Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 221

Hyung, am I cute? 221

Leaving KI Media, where I had gone to give a gift but ended up getting work, I headed to the last place on my list.

That was Parang Mall.

We had worked together, and they had helped us a lot during the festival.

Of course, they might say they just made and sold products, but is it really that simple?

Which company would sell these kinds of merchandise together?

Maybe it was because they were still new and it was a fun challenge.

Also, the drawings were simple, so they were easy to produce.

‘Still, it’s not easy to get this kind of opportunity.’

There are plenty of good characters.

But I can’t deny that the reason they chose Siha’s drawings was because of our connections.

Of course, even if Parang Mall felt indebted to me, this wouldn’t be a gift to settle that debt.

Give and take.

It’s a bit rigid, and it seems heartless.

Give one, take one.

The calculations might be accurate, but if you get too caught up in that, you become cold.

Still, my relationship with Parang Mall seems to be a bond that can’t be explained by such words.

“Hello~ How is everyone doing?”

As I went inside, everyone was working leisurely.

It was a different scene from KI Media.

Usually, the busiest time is from early morning until noon.

They have to bring in the logistics, organize them, check the fabrics in the morning, and there’s a lot of work to do here and there.

In the afternoon, they go back to desk work.

Those who design go back to designing.

Seeing the college students maintaining this established pattern is deeply moving.

They look like well-organized working adults.

“Oh? Welcome. Siha, hello~!”

“Oh! What brings you here?”

“Huh? Hello~”

“Si혁 [Si-hyeok, the protagonist’s name]. Siha. Hello~”

Everyone greeted us warmly.

Alisa had her hair tied up and was wearing horn-rimmed glasses.

Seeing that there was no reflection in the fluorescent light, it seemed like they were non-prescription glasses.

Siha waved his hand.

“Ah, hi~”

“Hehe. Siha is still cute, isn’t he?”

“But why are you wearing your bag in the front?”

Everyone seemed curious about that.

Siha opened his bag to answer that question.

Inside were Peperos [chocolate-covered pretzel sticks, a popular gift in Korea on Pepero Day]!

Everyone seemed to realize why we were here.

“Lisa, this is for you!”

“Oh~! Siha, thank you so much. Is this the outfit Siha designed?”

“Ah, Siha made the clothes.”

“It’s a top. Are there pants?”

“No pants.”

“So it’s a no-pants fashion? Does Siha even know about that?”

“Ah?”

Siha shook his head, not knowing what it was.

There’s no way he would know the term “no-pants fashion.”

But it might be familiar.

He used to wander around without pants when he was younger.

Probably everyone experiences that when they are babies.

“I’ll enjoy it. Did Si혁 make this with you?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I feel like Si혁 made all the almond ones.”

“Oh? How did you know?”

“Just a feeling?”

I looked around.

What? Is there some kind of divine power flowing here?

I need to pull myself together and give Peperos to the others.

Everyone was happy with the unexpected gift.

They said they didn’t have time to celebrate these kinds of days because they were so busy.

“Alisa, are you selling well these days?”

“Of course. It’s the winter season now, so those clothes are selling like crazy. We’re selling a little in Korea too.”

“What about overseas?”

“Of course, we’re sending them. Actually, we make more money there. We have more people these days, and surprisingly, a lot of people like our clothing brand.”

“Isn’t that because you design for that market?”

“Haha. That’s true. It’s funny how we feel like a foreign company because we’re getting dollars. Well, that’s how it is.”

“I’m glad you’ve established yourself well.”

Then Alisa’s eyes widened as if she remembered something.

“Ah! I forgot to tell you something.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“We made bags during the festival, right?”

“Ah, right. Do you have a lot left?”

“No, they’re all sold out. Thanks to so-and-so promoting them as a celebrity.”

“Ah, so that had an effect.”

“Yes, it was huge. We even got inquiries about whether we would sell them again. But how can we make them again?”

I nodded.

They were handmade, and they also had to design clothes as winter approached.

They didn’t have enough people to handle all that.

“We’re not a merchandise company, so we shouldn’t focus on that.”

“You’ve got your priorities straight.”

“Yes. Actually, if we had the time, we could make and sell them, but it seems a bit difficult. I don’t know how much we should produce.”

“Ah, I see. But is this what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes! But I kept one in advance and gave it to Steve Baek. It probably arrived just in time for Pepero Day, right?”

“Oh… Steve Baek must have enjoyed it.”

“I know, right?”

Alisa unwrapped a Pepero and ate it with a crunch.

“Mmm. Delicious.”

“Lisa, is it good?”

“Yes, it’s really good.”

If Steve Baek were in Korea, I might have given him Pepero too.

He’s quite an interesting person I’ve met.

I want to see him again.

Well, I guess feelings can be conveyed even from far away, so he might like the bag gift.

Of course, it’s uncertain whether that rich man will use it.

***

Fairy tale.

I can make it with the drawings I have now, but it’s actually a bit lacking.

The story needs to have an ending, but the ending is too… cruel to weave it together.

As you know, the drawing Siha received as an award ultimately shows a contrasting image of one person being thirsty.

Someone is showering and feeling refreshed, while someone else is desperate for a sip of water.

In that sense, if I put this as the last scene, the story becomes quite bleak.

But.

“Siha, would you like to draw the rest of this story?”

“Ah?”

The lesson of Mongsil and Bisil’s cute characters is clearly conveyed.

The importance of water.

Then we might as well end the last part with a happy ending.

“I saw Siha’s drawings, so I’m going to weave a story.”

“Mongsil?”

“Yeah, Mongsil.”

Siha came to me, who was sitting, and ruffled my hair.

“Mongsil. Mongsil.”

“Hyung’s hair is silky, isn’t it?”

“Silky?”

“Pfft. What kind of name are you giving it?”

“Hyung’s hair is Mongsil too. Siha’s hair too.”

“Is that shampoo, by any chance?”

“Mongsil shampoo is good.”

“Oh? Yeah, maybe.”

The foam is fluffy.

It must be a Mongsil that transforms freely.

Hmm. Anyway, today’s topic is the happy ending of the story.

“Okay, Siha, see if you find it interesting.”

“Ah!”

“I rearranged Siha’s drawings, so Siha needs to draw a little bit in the empty parts.”

“Siha know.”

“Oh! Yeah, you know.”

I showed Siha’s drawings on the tablet.

First, Mongsil.

In Pepe’s drawing, he’s wearing fluffy foam on his belly.

I don’t know why he’s a penguin, but Mongsil was a penguin in the sky.

“Mongsil lived in the sky. Mongsil’s job was to make rain and sprinkle it.”

Mongsil squeezed the ball on his belly and sprinkled water.

Something about the part where the water comes out feels like pee… but let’s ignore that.

It’s not pee. The location is ambiguous, but.

“Mongsil also had a friend. His name is.”

“Bisil!”

“That’s right. It’s Bisil.”

Bisil with Pepe’s face.

His face was hollow and his amount of clouds was less than Mongsil’s.

He was weak.

He looks cute and pitiful.

“Bisil! Why are you so skinny?”

“I was born like this.”

“Liar! You used to have more clouds!”

“Actually, people use water carelessly, so I’ve been working hard to replenish it, and that’s why I became like this.”

“Really?! How carelessly do they use it!”

Siha was furious at that.

“Save water! Hyung! Water is precious. Precious.”

“Yeah, yeah. Siha knows well, doesn’t he?”

“Ah! Siha know well.”

“You’re smart!”

The story continued.

“I can’t forgive them! Bisil, you rest. You’ve overworked yourself.”

“But if I rest, who will make rain?”

“I’ll make it instead. But I can’t make a lot. I don’t want to become like you, Bisil.”

“I see. Then please do. I’ll go to the hospital.”

At that, Siha became gloomy.

He put his hands together in front of him.

“Bisil, get well soon.”

“Pfft. It’s not that he’s actually sick, it’s a story?”

“Hyung, Bisil get injection. Lie on bed. Get good injection. Like Hyung.”

“Oh?”

It seems like he remembered when I was sick.

I had a feeling that Siha would add a drawing of this part.

Well, it wasn’t intentional, but.

“So the amount of rain gradually became insufficient for humans to drink. Even though they still used a lot of water. So much time passed.”

The next scene was the drawing Siha received the award for.

A person is holding a bottle and is thirsty.

Above is a scene of showering.

I expressed this part as what the person drawn below is imagining.

“I used to use a lot of water, but now I can’t even fill this small empty bottle. Please, rain, come a lot!”

This is the result of rearranging Siha’s drawings.

I wanted to write the story after that.

So I added more, referring to the two drawings Siha drew.

“Mongsil also likes people, but feeling frustrated, he went down and told people.”

One drawing, Red Water.

“If we can change this red water into drinkable water, all the problems will be solved.”

“People started to worry. Then they discovered it. A way to change red water into drinkable water!”

At that, Siha’s eyes sparkled with interest.

“Moya [What]?”

“That method is!”

“Siha know! Well god. Well god [referring to a webtoon].”

“Puhaha. No, not that. It’s cleaning the dirty water now! Everyone decided to clean the river diligently. They also used water sparingly. Then, surprisingly, the color of the red water became lighter, didn’t it?”

The next drawing was just clear water.

“As time passed, people had a lot of water to drink. Even Bisil got much better and rained a lot.”

“Ah! Bisil!”

There is no drawing of Bisil getting better, but Siha will add that part.

The rest is enough with this drawing arrangement.

Just a few are needed.

“Since there is a lot of water, there are people who sell water so people can drink. Even countries without water have a way to breathe.”

“Hyung, what about Mongsil and Bisil?”

“Mongsil and Bisil danced with joy at the sight of the water that had improved again.”

“Hyung, did waltz dance? Did full moon dance?”

“Oh? You want me to tell you if they waltzed or danced in the full moon?”

“Ah.”

Hyung didn’t even think about that?

Do I have to take care of these details!

“Maybe they danced both?”

“Fun!”

“Yeah, it ended happily like this.”

“Mongsil, Bisil all better. Fun.”

“Mongsil, Bisil nurse. Nurse. Hyung. Story.”

“Ah, you want me to tell you about that part too?”

“Ah.”

Hmm. Do I have to take care of these details!

I have no choice.

“Okay. Side story! Mongsil and Bisil’s nursing!”

“Ah!”

Siha clapped his hands and liked it.

This is true. I guess we have to tell you about sending a video message while saying, “Bisil is.”

Siha is having fun with the stories we had.

The fun of fairy tales shouldn’t be this personal….