Same Difference (BTS)

01: Digging

There were a few that could only be described as a few strokes on an otherwise white easel, but one drew Hazel's attention immediately. It looked like a picture, but Hazel could see the stroke marks. A tree was displayed in the image, with a thick trunk and short branches that had needle like brush. It was in dull color, and the corner of a roof was all that could be seen other than the tree and the mountains behind it.

It was breath taking.

"It's of my childhood home," A girl's voice said, startling Hazel. She turned to see a woman who was a bit older than her smiling brightly. She had dark hair that was pulled into a bun, much like Hazel's. She had plain features, and a sharp chin. "The tree was the only thing my mother could get growing in our yard."

Hazel turned back to the picture. "It's beautiful," She said, noting that the roof shape and shingling looked like that from a feudal era. "You said this was your childhood home?"

The woman nodded. "Yes. It was a traditional Hanok. It's been in my family for generations," She said, inching closer to the painting. "It was to be mine, but I rent it to my brother, since I live here, in New York."

"Where is this house?" Hazel asked.

The woman's brow furrowed. "You don't recognize a Hanok?" She asked, and Hazel turned to her, her own brow furrowed, her lips parting to ask her why she would, when a voice interrupted.

"Hazel!" Her mother shouted, and both Hazel and the woman turned. "There you are!" She said, pulling her daughter into a hug, even though they'd only been separated for a few moments. "Your sculpture is absolutely awe inspiring! So many people are asking to bid!"

Hazel nodded. "That's great. Can I, uh, meet you over there in a few moments?" Her mother eyed her, confused, but nodded and started away from her, talking instead to Piper. "What?" Hazel asked, turning towards the woman.

She nodded. "You're adopted. I see now." She said, shaking her head. "I understand."

"Understand what?"

"You don't know much about your birthplace do you?" She asked, and Hazel made a face. "Did your parents not introduce you to Korean culture?"

Hazel frowned. "How did you know I was Korean?"

"It's clear in the way you look, the way you present yourself. You may have been raised here, but," The woman pet just above Hazel's chest. "Our culture always stays here. You, my dear, are in need of returning home." She smiled. 'It will really open your eyes. One should always connect with their own culture. How old are you?"

Hazel was shocked, but answered with a simple "17."

The woman nodded. "Then it's high time you were on your way."