Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 252

What emerged was a round object.

It wasn’t a ball, but it certainly captured Seung-jun’s attention.

Jong-su recognized it instantly.

“A yo-yo!”

Si-ha seemed to understand Jong-su’s exclamation and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yo! Yo! Rap!”

“No! Not *that* kind of yo-yo!” Jong-su said, a little exasperated.

Jong-su stared, dumbfounded. Of course, Si-ha only knew the word, not the actual toy.

It couldn’t be helped. The world was full of amazing things he had yet to discover.

“Ah? Yo. Yo.”

“That’s not it. The thing Seung-jun is holding *is* a yo-yo.”

Then Eun-woo burst into laughter, glancing around mischievously.

“Puhaha. Did you call me? Yo. Yo.”

“I didn’t call you!”

“He didn’t call you. Puhaha!”

“Where’s the funny part?” Jong-su mumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment.

There were so many unique personalities at Gangin Kindergarten.

Meanwhile, Seung-jun carefully threaded his finger through the yo-yo string.

“Okay! Watch closely! This is how you use a yo-yo!”

Having seen it done somewhere, Seung-jun confidently turned his wrist downward and released the yo-yo with a flick of his wrist.

It spun rapidly.

The yo-yo reached the end of the string, paused momentarily, and continued to spin.

“Wow!”

“So pretty!”

“So cool!”

The yo-yo even sparkled, completely captivating the children.

It wasn’t just a ball; Seung-jun was very pleased with his gift. It wasn’t just a toy, but a game that required skill and coordination.

He raised the back of his hand sharply.

The spinning yo-yo shot upwards like a fish on a line.

Clack!

He caught it effortlessly, trying to maintain a cool expression.

The children, thoroughly impressed, exclaimed, “Wow, wow!”

“Haha! I can even bounce it up and down like a basketball!”

Up and down, up and down.

The sensation was similar to dribbling a basketball. That was another aspect he enjoyed.

“Si-ha, do you want to try?”

“Ah ah!”

Si-ha eagerly put his finger through the loop.

And swung it back and forth clumsily.

His eyes widened in amazement.

It was a simple action, but incredibly fun.

“Sparkly. Fun.”

Clack.

Si-ha was becoming addicted to the feeling of the yo-yo hitting his hand. He looked like he’d never encountered a toy with such a satisfying sensation.

Seung-jun puffed out his chest, a proud look on his face.

“Jong-su, my Santa gift is more amazing, right?”

“Hmph. No, it’s not. My train is way more amazing.”

But secretly, he was drawn to the yo-yo. He watched Si-ha playing with it, enthusiastically chanting, “Eit! Eit!”

*Okay. It can’t end like this.* What kind of gift did Lee Si-ha receive?

He’s such a good kid; he must have gotten something amazing, right?

Jong-su, having learned from experience, sought out another target.

“Hey. Oh Hana! What did you get!”

“Woong? Hana? Hana got a pretty microphone. Pink. Pink.”

“Huh? Isn’t that the one you already had?”

“No. It’s a *real* microphone.”

Hana proudly pulled a microphone from her bag.

It was a genuine microphone that could be connected with a wire.

The exterior was painted a vibrant pink.

“Oh? Santa gave you a microphone?”

“Yeah! Hana is going to be a cool idol with this!”

“Wow. That’s great,” Jong-su said, his enthusiasm waning.

Somehow, the microphone deflated his competitive spirit. He felt like he didn’t know why he had been trying to compete in the first place.

Hana’s pure and innocent dream extinguished Jong-su’s competitive fire.

“Jong-su.”

Jae-hui, practically bursting with excitement, tapped Jong-su on the shoulder.

He also wanted to show off the gift he had received from Santa.

“Huh? Why?”

“I also got a Santa gift!”

Jae-hui gestured to the sling bag he was wearing.

Jong-su blinked, wondering what kind of bag it was.

“You already have a regular bag, so you can use this to complete your fashion when you go out to play later!”

“Oh? Oh, okay.”

Jong-su, who didn’t know much about fashion, simply nodded.

Even the intelligent Jong-su wasn’t well-versed in arts and sports.

Especially Si-ha’s art, Jae-hui’s fashion sense, and Yoon-dong’s dancing.

Of course, he didn’t really understand what was so great about Eun-woo’s rap either.

He just knew that they enjoyed it and were good at it.

“Hehe. Amazing, right?”

“Yeah. Amazing!”

He didn’t know much about it, but Jae-hui was a precious friend.

So he praised him as amazing first. Looking closely, the sling bag did complement his outfit quite well.

The teacher commented, “Jae-hui is looking stylish today too.”

“Hehehe.”

“But Yoon-dong, what did you get from Santa Claus?”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

The teacher was very curious. In fact, she had a hunch. Workout clothes or sneakers. Something related to dancing.

Yoon-dong scratched his head.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“But I’m curious about what you got.”

“A helmet and elbow pads.”

“Huh?”

Yoon-dong took them out of his bag, as if he had brought them specifically to show them.

“Did you get inline skates?”

“What’s that?”

“No, nothing.”

It was a very simple and practical gift.

Instead, the helmet had several messages of support written on it, and stickers were also attached.

“They said these are the signatures of uncles who won a B-boying [breakdancing] competition. To practice hard.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yes! I’m not very good yet, though.”

Suddenly, Yoon-dong dropped to the floor and lifted his legs into the air.

Freeze [a b-boying move where the dancer holds a pose].

He came down in an instant.

“Hehe. I still don’t have enough core strength. My goal is to do headspins later.”

That alone was amazing.

The teacher opened her mouth in surprise.

She knew he liked dancing, but she didn’t know he was this skilled. He was a quiet child, but Yoon-dong’s dedication was evident in that short dance.

“That’s really amazing.”

The parents’ support was also evident.

As far as she knew, Yoon-dong’s mother was currently a professor at Gangin University.

The director came next to her and said, “Yoon-dong’s uncle used to do B-boying. He even went to the world championships. Now he’s running a business.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. He was so fascinated by his uncle’s B-boying that he’s doing that?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well, he seems to be interested in other dances too.”

The children were so surprised to see Yoon-dong’s freeze that they clapped like seals.

He seemed embarrassed for no reason, hugging his helmet and putting it back in his bag as if nothing had happened.

He probably didn’t realize that only his ears were red.

But there was a friend who pointed it out.

Eun-woo pointed and laughed.

“Puhaha. His ears turned red!”

“Shut up!”

“Oh, it’s funny! Puhaha.”

“Aish.”

“Oh, I also got a new snapback [a type of baseball cap] from Santa!”

“Are you always getting snapbacks?”

“I’m planning to display all kinds of snapbacks at home.”

“Huh?”

“Come over to my house. I’ll show you. It’s really hip.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s true. Yo. Yo.”

After talking for a while, Seung-jun suddenly thought of something and looked at Si-ha.

“Si-ha. What gift did you get?”

“Ah?”

“I mean, Santa’s gift.”

“Got shoes.”

“Let’s see.”

Seung-jun ran to the shoe rack first, and Si-ha followed.

Other children were also interested and followed.

Of course, their thoughts were different. Jong-su wanted to see how amazing it was, Jae-hui was interested in fashion, and Hana was curious like Seung-jun. Yoon-dong too. Eun-woo just followed because everyone was going.

“Wow! The shoes are pretty!”

“Si-ha’s shoes are as pretty as Hana’s shoes!”

As expected, the two were close, so they praised each other first.

Jae-hui matched the shoes with Si-ha’s clothes and nodded approvingly.

Only Jong-su breathed a sigh of relief.

“What. It’s not a big deal.”

But Si-ha’s boasting wasn’t over yet.

“Ah ah. Siha same with hyung. Santa grandpa. Siha, give hyung gift.”

“Huh? Si-ha, Si-hyuk hyung is an adult.”

“Siha asked in letter. Give hyung gift. Santa grandpa got two letters.”

“헐?! [Korean slang expressing disbelief or shock, similar to ‘What?!’ or ‘No way!’] That’s totally amazing.”

Jong-su’s eyes widened.

Si-ha got two letters!

The reply letters that had been prepared in advance at the daycare center were to be checked one by one on Christmas Day.

But not only did Si-ha receive two, but he also took care of Si-hyuk’s gift.

“No way. It was actually amazing…….”

The teacher looked at Jong-su and thought, *Jong-su. Is that such a shocking thing?*

Anyway, the day went well, with everyone boasting about their Christmas presents.

***

I arrived to pick up Si-ha.

Today, the children’s eyes were piercing.

What was it? I didn’t know what they were expecting, looking at me like that.

“Amazing. Amazing.”

“Awesome. Awesome.”

“Ah ah. Hyung!”

“Maybe Si-hyuk hyung is actually a child like us?”

“Ew. A fast-growing child?”

“I want to be like that too. Then I can dance more…….”

“I want to rap with adults.”

I really didn’t know what was going on. What happened that led to such a leap of logic?

Si-ha. What did you do at daycare?

Looking at me like that, Si-ha was just looking at me with an innocent face. *I don’t know anything.* That was exactly the expression.

Maybe he really didn’t know…….

“Si-ha. We have to go now.”

“Hyung. Siha yo-yo.”

“Huh?!”

An unexpected yo-yo remark. Was this the appropriate moment for such a comment?

Anyway, I couldn’t grasp the point of the topic.

Seung-jun said, “Si-hyuk hyung. I got a yo-yo as a Santa gift.”

*Thank you for solving the mystery. You were the culprit?*

Seung-jun’s pocket was bulging, and it seemed like that was the yo-yo. He even went to the trouble of taking it out and showing it diligently.

“Si-hyuk hyung. Are you good at yo-yo? My dad taught me how to stop it. How is it? Amazing, right?”

“Hahaha. A yo-yo.”

I also have a lot of experience playing with it when I was young. Wouldn’t most people be like that? Maybe not.

There are instructions that come with buying a yo-yo. Of course, it’s a basic technique. But those who know how much practice it takes to learn this know that the beginning is never easy.

“Can I try it once?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know if it will work.”

That technique that everyone has tried once: Walking the dog.

“I’m walking the dog. Good boy.”

Counting one, two, three on the ground, he lifted the yo-yo as it was.

The children’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their heads.

“Wow. Si-hyuk hyung is the best! Better than my dad!”

I’m sorry, Professor Oh Sang-hwan.

“Si-hyuk oppa [term used by younger girls to address older brothers or male friends] is so cool!”

I’m sorry, Professor Oh Sang-hwan.

I don’t know why, but I think I should apologize for this part too.

“Hyung. Walked?”

Add a subject: Lee Si-ha!

Add the dog!

If you say that, it sounds like I walked.

No, isn’t that true?

“Then shall I show you something else?”

I could see that the children’s expectations had risen once again.

Hmm. I have to meet those expectations.

“Watch closely. This time it’s a technique called the elevator.”

The yo-yo went up and down over one line. It was just that the right hand moved up and down. Because the children are focused on the yo-yo, it will seem like I did something amazing.

“Haha. Then finally.”

I finished by making a star with the yo-yo.

The children’s eyes were already sparkling like stars.

“I’ll only perform up to here. Seung-jun will be able to do it if he practices a lot.”

“Really?!”

“Of course. It’s real.”

Si-ha pulled on my pants.

“Hyung. Siha want walk.”

So let’s add it when we say dog.

Si-ha seems to want to walk the dog more than other techniques.

“Then shall we go buy a yo-yo?”

“Ah ah!”

Well, a yo-yo isn’t that expensive of a toy, and I can buy it for him soon.

“Then teacher, I’ll go now.”

“Yes, yes. Goodbye. Goodbye, Si-ha.”

“Ah ah. Bye bye.”

I left the daycare center, leaving Jong-su, who seemed to be out of his mind, behind.

I went straight to the toy store where my grandfather was and bought a yo-yo, then went home.

“Si-ha. You have to know how to stop with the yo-yo first.”

“Ah ah!”

He vigorously lowered the yo-yo.

But he didn’t know how to stop it and it came right back up.

“Huh?”

“Snap your wrist! And…”

“Siha know. Pow!”

“Yes. You’re good at it. Pow!”

He succeeded after several attempts.

“And then put it on the ground and walk it.”

“Ah ah.”

Thud. Stiff.

It stopped immediately because it wasn’t easy.

“Walk!”

Drag.

Unlike the yo-yo, Si-ha’s walk did not stop.

Si-ha, who went to the end of the kitchen, shouted.

“Hyung. Siha did!”

Si-ha raised his right hand happily.

Only the yo-yo was dangling back and forth.

Yeah. Okay. As long as you walk it somehow.

I didn’t care.