rooms on the right.

"Come in Jungkook-ah," Mrs Jeon said gently, "Welcome home."

Jungkook could hardly believe it. The place he would now be calling his home no longer smelt of cold tabaco and left-over pizza. There was no longer the constant buzz of the tv, but instead the humming of the suburb outside. The space was clean, organised, and no one had cursed at him yet.

He kicked his shoes off, about to head to the living room to open the sliding glass door and take a breather on the balcony to clear his the whirlwind of emotions making him dizzy, but a hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Jungkook," Mrs Jeon ushered, "I'm really sorry. I spoke to the Parks, and... listen I didn't know Jimin was your friend. I thought... I thought you had gotten in a fight with some street delinquent and I just..." she paused.

Mrs Jeon ran a hand down her tired features, sighing.

"I'm sorry I left you alone with your father. I came back to Korea about a month ago, and when I found out about all the things he had done to you I... I just," she paused again. Jungkook didn't have the courage to look at her, but he heard the tears making her voice waver.

"I was so angry. At him... at me. I just wanted to do something for you since I finally found you but I-" she broke down in a sob.

Jungkook finally looked up, feeling his own eyes sting at the sight of his mother, whom he barely had any memory of, looking so vulnerable in front of him.

He sighed gently, talking her hand in his and wiping her tears with the other.

"It's okay mom," he said, the words sounding foreign on his tongue.

His mother sniffled, before looking up to him and breaking down in sobs again, wrapping her arms around his frame tightly.

"You've grown so well Jungkook-ah," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to see it all."

Jungkook's hands hovered around his mother's frame, utterly shocked as he tried to comprehend what was happening to him.

The tears that had been pooling at his lashes suddenly rolled down his cheeks, and a dam for the rest of his sorrow was opened.

An abundance of emotions suddenly flooded him, and unable to handle all of them at the same time, he simply hugged his mother close and sobbed into her shoulder.

The relief, from finally being in a legal position, no longer needing to feel guilty for staying with Taehyung and Yoongi or worrying about tuition money. The freedom from his father and everything he represented. This sudden warmth and affection being gifted to him freely, without him having to bring a trophee home, but also the fear of starting a new chapter with his mother...

Jungkook wasn't sure how long both of them cried in each other's arms, but once they had both settled on the couch side by side, they had almost used up a whole pack of tissues and his eyes felt all puffy.

"Now tell me," she said, holding both of Jungkook's hands in hers and running her thumb along the back of his hand "who is this Jimin boy exactly? His parents seemed to say you were quite close friends?"

Jungkook looked at her, eyes flickering between hers hesitantly as he held his breath.

"We're not close friends," he said.

Mrs Jeon raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"Jimin is," he started, letting out a long, shaky breath, "He's uhm... Jimin is my boyfriend."

Her brows raised even more, visibly stiff as she looked at her son.

"Oh," were the only words that left her mouth.

Jungkook felt all his muscles tense at once. Should he not have said that? Was he about to lose all the love he had just received over such a thing?

"Yeah," he coughed, no longer holding her gaze and instead looking down at their hands. He noticed her thumb was no longer stroking his hand. "Jimin is my boyfriend and- and I'm gay, mom."

The words felt so heavy, and yet as soon as they left his mouth he felt inexplicably light.

"I'm gay mom." He repeated, before breaking down in another cry.

There were a few seconds of utter despair as only his sobs broke the silence, before Jungkook felt the arms of his mother wrap around his frame gently, pulling him closer.

He felt warm, and safe. Something that felt almost impossible to associate with his parents.

"I'm sorry Jungkook," she said. "I really don't know much about,... you know, that. But, I'll listen."

And Jungkook cried again, letting his mother run her hands through his hair gently. Wondering if he would have ever found such blissful happiness if it weren't for his boyfriend.

Park Jimin.

They boy who had so effortlessly broken all of him down, only to help him mend the pieces back into an even better self.

His serendipity, something he had found without looking for it.

Acceptance, love and happiness.

A/N:
hey everyone!
What did you think of this sappy, melodramatic chapter??

I don't know I guess I was just feeling the feels today yk,,,

hope you liked it and as always thank you for your patience  ;)