Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 43

Hey, am I cute? Episode 43

Alisa actually took out a dollar from her wallet.

I was dumbfounded and stopped Alisa.

“Alisa. Siha doesn’t know what that means.”

“I was just kidding too.”

Alisa smiled and put the dollar back in her wallet.

I couldn’t believe she actually had a dollar in her wallet.

“Ah, hyung [older brother/male friend]. Lisa.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Alisa noona [term used by younger males to address older females].”

“Ah.”

“By the way, Alisa. Where do you want me to take you?”

“Si-hyuk said it. There’s a Fashion Fair & Textile Expo this time, so I need to know the basic terminology.”

“That’s right.”

“I want to go there too.”

Alisa’s eyes sparkled.

I thought that if you are a fashion design student, you should go there at least once.

“Don’t fashion design students go to places like this a lot?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you might not know. It’s not that difficult. I know that even ordinary people can participate if they apply.”

“Can ordinary people also see seminars for buyers and stuff like that?”

“Hmm… As far as I remember, unless you’re a corporate official…”

“That’s what I mean.”

I guess she wanted to see something like that.

“Then I’ll ask them. But you have to help me a lot when I study?”

“Okay.”

Siha rubbed his eyes and pointed at the moon.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Yebda [pretty].”

“Oh. The moon is pretty.”

Then Alisa pointed at herself.

“Siha. What about Alisa?”

“Lisa. Yeppeo [pretty].”

“Hehe~”

I chuckled, watching Alisa hum.

Is she that happy?

No matter what, I can’t give Siha to her.

“Alisa. Aren’t you supposed to go in now?”

“Si-hyuk. Shall we have a can of beer at my house? The night is still long.”

“No. No. Don’t do gymnastics in the moonlight and go back.”

“Is that a Yes? Is that a No?”

I forgot.

Alisa was a foreigner.

“No!”

Alisa smiled brightly.

“I know! This is ‘sweet potato’ in Korean, right?”

“Hyung, not sweet potato.”

Siha said that and grabbed my leg.

Alisa laughed at that, as if she found it cute.

“Ahaha. That’s right. Si-hyuk is not a sweet potato. Sorry, Siha.”

“Ah.”

“Then what is hyung?”

“Ah.”

Siha pointed to the sky.

“Moon?”

Dori Dori [shaking head to indicate no].

“Star?”

“Ah.”

I was touched.

Siha was thinking of me as a star.

He knows how to play with my heart.

He’s so cute.

“Siha~”

“Ah. Hyung.”

We chatted like that for a while and then parted ways.

***

A refreshing spring.

It was a season when flowers were in full bloom and everyone was resting outside.

On this beautiful day, I was looking at translations, fashion studies, and materials sent by Nicold.

But the spring breeze did not pass by me and Siha.

I got a call from Teacher Taek-soo.

He suggested that azaleas were in full bloom near the farm now, so why don’t we come and see them?

I thought it would be a good memory for Siha, so I said I would go right away.

“Siha. We’re going to see flowers today. I wanted to take you to a cherry blossom festival, but I’ll take you next time.”

I’ve been too busy lately to even think about going to see the cherry blossoms.

So I was thinking of going to see the azaleas this time.

Azaleas are just as pretty as cherry blossoms.

I was already happy because I thought I would get a good scene when taking pictures of Siha.

“Are you ready?”

“Ah.”

Siha put on his penguin bag.

He was still in love with penguins.

“Seung-joon and Hana are going with us today, so it will be fun.”

“Ah.”

Siha was already putting on his shoes and waiting for me, as if he was looking forward to it.

“Hyung will get ready quickly.”

I packed the packed lunch and mat and went to the shoe rack.

“Siha. Let’s go now.”

“Ah.”

I took Siha’s hand and set off for Teacher Taek-soo’s house.

I wondered if I could be so indebted, but since he invited me first, let’s gratefully enjoy this opportunity.

I arrived at the farm and greeted Seung-joon and Hana.

“Hello. Seung-joon’s mother.”

“Hello. Si-hyuk.”

“The weather is nice today. The kids will love it.”

“I know. I don’t know how good it is to be able to go out and play together like this. The kids like Si-hyuk a lot.”

“Haha. I know. Why?”

“Isn’t it because you’re always stuck with Siha? It looks warm.”

“Is that so?”

I can’t feel that, but other people seem to see it that way.

If so, that’s a relief.

I always give Siha a warm feeling.

“Shall we go then?”

“Okay.”

“Siha. Let’s go.”

Siha was already talking to Seung-joon and Hana.

Seung-joon said.

“The strawberries here were delicious!”

“Ah.”

“Hana too. Hana too, delicious!”

“Ah.”

They were talking about strawberries.

I guess they can’t forget those strawberries back then.

As we walked a little, Teacher Taek-soo came out to greet us.

“Welcome. Si-hyuk, welcome.”

“Yes. Hello, teacher.”

“What teacher? I’m just a grandpa.”

“Ahaha. You’re not a grandpa to me. Maybe to Siha.”

“That’s right. Come on, let’s go. There’s a great spot here.”

When we moved a little, we could see the azaleas in full bloom.

Song Taek-soo smiled softly as he looked at the red azaleas.

“Isn’t it really cool?”

“Yes. It’s really pretty. Siha. You too, right?”

“Ah!”

Siha couldn’t take his eyes off the pretty flowers.

Seung-joon and Hana next to him were the same.

Seung-joon said.

“Wow! Red!”

“Pretty! Mom. Mom. Hana wants to take a picture!”

At that, Siha grabbed my pants as if he wanted to take a picture too.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah? Do you want to take a picture too, Siha?”

“Ah.”

“Really? Then shall we stand in front of that?”

“Ah.”

Siha stood in front of the azaleas.

“Siha. Sit down. That way it will look prettier.”

“Ah.”

Then Seung-joon stuck next to Siha.

“I want to take a picture with Siha too!”

“Ah!”

I’m glad I brought Seung-joon.

“Hana too. Hana too!”

“Okay. You three sit down. Now, let’s do a flower pose like this. Flower pose.”

Hana narrowed her eyes and put her chin on her hand.

Seung-joon stuck out his tongue and made a strange expression, and Siha made a flower pose, but his hand was drawing a V.

Lee Siha. He was a man who couldn’t give up the V.

Indeed, a man of integrity.

Seung-joon’s mother next to him sighed.

“Oh my. Seung-joon always makes a strange face when taking pictures. I guess it’s fun.”

“Haha. All young boys are like that. What.”

“Siha doesn’t do that.”

“Siha always does that V.”

If you only look at the pictures, there is no picture without a V.

After all, the picture is a V!

I admit that it’s the most common pose.

Anyway, it’s cute.

“Si-hyuk hyung! Take a picture quickly! It’s hard!”

“Hana is tired too!”

“Ah!”

Oh, that’s right.

I was so caught up in the cuteness that I didn’t take a picture.

“Ah, sorry. Sorry. I’m taking a picture! One, two, three! Kimchi~ [common phrase said when taking pictures in Korea]”

Click. Click. Click.

“Shall we take another picture in a different pose?”

I took another picture in a different pose.

Click. Click. Click.

After taking all the pictures, the kids started to look at the flowers in earnest.

I spread the mat I brought under the tree.

It was shady and a little cool, so it was a good place to sit.

“Please sit here.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

Seung-joon’s mother and Song Taek-soo sat down.

“Teacher, are you going to stay here all the time?”

“I need to rest a little too. Even if I go home, I only get nagging from my wife.”

“Ahaha. I see you get nagged too, teacher.”

“I’m also a human and a husband.”

Seung-joon’s mother next to him burst out laughing at that.

We peacefully watched the children play.

***

Siha looked at Seung-joon and Hana alternately.

“Seung-joon.”

“Oh. Siha.”

“Hana.”

“Yeah. Why?”

Siha pointed to an azalea with his hand.

Fluttering.

He found a butterfly sitting on a flower.

The children’s eyes widened and they liked it.

“Wow! A butterfly!”

“Hana has seen a butterfly too!”

“Ah. Butterfly!”

Siha watched the butterfly fly away.

The white wings fluttered and went somewhere.

“Let’s follow it!”

“Hana wants to follow it too.”

“Ah.”

Then I heard Hyung’s voice from behind.

“Don’t go too far!”

Seung-joon clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. Then I can’t help it. Let’s play with flowers today.”

“Oppa [term used by younger females to address older males/brothers]. What are you doing?”

“Ah?”

Seung-joon made a suggestion.

“I’m going to collect flowers and make pollen. Like this.”

Seung-joon pretended to throw it towards the sky with both hands.

“Hana is a singer, and Siha and I are the people who decorate her.”

What Seung-joon thought of was a video of an idol he saw on TV.

It was an idea that came from thinking about the pollen falling from the sky.

Hana’s eyes lit up.

“Hana is an idol?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah.”

The children snapped off the flowers and gathered them in both hands.

Siha also had five. Seung-joon also had five.

“It’s done!”

Five was a lot because it was a small hand.

“Then Hana sings?”

“Yeah!”

“Ah.”

Hana started singing.

“Passing through time, beyond the era. I’ll protect you~”

Azaleas were sprinkled on top of Hana’s head as she sang very seriously.

Siha also sprinkled azaleas diligently.

Siha thought it was pretty to see the falling red petals.

Then Song Taek-soo called the children.

“You shouldn’t pick flowers carelessly. Kids. Come to grandpa. I’ll tell you a fun story about azaleas.”

Siha was curious about grandpa’s story, so he shook off his hands and approached.

Seung-joon and Hana were the same.

Seung-joon said.

“Grandpa. What story.”

Seung-joon’s mother smacked his head.

“What’s ‘grandpa’ to grandfather? Grandpa.”

“Ouch! My uncle said grandpa yesterday!”

Seung-joon’s mother muttered.

“Oh my. My aunt and uncle’s words to the children… They even imitate ‘moondijasik [problematic child]’ and ‘jijibae [derogatory term for girls]’……”

Seung-joon’s mother cleared her throat.

“Ahem. Anyway, you have to say grandfather. Okay?”

“Yes. Grandfather. What story are you going to tell us?”

Song Taek-soo smiled softly.

“I’ll tell you about this azalea flower.”

“Hey. It’s not fun.”

“It’ll be quite fun?”

Siha grabbed Song Taek-soo’s pants.

“Ah.”

“Okay. Siha seems curious. Then I’ll tell you. Ahem.”

Song Taek-soo grabbed the azalea attached to Hana’s clothes.

“Once upon a time, there was a pretty moon and a handsome star. The two loved each other so much. But a villain living nearby wanted to have the moon, so he planned to harm the star.”

“Hehehe. Now the moon is mine!”

“The villain attacked the star with a knife.”

Hana shouted.

“No!”

Song Taek-soo smiled softly.

“But the star opened his mouth wide and swallowed the knife. And he transformed into a warrior with a knife and defeated the villain.”

“Take my knife.”

“Keheok!”

“That way, the star and the moon had a beautiful love and got married. The colorless flower that saw that turned red and became a red azalea. So the azalea is a beautiful fruit of love.”

Song Taek-soo shook the red azalea.

Fortunately, it was a happy ending.

Siha looked at the azalea with sparkling eyes.

“Love.”

“Yes. Siha. It’s love. Come on. We have to cherish it.”

“Ah.”

“So if you break it like this, the red color disappears. Look. It’s already weak, right?”

“Ah.”

Siha gently grabbed the azalea with his hand.

He stroked it as if he knew the preciousness of the flower.

“It hurts. Sorry.”

Seung-joon and Hana next to him also stroked the flower.

“Sorry.”

“Hana is sorry too.”

The three adults watched the scene with satisfaction.

Then Si-hyuk said softly in Song Taek-soo’s ear.

“That’s not the original story.”

“Oh. Do you know this story?”

“Haha. I know a few legends too.”

In fact, the star dies, and the moon is so sad that she kills herself with a knife.

The legend is that the blood shed by the star and the moon turned into azalea flowers.

It was such a sad story.

But Song Taek-soo changed the story to a happy ending.

With the content that the originally colorless azalea blushed and found its color.

“The original story is changing.”

“I like happy endings too.”

Si-hyuk looked at Siha.

The three children gathered the fallen flowers in a place with many flowers and kept them together.