Escape | Jungkook x Reader

Part 1

You were considered a miracle child. The umbilical cord was still wrapped around your neck hours before delivery but you had entered the world safe and sound. Your parents were extremely excited. Your parents' numbers were in the high eighties and considering the fact that your brother's and sister's numbers were 94 and 96 respectively, they were hoping you'd be a 98. With you being a high ninety, they'd be eligible for the high-potential stipend, allowing your family to live like royalty. For the duration of 9 months, all your parents did was plan ahead. Their dreams were about to become reality and it was all because of you.

Their dreams came crashing down a month later as they saw the small number buzzing above your head; a meager 4. They got a DNA test done (multiple times actually) but no matter what they did, they were forced to face the truth; you were undeniably theirs. The number 4 in Mandarin had a phonetic sound similar to that of the character that represented death and that's what you represented. You represented the death of your parents' dreams. You were a beautiful baby but every time your parents looked at you, all they could think about was what could have been.

For the past 20 years, you felt like you were the black sheep of the family. Well, obviously you were but you couldn't understand how the people you shared the same blood with could treat you so coldly. You were often the scapegoat for your siblings and the reason for embarrassment for your parents. It was so painful to live in that house. It was difficult to watch your siblings go on to prestigious academic institutions while you were sent to the local vocational school. You loved knowledge just as much as they did and if you were given the chance, you felt like you'd be able to be just as successful. You had spent many nights in your family's study room, reading all the materials that your siblings had brought home from school but you knew no matter how much you tried, everyone would see you as nothing but a 4.

At the vocational school, everyone's number was below a 10 and they didn't even bother teaching you more than the basic math and science. Instead, you were all taught skills such as woodwork, plumbing and etc. Of course you were disappointed about the fact that you wouldn't be able to excel in the educational sense but being able to learn those practical skills weren't too bad after all. You'd channel all your feelings of hurt and anger towards your wood shop class, often creating masterpieces that even your instructors marveled at.

Your siblings were extremely successful and although they slightly mistreated you throughout your childhood, you were happy for them. Your sister was an acclaimed doctor who had contributed to many medical research studies that eventually led to breakthroughs in the medical field. Your brother was a highly successful businessman, the owner of one of the top logistics company in the world; he was raking in hundreds of dollars by the minute. You... well, you did well enough for yourself by doing a few odd jobs here and there. You'd always set aside a portion of your salary for your parents. You knew they didn't exactly need it because your siblings were capable of giving them so much more but you felt like you still had to, no, you wanted to.

Every time you found the time, you would drive about an hour away from the city to a small sleepy town near the forest. You had saved up enough to buy a small plot of land to build a comfortable cabin for yourself. It was a bit further away from the sleepy town so that meant you didn't have a lot of neighbours which you didn't mind anyway. The plot of land you occupied was the cheapest and it probably had to do with the fact that this huge mansion was blocking the view of the lake. It was a relatively large house but despite its size, it looked quite homey from the outside. Whoever it was that lived opposite you was your only neighbour and out of all the times you've come up to monitor the construction of your cozy cabin, you've never once saw the owner of the house.

Finally, after almost half a year, it was time for you to move-in. You grabbed the last of your belongings in your family's home and your dog; Buster and drove off in your beat up pick-up truck towards a new life. You were hoping to finally leave behind the hurt in that house you used to call home.