Fields of Gold (MYG)✔️

Part 53

You walked into the house in time to hear your Aunt Pat asking after Tae's family in the same slightly broken Korean that your Uncle Bob used, the same he had taught you all those years ago. You smiled to hear it and to watch Jimin and Tae sit at the table of your childhood memories.

You had loved coming out to the farm and visiting with your cousins when you were younger. After your parents had passed, you had declined coming to live with your aunt and uncle because you wanted this place to remain a place of happy memories and were happy to walk into the warm kitchen and find nothing here to bring any sorrow.

Yoongi caught your arm at the door.

"(Y/N), why are your family speaking with a Daegu dialect in their speech," Yoongi asked.

You turned to him and shrugged.

"I had no idea that's why it didn't sound right," you said.

Yoongi laughed.

"It's correct, sometimes your words do that too and I couldn't figure out why. You have the machine accent of learning, and I assumed any other accent was because I was your only conversation partner, but Jimin pointed it out too." Yoongi scooted past you into the kitchen to sit at the table and greet your aunt again as your uncle closed the door behind you and stepped inside to take off his boots.

"Uncle Bob, why do you guys speak Korean with a Daegu accent? Yoongi just mentioned it, and I've never thought about it before," you asked.

Uncle Bob watched you while he bent to take his hat off.

"Oh, (Y/N) you remember my friend Chester from Korea, Kyung-Soo lives in Daegu now," said Uncle Bob. You vaguely remembered listening to your uncle's stories of his time stationed in Korea when you were younger. Mostly because they reminded you when your mom and Aunt Pat had forced you to have a pen pal.

"Oh, that's Yucky's uncle right," you laughed trying to remember. You had been 12 or 13 the last time you had written each other, it was so long ago.

You turned to find a chair to sit next to Yoongi when you noticed he had frozen in the act of sitting down.

You pulled out a chair and sat next to Yoongi and watched as he sat down and turned to you.

"Yucky?" He questioned and you laughed quietly, but your Aunt Pat jumped in.

"Oh (Y/N), I hope after all this time you don't still call him that," she scolded, and you hung your head chastised. Aunt Pat turned to explain to Jimin and Tae.

"Bob's friend from when we were stationed in Korea, Kyung-Soo, had a nephew about (Y/N)'s age and we thought it was a great idea to have the kids become pen pals and write to each other," she said. "You guys wrote to each other for a while there didn't you?"

You thought about it for a few minutes and were about to respond when Yoongi jumped in.

"About five years I think," he said and all five of you turned to stare at him.

"What?" You asked.

Yoongi grinned and started to chuckle.

"My Uncle was in the Army after the war and stayed in for a while. Eventually he decided he wanted to get some different experiences than just standing at the wall and offered to go help the Americans. He got stuck with a battalion of American Marines and found only one guy out of the whole group who was willing to try and talk to him. My Uncle's English was not so good, and his friend's Korean was worse, but they worked through their problems," Yoongi said as you all stared at him.