Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 216

Hyung, am I cute? 216

When Moon Do-hwan arrived, I was leaning against the wall, coughing.

He came in easily, probably because I had left the door open.

“You collapsed? Are you okay?”

“I didn’t collapse. I just didn’t have the strength to get up.”

“What about your face? I heard you were hurt?”

“I wasn’t hurt, I was trapped. They said I was trapped because of this mask.”

“Ah… not hurt, but trapped…”

“That’s right.”

Moon Do-hwan, who had misunderstood, breathed a sigh of relief.

“I was really surprised. I thought something had happened to you. But you do look serious now. Let’s go to the hospital. I brought the car. Get in quickly.”

“Siha hasn’t had breakfast yet.”

“I’ll take care of that, so get in quickly. Do you know what time it is? It’s brunch time.”

“Really?”

I must have slept for a long time because of the medicine.

When I looked at my phone, it was past 10 o’clock.

Siha must have been very hungry, but he didn’t say anything and was watching me with a worried expression.

I stroked his head as if to say I was okay.

“Let’s go quickly.”

We arrived at a nearby hospital.

I got an injection and an IV drip, or maybe it was a nutritional supplement, and lay in bed.

Moon Do-hwan told me to get everything, so that’s what happened, and I just did as I was told without complaint.

It’ll be good for Siha if I get better quickly.

“I’m going to have a meal with Siha and come back, so stay put. Okay?”

“Kindergarten too…”

“I’ll take you.”

Siha shook his head as if he had heard me.

“No. Siha not go. Stay with Hyung.”

“I’m worried you’ll catch my cold, Siha. If you go to kindergarten, Hyung will pick you up.”

Moon Do-hwan also chimed in.

“Yes, Siha. I’ll bring him with Hyung, so don’t worry too much and go to kindergarten. They say you’ll get better if you sleep a lot.”

“Really?”

Siha’s fingers intertwined.

He couldn’t leave easily because he was worried.

But soon he nodded and took Moon Do-hwan’s hand and left.

I was relieved.

It would be boring if he stayed here anyway, and he might catch a cold if he was by my side.

I smiled brightly and waved at Siha, who was looking back, and then lay down again.

My body wanted rest.

I could tell because I was sleepy again even after sleeping so much.

I gently closed my eyes.

***

-Kindergarten.

Siha was very worried about Hyung.

He knew that he would get better if he went to the hospital, but he was still worried when he saw Hyung lying down.

He worked hard to figure out how to make Hyung get better faster.

“Ugh.”

He supported his cheeks with both hands.

It didn’t come to mind easily. As he was groaning, the twins looked at Siha.

“Siha, what’s wrong?”

“Siha, what wong?”

“Hyung sick.”

The twins’ eyes widened as if they were hearing it for the first time.

Siha didn’t really ask why he was late, but he didn’t know there was such a big problem.

“No way. Si-hyuk Hyung is sick.”

“No way. Hana has to go take care of him!”

“Huh? Take care?”

Siha paid attention to the word ‘take care’.

Hana explained.

“Stay by his side, give him food, give him medicine. You can also bring him water.”

“Ah!”

Siha shouted as if that was exactly it.

He couldn’t stay here now. He had to go take care of Hyung right away.

Siha patted Hana on the shoulder.

It was like a boss praising someone who provided a great idea.

“Good job. Good job.”

“???”

Hana couldn’t keep up with Siha’s thoughts and tilted her head.

“Moya?” [Korean for ‘what?’]

“Siha gotta go. Take care of Hyung. Bye-bye.”

Siha ran to the front door.

He was putting on his shoes diligently when the teacher picked him up.

Dangling.

“Huh?”

“Siha, where are you going?”

“Take care of Hyung.”

“Huh?”

“Take care of Hyung. Get better soon.”

“Uh… there’s a better way to take care of him than that.”

“Huh?”

The teacher put Siha down.

Now that he had calmed down, he was just staring.

Hehehe. I have something prepared for times like this. It’s winter, so I ordered something just in case, and Si-hyuk caught a cold.

Then I had to do what I had prepared.

“Moya?” [Korean for ‘what?’]

“What that is.”

The teacher felt something strange and turned around.

Before she knew it, the children were looking at her with curiosity.

When did they all come?

“Ah~ Teacher! Tell me quickly! I’m going to Si-hyuk Hyung too.”

“Hana help too!”

Jong-su and Jae-hwi as well.

“I want to help because Siha Hyung is sick.”

“Siha Hyung shouldn’t be sick. He dresses well.”

Jae-hwi, what does dressing well have to do with not being sick?

Yoon-dong and Eun-woo.

“I don’t have any thoughts, but everyone wants to do it.”

“Hahaha. I’m writing rap lyrics so he can get better soon!”

The teacher smiled at Yoon-dong, who was pretending not to be, and burst out laughing at Eun-woo’s absurd words.

He’s writing a letter, not rap lyrics.

“Yes. Good. Everyone. Si-hyuk Hyung, Oppa [Korean term for ‘older brother’ used by females], has a cold. There’s something good for that. That’s right! Jujube tea! Everyone, let’s make jujube tea.”

Siha scratched his head.

“Siha have tea.”

“No, not that tea. Um. You can say it’s a drink made from jujubes [a type of date-like fruit].”

“Ah!”

“Then shall we all make it together?”

“Yes~!”

The teacher and the director divided the jujubes into seven bowls and brought them over.

They put baking soda and water inside.

“Here. Here’s a toothbrush. You’re going to wash the jujubes with this.”

Siha said one thing while looking at this.

“Brush jujube teeth?”

“Yes. The jujubes also brush their teeth hard so that delicious tea comes out. Now, try it. Chika chika [onomatopoeia for brushing].”

“Chika chika [onomatopoeia for brushing].”

The children worked hard to prepare the jujubes.

The finished ones are put in an empty container.

It seemed like it would take a while, but that was more meaningful.

Rubbing. Rubbing.

Siha took one jujube and wiped it hard.

“Chika chika [onomatopoeia for brushing].”

“Siha. The jujube is going to get worn out. Isn’t that enough?”

“No. Gotta work hard. Clean. No dirt, clean~”

Oh? Yeah. You have to wash it clean. It’s good to remove dirt, but you don’t have to do that to the jujube.

But Siha didn’t care and wiped it hard until he was satisfied.

Finally one.

It was amazing speed.

The teacher watched slowly and made other preparations.

“The teacher will peel the pear. Everyone, please take care of the jujubes.”

The teacher cut the plump pear into large pieces.

She was going to boil it with the jujubes.

She placed the pears nicely on a plate.

Thump. Thump.

They were cut into large pieces.

Seung-joon grabbed two of them.

“Ah~ I’m tired. I’ll eat well. Siha. Here~!”

One went into Siha’s mouth, who was scrubbing.

It was too big to fit all the way in, so he was holding it in his mouth.

“Uuuu.”

“Puhaha. Here, bite it. I’ll hold it.”

“Uung uung.”

The teacher was flustered, saying, “Huh? Huh?”

“This isn’t for eating……”

Hodadak [sound of scurrying].

The children were already holding pears and eating them.

Then back to brushing.

“Ahem. Everyone, actually, this wasn’t cut for eating. I was going to boil it with the jujubes. You can’t eat it anymore. Okay?”

“Yes~”

That’s how the preparation ended and they started boiling it in water.

They had to wait about 1 hour and 15 minutes.

“Now we have to add the important ingredients.”

“???”

“You have to put sincere love inside everything, whether it’s cooking or anything else.”

Jong-su said.

“Hey. There’s no such thing. I saw on TV that if you use an accurate measuring instrument, you won’t fail!”

“Hehehe. But haven’t you often heard that there’s a mother’s touch?”

“Huh? My mom can’t cook.”

The teacher failed to persuade him.

If Mom can’t cook, there’s nothing I can do.

“Hyung cook. Hyung’s touch.”

Yeah. That side has Hyung cooking. Oh no! Can’t I find a mother’s touch?

“Everything Mom makes is delicious!”

“Right! Hana like Mom’s cooking too.”

Fortunately, the twins helped the teacher.

The teacher cleared her throat once and tried again.

“That’s right. It’s delicious even without love, but it becomes more delicious if you put love in it.”

“Hyung. Siha love you?”

“Of course. Of course. Siha love Hyung too, so everyone, let’s put a lot of love into Si-hyuk Hyung, Oppa [Korean term for ‘older brother’ used by females]!”

“How?”

“It’s simple! With dance and song!”

The children’s eyes lit up at those words.

Yoon-dong especially clenched his fist and liked it the most.

“Then I’ll play some popular music these days.”

Doo-chit. Doom doom-chit [onomatopoeia for music beat].

A cheerful beat poured out.

The children slowly bounced and started moving their bodies.

The teacher held an empty bowl.

“First, dance and then put love in here.”

A professional teacher never wastes time like this.

She had to throw something to get rid of the boredom.

They must have been itching to move their bodies because they had been sitting and preparing jujubes, so they had to release their energy.

Before she knew it, the children stood in a semicircle and created a stage.

The teacher turned on the camera.

“Who’s going to come forward first?”

“Me!”

Yoon-dong was the first to step forward with a moonwalk.

He bounced his body a few times and then transformed into popping [a dance style].

He bent his arms a few times and took out love from his chest and put it in.

“Get well soon!”

And then he moonwalked back to his original spot.

“Then who’s next?”

Was it because he saw such an amazing dance?

Everyone couldn’t come forward easily.

But there was someone who shook off his seat and stood up, and that was Eun-woo.

“Haha. You said I could sing too, so I guess I can rap too.”

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump [onomatopoeia for heartbeat].

He started rapping on the beat.

“Hiss. My head is hot. Hiss. I made it hot. Hiss. Let’s get some medicine. For our Hyung.”

Approaching the bowl.

“We are kids. Eve. I hope Hyung is too.”

Pretending to take something out of his pocket.

“Care! Care. I hope you get better soon! Roun! The good news flies away quickly. Hiss!”

He put his heart into the bowl to match the hiss.

The teacher was impressed.

It seemed like Eun-woo really liked and was good at rapping.

“Wow. You rap well.”

“Hehe.”

He smiled brightly and went back to his seat.

Were the two stages so overwhelming?

Now really no one could come forward.

“Hana do it~!”

“Oh! Okay, Hana.”

“Si-hyuk Oppa [Korean term for ‘older brother’ used by females]. Get better soon. Hana sing for you.”

Hana sang a song.

“Get well soon~ We’re here~! Oppa [Korean term for ‘older brother’ used by females] get well. We’re here.”

“Where have I heard that song before?”

“Hehehe!”

Hana also put her heart in.

Seung-joon stepped forward and kicked the ball into the air.

It looked like he was doing some kind of personal skill, but it was quite funny.

There’s nothing there, what are you doing there?

Still, he kicked the ball seriously.

“Awesome, goal! It went into the bowl!”

“Oh? Yeah. You mean you put it in like that?”

“Yes!”

Next is Jong-su and Jae-hwi.

Jong-su thought he couldn’t do it alone, so he dragged Jae-hwi out.

A traditional dance that the two of them start.

They start running around in circles, holding hands.

Round and round.

It can be said to be a deep-rooted dance that has been passed down since Ganggangsullae [Korean circle dance].

The teacher packaged her thoughts that way.

“Hec hec. Not over yet.”

No. Jong-su. You don’t have to show me anymore. Jae-hwi looks like he wants to finish it?

“Going.”

“…Uh.”

“Hoo.”

Jong-su took a deep breath and sang a song.

It seemed like he wanted to show that he was no less by showing both dance and song.

“You have to take the medicine~”

“Have to take~”

“You’ll get better soon.”

“Get better.”

What’s with Jae-hwi’s chorus…….

Anyway, he finished the song like that and put his heart into the bowl.

Now the last person left. Lee Siha.

He stood at attention and stared at the camera.

Then he came forward and took something out from behind his back.