49.
The crusty paper almost crumbles beneath my touch.
This newspaper is well beyond its years, tinted yellow and with fading ink. It's hard to decipher exactly what the article says, and it's bad enough that my Korean skills are lacking.
I have that bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as I read what is printed in front of me. I lean against my knees and turn to find the full article. A man's image is displayed on the left hand side, and the article is allotted a full page spread.
The mystery man's name is Jung Heechul. My eyebrows are furrowed as I continue to try and decipher the text, and they raise when I see a familiar name— Ong Miyoung.
This man was Auntie's husband.
What the hell? She was nineteen years old. This man was forty-two!
To loosely translate what the article says, apparently this man had been found dead in his home in a suspected suicide. I gasp aloud at what I'm reading. I feel like I'm finally— somehow— starting to piece together some sort of directory of my Auntie's past. Is this why she is so miserable? Does she miss him?
This doesn't make any sense to me. I'm finding it hard to believe that a nineteen year old Auntie Miyoung was ever married or tied down. It says here in the article that Heechul was a very respected man in his neighborhood. "It is a terrible loss."
In a statement given by Auntie, she had said, "He was always a troubled soul."
My face twists. Does my mother know anything about this? And what are these medical books for? Most importantly, what my mind won't give up on, is the fact that she was married at nineteen. Why?
Suddenly I feel like I know nothing about my family. It seems that when I learn something new, it is almost ironic that everything else that I've learned is void.
I am about to stand and bombard Auntie with some questions when my phone goes off.
It's Jungkook.
I exhale deeply to relax my mind and read what he says. It's as if he knows I need my mind to be elsewhere every time he texts me.
J: hey boo
I smile at my phone. He's so adorable.
I'm surprised he's texting me; they've been preparing for the Super Concert and also their comeback almost every hour of the last three days. I haven't spoken to him in a while. Only Taehyung texted me yesterday to ask for my opinion on a selfie.
You: hiiiii
what's up?J: about to practice
I have questionYou: a question*
J: don't
You: sorry
I'm just trying to help
:(J: ....
ㅠㅠ
why use "a"You: idk
I just know
you know?J: bully
make it harder for meYou: noooo
maybe you need a practice bookJ: but I have you
You: I'm not enough
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction[mature] She didn't know who she was texting. • • Jae is a twenty-one year old Korean-American university student whose life is just ordinary. Struggling through the confines of cultural differences between her lifestyle and ethnicity, Jae finds her...