Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 158

Hyung, Aren’t I Cute? Episode 158

-Seung-jun and Hana’s House.

It’s not the kids who are busy selling used goods, but the mothers.

Because they had to select items that could be sold.

Seung-jun’s mom took out toys and clothes that he didn’t play with much.

But that didn’t mean everything would pass.

In short, it meant that the owner’s final approval was required.

It’s funny how life requires approval from your son and daughter, even though it’s not a company.

Yeah. I laugh and try to find mental peace by thinking it’s really fun.

“Seung-jun, can I throw this away? You don’t play with it anymore, right?”

“Ah, no! I play with it.”

“Mom hasn’t seen you play with it for a month, though?”

“No, I’ll play with it later.”

“Oh, really~?”

“Yeah!”

He says that, but he knows very well that it’s always neglected.

It’s probably because of his collecting desire and accumulated memories that he can’t throw it away.

“Then let’s do this. Let’s sell the toys you don’t play with much instead of this one. And buy Seung-jun a new toy he wants with that money.”

Since it was being sold as used, he had to sell a lot to buy a new toy.

But Seung-jun didn’t know that and was completely fooled.

“A new toy?”

“Yeah. A brand new one.”

“B, brand new?!”

“Yeah. Brand new.”

Brand new!

A magical word that makes both kids’ and adults’ hearts flutter.

Seung-jun’s heart fluttered and swayed like a buoy on the sea.

Falling into an invisible trap, he looked back and forth between the toy in his hand and his mom’s face.

“I! I’ll sell this too! I don’t play with this much either.”

“Hehehe. Really? Then Seung-jun, why don’t you pick one out?”

“Okay.”

Seung-jun rummaged through his toy box.

The process of selecting became fun, a game.

This way, Mom only needs to pick out some clothes.

Now it’s Hana’s turn.

“Hana?”

“Mom, I’m busy!”

“Oh? Why are you so busy?”

“Hana iz picking what to sell.”

“Oh? Hana is already picking well?”

Mom looked at Hana with admiration.

She must want to buy something.

I was so curious about what it was.

“What are you going to buy with the money you sell?”

“Earn lots of money.”

“Oh? You’re going to earn a lot of money? Is it Hana’s money?”

“Yeah. Hana haz to earn money.”

“Why?”

“It costz a lot to teach me how to zing~ I’m gonna learn to zing by zelling thiz.”

“Oh my!”

I thought she wanted to buy something new, but she wanted to earn money to take singing lessons.

She’s already trying to earn money for her own lessons.

But those toys were bought with Dad and Mom’s money.

Anyway, I admired her and stroked Hana’s hair.

I didn’t want her to take vocal lessons from an early age, but wouldn’t it be okay to let her learn for a while?

For about a week?

These days, there are facilities where you can learn separately.

“Mom!”

“Yeah?”

“Hana wanna be idol [singer].”

“Yeah. Hana will be a great idol.”

“Yeah. I’ll zing az well az Soo-hyun unnie [older sister].”

“Oh~ really? Then if you sell a lot of this, Mom will send you to a school-like place for about a week.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Not on weekdays, only on weekends? But you have to tell Mom if it’s not fun, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then Seung-jun raised his hand.

“Mom! Me too! Me too! I wanna join the soccer team!”

“Yeah. No.”

“Awww~~~ Why~~~~”

Because singing lessons don’t require any preparation.

I don’t expect much from the kid, and it’ll just be about singing fun songs.

But soccer is different.

Soccer uniform, socks, shoes!!

Yeah. Above all, shoes!! Soccer shoes are expensive.

Moreover, I had to buy shoes often due to Seung-jun’s foot size, which was growing differently every day.

Of course, it’s not necessary to buy them.

‘But the kids on the soccer team all have them.’

But I couldn’t let only Seung-jun wear sneakers.

Most of the kids in the nearby soccer class wore soccer shoes.

Moms must have bought them.

‘It’ll be difficult if he says he doesn’t want to go later.’

Because all the soccer shoes will be thrown away.

‘What if he loses interest?’

Seung-jun is not only interested in soccer but also in all ball games.

It was obvious that it would cost too much to learn for a short time.

This is why they say that arts and sports cost a lot of money.

“Mom~~ Me too~~”

Seung-jun grabbed his mom’s pants and shook them.

“Then how about this?”

“What?”

“Kangin University is selling used goods.”

“Yeah.”

“Seung-jun sells everything he’s going to sell and buys soccer shoes there. The right size. Then Mom will send you to soccer class.”

“Really! If I buy soccer shoes, I’m going to the soccer team?”

“Yeah.”

And it’s not soccer shoes, it’s soccer shoes…

“Awesome!”

“Awesome!”

The twins were jumping up and down, happy.

Mom was a little sad.

Can’t you just play with Mom at home?

“If you can’t buy them, it’s over!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

Hana, why are you answering?

Ah! You have to earn lesson fees too.

I don’t know if they can both earn it.

After a while.

“Are you guys going to carry all that?!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

The two were cheerfully packing their bags.

Mom frowned and made a helpless expression.

***

-Kangin University Flea Market Day.

People are setting up stalls and displaying their goods.

A lot of people are participating.

That includes the daycare center.

They made a separate tent and sat on mats.

The teacher opened the boxes that the children had prepared.

These are the boxes that the mothers left at the daycare center booth today.

“Okay. Now, place the items you prepared on your mat. You’ve all set the prices, right?”

“Yes!”

The children laid out their items, and the teacher helped them.

A considerable amount of items.

There are clothes, toys, and books.

“I brought something really good! I filled it to the brim.”

Jong-soo showed off, showing a box full of stuff.

Whether he used it cleanly on a regular basis, it sparkled like new.

Jong-soo stuck out his stomach.

“I’m going to sell the most today.”

I was confident today for some reason.

From last night, I worked hard with my mom to wipe the toys and pick out books without wrinkles.

I even made price tags out of paper in front.

“Humph.”

Seung-jun snorted at the sight.

Jong-soo wasn’t the only one confident in his stuff.

The items I carefully selected after much deliberation yesterday.

I brought out my favorite toys to buy soccer shoes somehow.

The trendy combination robot toy these days.

When I brought this out, Seung-jun’s mom looked embarrassed.

But after seeing her son’s determined expression, she couldn’t stop him.

That’s how much Seung-jun wanted to buy soccer shoes.

Unfortunately, Seung-jun didn’t know that soccer shoes might not come out on the market.

“Hey, Jong-soo. You don’t sell a lot just because you have a lot!”

“You have to have a lot of quantity to sell a lot! Don’t you know Daiso [Japanese dollar store]?”

“They didn’t have everything there?”

“No. There’s a lot! You have to have this much to sell.”

“I also brought a combination robot!”

“Ugh.”

Even for Jong-soo, Seung-jun’s combination robot looked very desirable.

Anxiously looking for other prey, worried that he might lose.

“Ah! Siha! What did you bring!”

“Ah?”

Siha was struggling to tear off the box tape.

Then, hearing Jong-soo calling, he tilted his head.

“Siha. Book!”

“Just books?”

“Ah ah. Siha book.”

“Just books. Siha won’t be able to sell much.”

“No. Siha sell. Hyung [older brother]. Sell. Did.”

“What are you saying…”

I roughly meant that I learned by watching my brother sell it, but it was not conveyed to Jong-soo.

Siha ignored Jong-soo and tore off the tape again.

Yesterday, I liked it and put tape all over the box.

Si-hyuk was very troubled, but he let Siha seal it as much as he wanted, thinking that it would be okay if Siha was happy.

“Tough~”

Siha slumped on the box.

The teacher laughed as she watched the scene.

“Siha. I’ll help you. Please move away from there because it’s dangerous.”

The teacher pushed the cutter knife up.

Then, with a determined expression, he approached the box.

Siha moved away and watched the scene.

“…Go.”

The director, who was helping the children, watched with an expression asking if this was such a serious matter.

Swipe.

The cutter knife cut the entrance of the box in half.

Click.

The cutter knife, which had completed its mission, went into the teacher’s pocket.

“Now open it?”

“Ah ah.”

Siha was already attached to the box.

Crack. Crack.

The box was opened and 10 books came out.

“Wow! What kind of book is this?”

“Ah ah! Siha. Hyung [older brother]. Make~”

“Huh? You made it?”

The teacher opened the book.

A Pepe [character] dragonfly popped out.

It was a character drawing that I had never seen before.

“Wow! Si-hyuk is amazing.”

“Hyung [older brother]. Cool.”

“Yeah. Siha also drew this, right? It looks just like Siha’s drawing?”

“Ah ah.”

“Wow. Siha is amazing.”

Siha puffed out his chest at the compliment.

Jong-soo, who was watching from behind, opened his mouth.

“H, how do you make something like that…”

“Puhahaha!”

Seung-jun, who was watching from the side, patted Jong-soo on the back.

He proudly boasted.

“How is it? Amazing?!”

“Why are you bragging?”

“Siha is my friend!”

“He’s my friend too?!”

“You idiot. I’m different from you. Siha and I are best friends! Right? Siha!”

“Ah?”

Siha tilted his head, wondering, ‘What was a best friend?’

Seung-jun, who didn’t know that, felt his heart sink.

I wondered if only he thought so.

But I was relieved by Siha’s last words.

“Bef fwen iz what?”

“Ah! A best friend is! A realllllly~ close friend!”

“Ah ah! Seung-jun! Bef fwen!”

Jong-soo pouted his lips.

Even he thought that he wasn’t Siha’s best friend.

Seung-jun next to him smiled, but he clenched his fist for no reason.

“I’m going to sell more! Because I brought more!”

“Yeah, right!”

“Issh!”

Jong-soo went back to his seat and started organizing his items.

Siha also saw the scene and tried to put down the book.

“Ah?”

“Siha. Ta-da. I put them in a line like this.”

“No!”

Siha picked up the books and started lining them up one by one.

The teacher also saw the scene and helped organize it.

“No.”

“Yeah?”

“Thiz. Here!”

“No. Aren’t they the same book anyway?”

“No. Thiz. Here.”

Even though they looked the same, there was an order to the books.

Siha lined them up in that order.

The teacher wondered how to distinguish this.

In fact, Siha just wanted to organize the same books here and there.

“Okay. Then everyone is done organizing, right?”

“Yes!”

“Then let’s start selling in earnest~”

“Yes!”

“And if you’re tired, there are snacks here, so let’s eat together later.”

“Yes!”

In fact, these were children who recognized this as a play or picnic rather than a business.

Except for a few kids, of course.

They had something they wanted.

***

Time passes leisurely.

People pass by, but the desperate desire to sell is ruthlessly ignored.

Rather, the more impatient you are, the less likely you are to sell.

Only Jae-hwi, who was waiting leisurely like a fisherman, was really popular.

“Oh my. The clothes are so pretty. How much is this?”

“Thiz! Ten thousand won!”

“Isn’t 10,000 won too expensive?”

“It waz expensive when I bought it. I’ll give you a thousand won discount because you look like you dress well.”

“Ohh. This kid! You’re good at talking.”

Jae-hwi, who is surprisingly interested in fashion, shined.

He talks about his favorite field, and he is fluent.

The middle-aged women thought his clear pronunciation was cute.

Jong-soo, who was sitting next to him, felt a little envious.

“Jae-hwi. How do you sell so well?”

“Huh? Someone who said they would buy it came?”

“No. You’re talking differently than usual.”

“Huh?”

Originally, when a story he likes comes out, even a taciturn person becomes talkative.

Jong-soo didn’t know that.

“I don’t know. Isn’t it because I dress well?”

“I, is that so?”

The fact that Jae-hwi only sells clothes was also contributing.

Jong-soo glanced at the other side.

Siha, as well as Seung-jun, were not selling.

I was relieved that at least I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sell.

But it was right then.

“Oh my. Siha.”

“Ah ah! Frog!!”

“Are you selling this book?”

“Ah ah!”

Jong-soo jumped up at the sight.

Because I knew who Seo Soo-hyun was.

“Lee Siha! That’s cheating!!”