Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 140

Hyung, Am I Cute? 140

Dada dada da.

A fierce storm is battering the window.

Kwa-kwang! Kwa-kwang!

Is this what the sound of war explosions is like?

The sound of machine guns and artillery shells coming through the window is quite eerie.

The daycare is closed today because of this weather.

“Ah, Hyung!”

“Yeah?”

Siha was already wearing his penguin raincoat and ready to go out.

He didn’t even fasten the buttons and was showing it off to me, eager to head outside.

I told him all about the typhoon yesterday, but it didn’t seem to register.

“Siha, if you go out now, you’ll get blown away, you know?”

“Siha. Hyung. Issuh.”

“Hyung might get blown away too, you know?”

“Ah?”

Siha tilted his head, and then, understanding, he took off his penguin raincoat with a sulky look.

“Pepe.”

“Let’s wear Pepe later when the typhoon passes and it rains again. Okay?”

“Ah ah.”

Fortunately, Siha listened well.

After taking off his raincoat, he tried hard to fold it in his own way, but it was very clumsy.

He puts it in the closet with a satisfied face.

I took the clothes out again, folded them neatly, and put them in.

It’s so cute how he tries to do things himself, but he’s still clumsy.

“Siha, what should we do since the typhoon is coming?”

“Ah? Hyung gachi [together]. Gachi. Nora [play].”

“Yeah, we’ll play together, but what should we do?”

Siha raised his index finger and tapped his head, pondering.

I wonder where he learned that from.

Watching him, I thought about games we could play while stuck inside during a typhoon.

I really wanted to create some fun memories together during this time.

“Haven’t decided yet?”

“Ah ah.”

Siha didn’t know what to do, so he just snuggled into my legs and bumped his head against them.

I started shaking my leg, turning it into the phone’s vibration mode.

Vrr, vrr.

“Ah ah!”

Siha found it funny and shook with me.

“Then shall we make a typhoon?”

“Ah? Typhoon?”

“Yeah. Hyung told you before that a typhoon is a wind that moves in a circle like this.”

“Ah ah.”

“We’re going to make that typhoon. In this house.”

Siha tilted his head.

“To be exact, we’re going to draw a typhoon with Hyung.”

“Ah ah!”

I went into the room and took out a roll of blue drawing paper.

I bought it at the stationery store yesterday.

I’m going to draw a typhoon on it with Siha.

“Ta-da! This is the sea. Remember? We went to the sea before.”

“Ah ah.”

“Typhoons are formed in the sea. So today, we’re going to draw a typhoon with this white paint. Do you know why we make it white?”

“Moya [What]?”

“This white color is clouds. Siha, you can’t see the wind, right?”

“Anya [No]. Siha. Baram ara [knows wind].”

“Yeah, I know, but you can’t see it.”

“Anya.”

I guess good children can see the wind.

Let’s go with that.

“Anyway, the typhoon is trying to take all the clouds with the wind, so we mark the clouds with white like this. Then you can see the wind moving in a circle, right?”

“Donggeul [Circle]?”

“Yeah. Round and round. Shall we try it?”

“Ah ah.”

I was about to squeeze the paint into a small basin when I paused.

I forgot to put down the vinyl [protective sheet].

“Just a minute. Let me get ready.”

I hurriedly created a safe zone with vinyl and brought a large brush.

I also changed Siha’s clothes.

I put on clothes that I hadn’t thrown away, but he insisted on wearing overalls.

Art is about getting some paint on your overalls.

“Okay. Shall we start now?”

“Ah ah!”

So we took the big paintbrushes, smeared them with paint, and put them on the drawing paper.

“Okay. A typhoon is being made.”

I carefully drew a swirl.

It looks pretty good, even to me.

“Ah ah!”

Siha also drew with a brush, and it has quite a feel.

He touched the brush in short strokes, bringing out a sharp feeling.

He seems to be drawing better than me.

As expected, skill doesn’t go anywhere.

Well, others might say that we just drew a swirl.

“How is it? A typhoon has been made, right?”

“Ah ah.”

“It’s usually shaped like this swirl. But you can make more interesting typhoon shapes.”

There are no limits to imagination.

I took out another drawing paper and let Siha draw freely.

Siha pondered, then put down the brush and smeared paint on his hands.

I chuckled, knowing he would do that.

That’s why I changed his clothes.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah. I’m watching.”

“Ike [This]. Ike.”

“Yeah. Good job… Pfft!”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Siha was spinning around, with his hands on the drawing paper on the ground and his butt sticking out.

Waddle waddle.

“Ah?”

The drawing paper on the floor was spinning too, so I held it with my hand.

“Okay. You can spin now.”

“Ah ah!”

Waddle waddle.

Siha, bent over, started spinning in place.

White handprints drew circles on the drawing paper, spinning like a top.

That’s how the concentric circles grew bigger and the typhoon grew.

And it was cute how he was careful not to step on my hand.

Thud.

“Ugh!”

Eventually, as the circle grew, his butt touched my face.

“Ah? Hyung?”

“Hyung was hit by the typhoon… Typhoons are dangerous after all…”

I pretended to be blown away by the typhoon and collapsed.

“Hyung! Gae chana [Are you okay]?”

Slap slap.

“Ugh!”

Siha patted my face with his white hands, worried about me.

I guess I’m paying the price for teasing him.

I rubbed my face, unintentionally putting on makeup.

“Hyung. Gae chana?”

Siha’s voice sounded different.

Was he asking if it was okay to get paint on my face?

“Hyung. I don’t think I’m okay…”

“Ah? Bae apa [Stomach hurts]?”

No. Why does it have to be a stomachache…

“Ugh! Just a minute, Siha!”

The white hand was coming towards my stomach.

My clothes will be covered in paint.

“Hyung. It’s okay now. It’s okay.”

“Gae chana?”

“Yeah. I’m okay…”

If I keep saying I’m not okay, I might end up with body painting.

Siha, relieved, went back to making his typhoon.

Isn’t it over yet?

If I hold it again, I might get hit in the face with his butt again.

As I was thinking about that and about to hold the drawing paper, Siha smeared paint on his hands again.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah. I just have to hold it again, right?”

“Ah ah.”

That’s when Siha’s artistic spirit was shining.

Knock knock knock!

The storm fiercely knocked on the door.

Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!

Yeah. Periodically like this.

“Hyung. Door!”

“Yeah. The typhoon is knocking on the door. Let’s not open it.”

“Anya. Door.”

“Yeah?”

Siha pointed to the front door.

Knock knock knock.

Turns out it was the sound of knocking on the front door.

I got up and went barefoot to the front door and said.

“Who is it?”

“Hyungnim [Brother]. It’s me.”

“Oh, Donghwan. Why are you knocking on the door instead of using the bell?”

“I wanted to knock for the first time in a while.”

Then Siha ran to me and clung to my leg.

“Ack! Siha, how can you come with paint all over your feet?”

“Ah?”

Siha had a pure and innocent face, as if saying, ‘I don’t know anything.’

There were even Siha’s handprints on his pants.

I hope this comes off. It’s paint, so…

“Hyung. Typhoon.”

“Yeah?”

“Moon an dae [Don’t open door].”

“Shouldn’t open the door?”

“Ah ah. Typhoon wa [coming].”

“Ah. You mean if we open the door, the typhoon will come in?”

“Ah ah.”

I guess he remembers the expression that the typhoon was knocking on the door.

Good memory.

“But Baek Donghwan hyung [older brother/friend] is outside too?”

“Anya. Baekdong, typhoon gachi wa [together coming]. Moon an dae.”

“Ah. Really? Donghwan, Siha says you’re coming in with the typhoon, so he won’t open the door.”

“Ah! Hyungnim! You’re too much. Siha, save me! The typhoon is trying to catch me.”

Baek Donghwan was playing along with Siha.

I laughed and joked.

“Hey. You’re too muscular for the typhoon to catch you. Right, Siha?”

“Ah?”

Siha imagined the typhoon dragging Baek Donghwan away and nodded in agreement.

Nod nod.

“Baekdong. Igyeo [Win].”

“Donghwan is going to beat the typhoon?”

“Ah ah.”

In Siha’s imagination, Baek Donghwan must have defeated the typhoon.

Well, Baek Donghwan, who is a 2-meter giant, looks much stronger than the invisible typhoon.

“Donghwan, that’s what he says?”

“Ah~ Hyungnim~ It’s crazy outside right now. Please let me in.”

“Siha says no. He’ll open the door if you fight the typhoon and win.”

“Yes. I understand. You rascal! Typhoon! Come at me!”

He started fighting the typhoon realistically with a low voice.

As expected of a voice actor, his voices clearly distinguished the two characters.

“Ugh! Typhoon, help me~ It’s too strong~”

“Haha! Siha, I defeated the typhoon! Will you open it now?”

“Ah ah!”

Only after receiving Siha’s approval was the door opened.

I want to praise Baek Donghwan for performing so enthusiastically outside.

“You worked hard.”

“Hoo. Why is it so hard to get into this house?”

“Maybe it’ll get even harder in the future if you do this?”

“More than this? No way…”

“Ah ah! Baekdong!”

“Yeah. Siha. Hello. Wow! What is this? Did you leave the door open inside the house? It looks like a typhoon has already passed through here?”

“Haha…”

The house is a mess.

But it’s okay if Siha is having fun.

There’s not much to clean up anyway.

All I have to do is wrap up the vinyl and throw it away.

Except for wiping the footprints on the floor.

“We were making a typhoon. See over there? The picture Siha drew.”

“Wow! A typhoon feast inside and out.”

“I think so too. Come on in.”

I brought Baek Donghwan inside.

He came as a guest, but I didn’t have much to offer, so I took out juice.

“Here. Drink. Siha. Ah~”

“Ah~”

Siha couldn’t use his hands, so I put a straw in his mouth and let him drink the juice.

“But what’s going on?”

“Am I the kind of person who only comes when something’s wrong?”

“That’s not it…”

“I was just scared to be alone because the typhoon is coming.”

“You’re scared with that size?”

“Ahem. Actually, I came to protect Siha.”

“Yeah. You came at the right time.”

“And there’s a fun event going on. Naming the typhoon. It’s an event on Insta [Instagram], and I thought it would be good for Siha to participate too.”

“Oh! Really?”

The event on Insta was giving umbrellas to 5 selected people.

All you had to do was write the name and meaning together and upload it.

I don’t know where he finds these events every time.

“Sounds fun. Siha. Shall we make a name and upload it too?”

“Ah?”

“It’s naming the typhoon. What do you want to name it?”

Siha pondered, then pointed to the floor as if he had a good idea.

“Hyung. Jeogeo [That]. Bal [Foot].”

“Yeah? Ah! Those footprints?”

“Ah ah! Balja [Footprint].”

“You can’t step on it. It’s a footprint. Oh! That’s a good name?”

“Ah ah!”

Baek Donghwan nodded in agreement.

I went to Insta on my phone and wrote the name and meaning.

[Typhoon Name: Footprint.]

[Meaning: It leaves a strong trace because it’s too bad to just pass by. Like a footprint.]

“It’s done. How is it?”

“Very good. I think you’ll win.”

“Really? But the participation rate is low.”

“Maybe it’s because it’s a spontaneous event that lasts for 3 days.”

“Really? Then will we be able to get an umbrella?”

“Maybe the chances of winning are pretty high?”

“I hope so.”

As we were talking, Siha called me.

“Hyung!”

“Yeah? Ah! Isn’t it over yet?”

“Ah ah.”

“Donghwan, do you want to do it too?”

“Oh! I’m an artist too.”

We started working again like that.

Here, Baek Donghwan drew a unique typhoon.

He drew muscular arms on the swirling typhoon.

It was a bit grotesque to watch.

He pretended to cry, saying that he was making something that looked like himself.

And Siha pointed at the picture and said ‘Baekdong!’ to confirm.

And the next day came.

***

The clear sunlight shone on the ground as if the typhoon had never happened.

Looking at the blue sky, I couldn’t help but say that the weather was nice.

“Siha, let’s go to daycare.”

“Ah ah.”

“The weather is nice!”

“Nalsi [Weather]. Jota [Good]!”

I went to the place where I parked the car with Siha, who was following my words…

“Huh?! What’s that brick?!”

I could see a brick placed on the front windshield, and it was slightly broken.

“Siha cha [car]…”

Siha opened his mouth as if he was shocked.

The typhoon really left a strong ‘footprint’ because it was too bad to just pass by.

Siha unintentionally learned about the scary aspects of typhoons.

“Red…”

Red is broken.