perfectly cliche. | [suwawa x reader]

mix-up. | Chapter 1

"Child genius", a lot of people liked to call you.

And who could blame them?

Ever since you were a little girl, you were at the top of your classes. No other kid could beat you at any subject. Heck, you even started learning foreign languages at a young age.

There was something about your genius little brain, and everyone was hooked.

You and your parents were invited to talk shows, and while you didn't really like it, you forced yourself to get on with the program because that's what made them happy.

You were a good daughter, following every little thing your parents had told you to do.

It was stressful at times, but you had your own comfort: music. It was a little known fact, but you absolutely loved music, and you were extremely talented and gifted on the matter as well. You were taught how to play instruments at a young age, and you loved to sing.

Well, that is, until one day you were sick of them controlling your life.

Due to your popularity, they had begun planning your life ahead of you, not taking into account how you would feel. It seemed like the fame got to their heads.

Back then, you were silently furious. You wanted to get out of here.

So, you followed whatever plan they had for you, and saved up your allowance and even worked a variety of part time jobs. You wanted to some other country and start new.

Now, that wasn't part of their plan at all, but you didn't care. You wanted your freedom back.

"Happy birthday, (F/N)!" your parents sang to you in your humble home that was neatly decorated.

Yes, today was your birthday, your 21st birthday to be exact, and the day you had finally saved up enough money.

You blew the candle on your chocolate flavored cake, "Thanks mom, thanks dad."

"So... We already have plans for your college educa--"

"I'm moving." you abruptly cut off your father.

He raised an eyebrow, "What was that?"

You gulped, feeling a bit nervous this time, "I'm moving."

"And where do you plan to move? You don't have the money to do that." your mother replied, with your father nodding his head. You explained to them how you had been saving money for the past 10 or so years.

"I... Just want my freedom back. It feels like you're dragging me along however you like."

Your father glared at you and violently stomped the ground, clearly angry, "I had plans for you!"

You grit your teeth, balling your hands into fists, "Well, those were your plans, not mine! Did the both of you even stop to think about how your constant manipulating of my life could possible affect a child like me?"

"Get out." you father murmured. "Get out!"

With angry tears in your eyes, you charged into your room and got your bags. You see, you knew this was going to happen so you packed your things the night before. You had also purchased a plane ticket a week before.

"Where did I put my ticket...?" you softly asked no one in particular, scanning the area. "Oh, there it is."

You walked over to your drawer and got the ticket on top of it, "Japan, huh?"

There wasn't any special meaning to choosing Japan, it was just because you had a friend you met through an interview who lived there. Her family owns a lot of apartments all over the country, and when you told her your situation, she agreed to help out.