Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 271

Hyung, Am I Cute? (271/500)

The kids at the daycare center had surprisingly high recognition.

Since their cute appearance at the festival, many people knew about them.

Quite a few people enjoyed watching the festival videos with a smile.

Of course, this recognition was limited to Kangin University.

Especially thanks to Park Kyung-joon, who brought many friends and did a lot of unnecessary promotion, they became even more famous.

“Wow. There are really kids here?”

“Hehe. Cute. And they’re working part-time.”

The convenience store was quite crowded with people.

Most of them held something simple to eat in their hands.

Siha and Seung-joon suddenly became busy.

Beep!

“Do you have a point card?” [A point card is a loyalty card that gives you points for purchases.]

“No. I don’t.”

“Give me your card.”

“Hehe. Okay.”

The faces of the people paying were constantly smiling.

The people waiting behind them also had a happy expression.

“All done!”

“You’re all done calculating?”

“Goodbye~”

“Do you want to send me away quickly?”

“Huh?”

“I see. But I’m going to eat this here, okay?”

The man shook a triangle kimbap [a Korean rice dish wrapped in seaweed] in front of Siha’s eyes.

“Delicious!”

“Hehe. Work hard. Bye~”

He left after playfully teasing him.

Seo Soo-hyun, who had been waiting quietly behind, placed a drink down.

“Frog Noona!” [Noona is a Korean term used by males to address older females.]

“Yes, Siha. The rumor that you’re working here has spread everywhere.”

“Siha busy.”

Beep. Beep.

Siha was too busy scanning to pay attention.

“Oh? Sorry. Did I bother you while you’re busy?”

“Siha play when done.”

“Huh?”

Seo Soo-hyun was very flustered.

She wondered if she should wait until Siha’s shift was over after this calculation.

“When does your part-time job end?”

“Dunno.”

It was a very indefinite wait.

After the calculation was finished, Siha waved his hand.

“Bye-bye.”

“Yes. Bye-bye. Good luck with your part-time job!”

Seo Soo-hyun felt relieved and started to leave.

“Too many people.”

“Siha, there are so many. Really.”

“Part-time job fun. Keep scanning.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Siha enjoyed the simple labor.

Seung-joon, who was next to him, also pressed the POS [Point of Sale] machine diligently.

He knew exactly what to do now.

There were quite a few snacks piled up under the standing chair because the students bought them and gave them one by one.

After a wave of people passed by, one customer came.

He flinched when he made eye contact with Siha.

“Umm.”

“Huh?”

He wandered around with lost eyes and then looked at the owner’s face.

“I’d like a Dipl.”

It was a customer who came to buy cigarettes.

Siha asked with an innocent face.

“Dipul what? You mean glue stick?”

“Huh? Ah, no. That’s…”

He didn’t know how to explain, so he hesitated and finally came up with an answer.

“Cloud snack.”

“Gloom! You eat gloomy snack?”

“No. It’s not that clouds eat snacks. Umm. There are snacks that only adults eat.”

“Is it delicious?”

“No……”

“?”

The man honestly liked the taste of cigarettes, but he had no choice but to lie in front of Siha.

He was worried that he would become too interested if he said it was delicious.

He signaled to the boss to quickly calculate.

“Why eat it if it’s not delicious?”

“Adults eat it even if it’s not delicious.”

“!!!”

Siha remembered his brother sometimes eating the seasoned vegetables he hated.

“Ah! Ssun namul [bitter seasoned vegetables]. Ssun namul! Hyung [older brother or male friend]. Siha hyung eat ssun namul.”

“Oh, oh! It’s like that. Like that.”

“Good for body? Ssun namul good for body.”

“No. This is not good?”

“?”

At that time, the boss extended a helping hand.

“That’s it.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you!”

The man quickly grabbed the cigarette so the child couldn’t see it and hurriedly left.

Siha shouted behind his back.

“Come again~! I’ll give you a discount!”

“No! It’s okay!”

It was a college student who answered kindly.

The boss smiled and stroked Siha’s head.

“You can’t just give discounts here.”

“Why?”

“There are only certain products that can be discounted. That’s called a discount.”

“Discount. Discount.”

“There’s also two plus one.”

“Two plus one? Siha know. Two! Two! One! One!”

“Yes. It means you get one free when you buy two.”

“!!!”

Siha blinked.

“Must buy two plus one!”

“Puhuh.”

Siha’s eyes lit up at the free stuff.

Of course, he didn’t realize that he had already gotten a lot of free snacks under the chair.

***

Just like Siha and Seung-joon became busy, Jong-soo and Jae-hwi were also busy filling the empty seats.

The trash cans were also full, so they tied them up and threw them away.

Of course, the teacher tied them up.

“Okay. We’ve experienced a part-time job today. How was it?”

“Ah. Fun.”

“It was a little difficult.”

“I think theory and practice are different.”

“I miss Mom.”

Everyone was interested, but it seemed difficult as it continued.

Only an hour had passed, but the density was quite high.

“Yes. This is how moms and dads work hard to earn money. Other relatives are the same, right? So let’s be really grateful when we receive New Year’s money.”

“Yes!”

“Shall we go now?”

They can’t work for 8 hours like a real part-time job.

It’s also a nuisance to the boss.

“Where are Hana and Yeon-ju?”

Siha looked at the teacher with questioning eyes.

“I think they’re still doing it, but shouldn’t it be over now?”

“Want see!”

“Are you curious about the cafe part-time job?”

“Ah!”

The other children’s eyes lit up.

It seems that after all that hardship, another curiosity suddenly arises.

What is it like to work part-time at a cafe?

That’s the look in their eyes.

“As you all know, there’s nothing special. You make coffee and sell desserts.”

Using a POS [Point of Sale] machine for calculations was not much different from a convenience store.

It’s a little different, but when you look at the overall context, it’s a similar aspect.

Still, the children seem curious.

“Want go! Want go!”

“Okay. Everyone go.”

Since they were going back together anyway, it wasn’t bad to go once.

They left the convenience store and arrived at the cafe.

Clap clap clap.

As we entered, we were greeted by applause.

“What’s this?”

“Ah! It’s Hana!”

Hana was standing on the piano bench in the cafe.

“Encore! Encore!”

“Hehehe. I’ll sing one more song!”

When the kids first came, there was hardly anything to order at the cafe, so they were asked to help with cleaning, delivering drinks, or handling the calculations.

Originally, it was self-service, but since the kids were there, it was decided to bring the orders to the customers.

But somehow word got out, and people started flocking to the cafe one by one.

Someone said they enjoyed the performance at the festival and wanted to see the dance again, and that’s how things escalated.

“I twist my hair~ twist, twist! Twist, twist, twist, twist!”

As Hana sang excitedly, Yeon-ju, sitting next to her, twisted her side bangs.

Eun-woo and Yoon-dong smacked their lips, seemingly wanting to do something.

Siha and the other kids ran to where Hana was.

People were murmuring.

It was because all the children had gathered.

“Hana!”

“Oh? Siha, Oppa [older brother]!”

“Hana sings well!”

“Hehehe.”

It was a skill worth attending singing classes for.

Then Eun-woo, unable to contain himself, took off his shoes and climbed onto the piano bench.

“I’m good at rapping too!”

“Oooooh!”

People looked on with anticipation.

The cafe staff didn’t particularly stop the children.

In fact, all the customers here had come to see the children.

Before the kids came, they were only selling a few cups of coffee.

But as word spread like this, customers filled the seats and bought a lot of desserts.

“Then let’s do it. Yoon-dong, let’s go.”

“Okay.”

“Ah. Ah. I added coffee. I rode the rhythm. The atmosphere here is all hyped up now.”

Yoon-dong started b-boying, doing shuffle steps to the beat.

People watched with wide eyes.

They didn’t expect a kid to give off the vibe that he was going to b-boy.

It was just the basic moves at first, but there was definitely a feeling.

“Ash. Ash. Only regret remains. Left on the bottom of the cup.”

Yoon-dong slowly rotated on the floor in six movements – a b-boying six-step.

He had to do it quickly, but he hadn’t practiced that much yet.

Still, it seemed plausible because he danced to the speed of the rap.

He was keeping the beat.

Eun-woo fired the hook.

“Cream! Cream! Creama [Creamer]! Cream. Cream. Creama! Hey! Prison!”

Yoon-dong put his shoulder to the ground and lifted his legs straight up.

Prison pose!

“Waaaaah-”

He sang the hook again and finished.

“Cream! Cream! Creama! Cream. Cream. Creama! Hey! Prison! one more time!”

Eun-woo and Yoon-dong smiled with satisfaction.

It was a short but intense rap and dance.

“Wow. Does he rap like that at that age these days?”

“That dancing friend is no joke either.”

“Encore! Encore! Encore!”

Siha, who was watching from the front, climbed onto the piano bench.

People’s eyes sparkled, wondering what he was going to do.

“Ah ah.”

“Huh?”

“Two plus one no. Two plus one no write [not allowed].”

Siha had figured out what an encore was when Hana did it earlier, and he meant that it wasn’t allowed anymore because they had done it twice this time.

It was Siha using what he had learned at the convenience store.

People found it cute, and chuckles spread around.

Siha only tilted his head, not knowing why they were laughing.

Thanks to that, the short performance came to an end.

***

I came to pick up Siha.

“Siha. Hyung [older brother] is here.”

“Hyung!”

He runs to me and hugs me.

He’s full of energy, as if he had a fun time at daycare today.

“Shall we go home now?”

“Ah ah.”

He goes back into the room and brings out his penguin bag.

As we go home, he tells me about what happened today.

“Really? You worked a part-time job? At a convenience store, too?”

“Beep. Scan. Beep. Beep.”

“Is that all you did?”

“No. Card receive. Say come again.”

“Amazing.”

I can’t believe Siha would work a part-time job.

He may have done things to earn money before, but this must be his first time working a part-time job.

Well, he didn’t do anything amazing, but I wonder if he learned something.

“Many people come. Kyungtrio hyung [older brother] also come.”

“Huh? Kyungtrio… not all three of them came?”

“No. One person. Ummm……”

Siha starts to think hard.

It seemed like he couldn’t remember one of their names.

Well, he remembers the three of them as a group, so there’s no way he’d remember their names, right?

“Is it Kyung-jun by any chance? Park Kyung-jun.”

“Find! [Found it!]”

“Hahaha. I see. I thought so.”

“Kyungtrio hyung go, many people come.”

“Uh-huh? How many people came?”

“Ten!”

“Ten people?”

This is suspicious.

I looked at the university student forum that had been piling up for a while.

Scrolling down, I saw that the daycare kids were causing a stir by working part-time.

I also saw a post bragging about seeing a small performance at the cafe, saying they worked part-time there too.

“Didn’t Siha work part-time at the cafe?”

“Hana, Yeon-ju, Eun-woo, Yoon-dong go there.”

“Oho.”

“Siha also go last. Two plus one no do.”

“?”

I tilted my head, not knowing what this meant.

The longer I’m away from Siha, the more I can’t understand him.

I’m a little sad about this part.

Still, I think it’s so precious to hear him chatter like this.

His speech has improved quite a bit.

If I had only continued to share the same time with him, would he have tried to tell me what happened like this?

His speech would have definitely improved more slowly.

I think I did a good job sending Siha to daycare.

Of course, compared to other children, he still feels a bit slow.

That will be adjusted normally as time goes on.

“Are you going to work part-time at a convenience store when you grow up?”

“No.”

“Huh? Why? Wasn’t it quite fun?”

“Fun.”

“Then don’t you want to try it again?”

“Siha cafe part-time do.”

“Huh? Why?”

“There more fun. Sing also do. Creama. Creama.”

“Where did you hear Creama from again?”

“Eun-woo rap do.”

“Hmm. I see. Eun-woo knows a lot of words.”

“Smart.”

“Smart, you mean….”

“Knock knock. Who is it? It’s Siha.”

“Pfft.”

I imagined Siha growing up and working part-time at a cafe.

He might draw fun pictures on the coffee.

“We’re here.”

When we got home, he took off his bag and ate dinner.

I felt a bit tired, so I took out some coffee.

I’m planning to go to bed a little late today because I have work to do.

Siha, who saw that, said.

“Hyung!”

“Yeah?”

“Siha coffee make for you?”

Siha, it’s coffee, not kopi [a common misspelling of coffee in Korean, used to sound cute]……

It seems like he wants to try working part-time at a cafe at home today.