Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 139

Hyung, am I cute? 139

Inspiration.

Hints of life can be found in everyday moments.

Numerous discoveries and creations are born from the overlap of such coincidences and necessities.

Fascinatingly, even studying can become another story.

The mathematical fun hidden in “Alice in Wonderland” is, in a way, an interesting point.

So, what about me?

What kind of scenario can I write?

Where do I get inspiration?

That, of course, was experience.

I looked at Siha.

“Ah.”

Siha may seem taciturn, but inside, his emotional expressions are diverse.

Actually, he’s not taciturn.

Lately, he’s felt even more lively.

‘Siha is the protagonist.’

So, I made Siha the protagonist.

Warm and full of various emotions, but not easily known on the outside.

But those who know, know.

Such a protagonist.

However, I mixed my tendencies with Siha’s tendencies so he wouldn’t be too childish.

And what became a hint was Moon Do-hwan.

He sang of painful unrequited love, but love isn’t just between men and women.

Even a person who seemed perfectly fine can sometimes go crazy, and in fact, another side appears.

So, I decided to make Moon Do-hwan the antagonist.

That love that shouldn’t be done but was done.

“Hmm. This will be good.”

I stared at the laptop and moved my hands.

I didn’t move as fast as when translating, but I slowly laid bricks one step at a time.

“What are you doing?”

Siha peeked his face out from the room.

“Siha, weren’t you sleeping?”

“No. Sleep. Hyung. Rest.”

“Ah. Going to pee and then sleep?”

“Ah ah.”

“Okay. Let’s go to the bathroom. Bathroom.”

I parted ways with Moon Do-hwan after karaoke and put Siha to sleep.

But I didn’t know he would wake up so quickly.

I worked hard to put him to sleep next to me…….

“Hyung. What are you doing?”

“Huh? Ah. Hyung has some work to do.”

“Siha. Together.”

“Shall we work with Siha?”

“No. Sleep. Together.”

“Ah…. You want to sleep together?”

“Ah ah.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

I didn’t even close the laptop and lay down in the room with Siha.

I covered him with a thin blanket and patted his belly.

“Let’s sleep.”

“Ah ah.”

I felt like I would fall asleep just lying here like this.

But I couldn’t succumb to sleep right now.

There was still work to be done.

“Koo.”

I watch Siha sleeping and get up again to sit in front of the laptop.

I bury my face in both hands.

Even though I know it’s a difficult task, the moment I start, the fatigue of my body sticks to me tenaciously.

I forcibly put strength into my eyes and reach out to the keyboard with vigor.

Believing that this touch will surely lead us both to happiness.

I run again today.

Dududada. Dududa. Dudu.

Grasping the slowing touch.

[Missed each]

I wrote the title.

***

The day dawned.

Still busy, but I greeted the pleasant morning and sent Siha to daycare.

Then I headed straight to the game development club room.

To share the scenario I wrote yesterday and decide on the direction.

Please let there be a positive response.

I prayed and opened the door.

Click.

The club room was completely cleaned and ready to be messed up again.

“Hello.”

“Oh. Hey.”

The first to greet me was Ahn Kyung-ho.

“Did you think about the scenario a bit?”

“Yeah. I tried to incorporate the feedback as much as possible, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Of course, I’ll like it.”

“You haven’t even heard it yet?”

“I know without hearing it.”

Ahn Kyung-ho pulled his chair up close.

Following him, Shin Kyung-hwan hit Ahn Kyung-ho’s head with a book.

Thwack!

“Ah! Why!”

“Don’t make a fuss and go sit in your seat.”

“Where is my seat here?”

“There isn’t one, but you have your own dedicated seat. Sit closer to that blackboard.”

“Tch. Kyung-hwan, you can do that now.”

“Not going?”

“I’m going. I’m going.”

Ahn Kyung-ho grumbled and sat in a chair near the blackboard.

Come to think of it, one more person was missing.

Noticing my question, Shin Kyung-hwan said.

“Kyung-joon will be here soon. He went to buy cola.”

“Ah…….”

Bang.

As if on cue, Park Kyung-joon opened the door and came in.

He took out his phone, looked at the clock, and wiped away sweat.

“Ah. It’s hot. I’m not late, right? It just turned on the hour.”

He sat down with a thud and fanned himself with his T-shirt.

The weather is still hot.

I wished time would pass quickly and it would be fall.

“Ah! Si-hyuk, hello.”

“Oh. Hey. Shall we start the meeting then? Honestly, I brought the scenario, but I’m nervous.”

“Okay. Let’s start.”

I took out the prepared A4 papers and handed them out to the three people.

“First, the story briefly covers the protagonist’s childhood to adulthood.”

That’s how the story began.

The story of five children.

Remembering the memories of playing together as children, they grew up to the present.

Among each family, the protagonist’s family is strong with force.

“And then war breaks out. A king who wants immortality has them retrieve the ‘Sacred Stone.’ It’s the so-called Sacred Stone War.”

“Sacred Stone?”

“Yeah. I just named it that. Anyway, the protagonist leads the army to war to get this Sacred Stone.”

“Because the king ordered it?”

“It’s a coercive order, holding his friends’ lifelines.”

“Oh. Interesting?”

“So, if you get the Sacred Stone, you give it to the king to release your four friends.”

Swish.

Ahn Kyung-ho listened with interest and turned the A4 page.

“But the king kills the protagonist?”

“He had no intention of keeping his promise in the first place. But the protagonist also had a plan, so he didn’t give all of the Sacred Stone. He only gave half.”

“So that’s how the story begins? Living with half of the Sacred Stone’s power.”

“That’s right. The king is ultimately only a half-immortal, with weaknesses.”

“But the protagonist is resurrected with half of the Sacred Stone?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t come back to life right away, but only after the funeral, having lost everything.”

“The revenge starts from then?”

I nodded.

The important thing here is the branching point.

I thought about how to create the branching point.

“It’s quite difficult to create a branching point. So, I split it into five.”

“Huh? Five?”

I nodded.

If it’s difficult to create a branching point, let’s just create someone else’s story.

“The king killed the friends, but the friends are all alive.”

“How?”

“There was more than one way to become immortal.”

“Oh?”

“Each becomes an incomplete immortal because there was another Sacred Stone.”

“Then the effects should be different for each Sacred Stone?”

“Yeah. So, I thought about each of their stories.”

There are a total of five Sacred Stones.

Including the protagonist’s regeneration, resurrection, immortality, possession, and undeath.

Ahn Kyung-ho asked.

“Resurrection seems to be about coming back to life, and immortality seems to be about not aging. What are the other two?”

“Undeath is about not dying because you’re already dead. You can think of it as a vampire.”

“Ah…. What about possession?”

“It’s literally possessing someone else’s body. The soul doesn’t die.”

“Like a ghost.”

“But it doesn’t mean they don’t die completely. It’s literally an incomplete Sacred Stone…. There are weaknesses…….”

“Don’t tell me, do you have to collect all five to become a complete immortal?”

“Well, that’s how I wrote the scenario for now…. How is it?”

Everyone quietly closed their mouths.

Even I thought the scale was quite large.

But this is literally a branching point, and the main route of the main story will flow around the protagonist.

Silence continues.

The first to speak was Ahn Kyung-ho.

“It’s good? What about you guys?”

“I’m okay too. The scale is big, but it would be fun to make. Vampires and ghosts are also familiar materials.”

“No. Aren’t the others also familiar in a normal way? It’s just that you put them together. We really need to write this well.”

All three have a positive reaction.

They seemed quite satisfied with the lines I had written.

I’m so glad.

I was relieved, but the three of them are already having a discussion.

Character design, music, and what needs to be programmed in the future.

“But can you make everything you’ve discussed?”

At my words, Ahn Kyung-ho raised his glasses and said confidently.

“I can’t make everything. I’m aiming to show only the tip of the iceberg.”

“Ah…. The tip of the iceberg?”

“Yeah. I think I can make roughly the early narrative part. I’m going to make the rest differently.”

“How?”

“With simulation? I think it will show the rest of the story well.”

“Then it will be faster?”

“That’s right. But looking at the scale, it feels like it could come out as a mid-length game?”

“It’s not that much. It’s not a scenario; it’s still almost at the storyboard level.”

“No. The personalities of the characters are written here, and I can imagine it. But the protagonist’s name is Siha?”

“…That’s a pseudonym…….”

“I thought everyone had Korean names. The name of the villainous king is Do-hwan too. Let’s see, the names of the friends are also Korean.”

Park Kyung-joon said Seung-joon, Hana, Jong-soo, and Yeon-joo from the side and chuckled.

I scratched my head.

It was too annoying to think of the names one by one.

And it was just easier to empathize with the character when I used names that matched their personality.

“Let’s decide on the name later.”

I think this name will continue for a while.

***

If you’re talking about an undying story, you can’t leave out the Phoenix [a mythical bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again].

The Phoenix, who comes back to life even after death.

The typhoons that always appear in this summer are also like Phoenixes.

News was coming out of the house.

[This typhoon is compared to Maemi [a particularly destructive typhoon that hit South Korea in 2003]…….]

The typhoon name Maemi is summoned to the news every time.

“Siha. Do you know Maemi? Maemi?”

“Ah ah. Maemi! Maem Maem. Eat pepper and Maem Maem.”

“Oh…. That’s right. Eating pepper and Maem Maem is Maemi [onomatopoeia for ‘spicy’ in Korean].”

I asked the wrong question.

I should have asked about the typhoon.

“Do you know typhoon? Typhoon?”

“What?”

“Typhoon is…….”

I brought a blanket and tied it around Siha’s neck.

Then I lifted him up and spun him around.

“Think of it as a strong wind that lifts Siha up and blows him away like this. It’s a wind that makes a circle.”

“Ah ah!”

Siha doesn’t care what a typhoon is; he’s just happy to be flying around.

But I need to let him know the scary thing about typhoons.

That way, he won’t think about going outside recklessly.

Of course, Siha can’t go out of the house alone.

“The typhoon makes you fly away like this and then fall!”

I lifted Siha high and landed him on the cushion on the floor.

Gently.

“If you fall this hard, does it hurt? Does it not hurt?”

“Doesn’t hurt.”

“Oh…….”

That’s right. I put it down so it wouldn’t hurt.

It’s hard to convey the scary thing about typhoons.

But these days, it’s a digital world.

I need to show the scary thing about typhoons in a video.

“Okay. Watch carefully. This is the scary thing about typhoons.”

The typhoon blew away signs, cows, chickens, and bricks.

Various things flew away and collided, causing great damage.

The car was seen breaking down.

“Ah?”

“How is it? Scary?”

“Hyung….”

“So, you can’t go outside.”

“No.”

“Huh?”

It doesn’t work?

“Hyung. Siha car. Home.”

“Oh? Are you worried about the car?”

“Ah ah. Car hurt. Ouch.”

It was a completely unexpected idea.

Yeah. The car is precious.

But the house wasn’t big enough to bring the car in.

What should I do?

“Siha’s car is very strong, so it doesn’t get hurt. Never gets hurt.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s red. You know? Red is always the protagonist in Sentai [a Japanese superhero team genre]. Red is strong.”

“Ah ah. Red!”

“That’s right. Even if a typhoon comes tomorrow, don’t worry about the car. It’s important that Siha doesn’t go out. Got it?”

“Ah ah. Siha no ouch.”

“Yeah. Siha no ouch.”

Siha tapped my pants.

“Siha. Hyung here. No ouch.”

I chuckled.

Then Hyung will protect you, so of course, no ouch.

“Hyung will protect you from the typhoon. Don’t worry.”

“Ah ah. Hyung. Red.”

“Yeah. Hyung is Red.”

The next day, the typhoon came.

With rain and wind…….

Red was broken.