Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 231

Hyung, Aren’t I Cute? 231

December 5th, Siha’s birthday.

I woke up early and stir-fried beef to make seaweed soup.

I wanted to feed Siha first thing, but I was so tired.

“Haa~aam.”

A yawn escaped me. But thinking about Siha being happy made me smile softly.

Of course, he might not even care that much.

He’d probably just react to eating something delicious. He wouldn’t know I woke up this early to make seaweed soup.

But it doesn’t matter.

I’m not doing it because I want him to acknowledge it. It’s just my way of showing I care, wanting to feed him seaweed soup on his birthday.

‘Father also liked the seaweed soup I made.’

The first seaweed soup I made wasn’t exactly delicious.

But my father soaked kimchi in it and ate it with rice, saying it was really delicious. He said he never thought the day would come when his son would make him seaweed soup like this.

I thought the taste was just okay, but seeing him eat so well, I said, ‘Dad, then I’ll make it for you next time too!’

My father laughed heartily. He seemed very touched.

“Hyung?”

“Oh? Siha, you’re already awake?”

“What doing?”

“Yeah. Hyung is cooking.”

Siha rubbed his eyes and came over to me. He gestured for me to hold him.

I gently picked him up and patted his butt.

Patting his soft butt is my special privilege.

“Hyung. Sleep togeda [together].”

“Yeah. I’ll do this a bit more and then sleep a little. Let’s sleep more since we’re still tired.”

“Wif Hyung [with Hyung].”

“Okay. Ah! That’s right.”

I whispered in Siha’s ear while holding him.

“Happy birthday today. Thank you for being born. What would I have done without you?”

“Hyung. Tank you born~ [Thank you for being born too~]”

Why is he thanking me? I don’t know why it’s so cute when he repeats my words.

I rubbed my cheek against Siha’s and stood up.

I should simmer it slowly on the weakest heat and lie down with him.

“Here, Siha. Let’s sleep a bit more.”

“Ah ah. Hyung. Sleep.”

“Yeah.”

How many times did I pat him?

Only after confirming that Siha’s breathing was even could I get up again.

I have to prepare a grand birthday feast, starting from the morning.

Even if “grand” just means rolled omelet, sausage, and seaweed soup. Ahem.

This is a total mobilization of what Siha likes.

It will be a satisfying lunch.

While preparing, I got a text on my phone.

[Delivery. I’m leaving it in front of the door.]

It seems like what I asked Alisa for has already arrived.

The birthday present is also ready.

I’m thinking of giving it to him when we have a birthday party together at home.

I opened the door and saw the delivery box. I brought it inside and opened it.

“Huh?”

Inside was a doll that was different from what I had expected.

“No. What is this……”

Siha seems like he’ll like it… No, he’ll like it.

But it was a different direction from what I had expected.

***

-Daycare.

Right after the children left yesterday, I finished preparing for the party in advance.

I bought the cake in advance and prepared the presents.

I always gave the children the same presents, so the other kids didn’t really envy each other, because they knew they’d get one too.

The director was very concerned about creating an environment where they could fully celebrate.

“Is the cake safe?”

“Yes. Of course. The director made it so diligently. Yesterday, the kids were looking for the director a lot when they couldn’t see you.”

“Don’t lie.”

“It’s true! The kids feel at ease when the director is at the center of the daycare.”

The director looked around.

“Did you cause an accident somewhere? I’m also in the position of receiving, so I can’t raise your salary.”

“You’re too much.”

“Tell me honestly. What accident did you cause?”

“Sniffle.”

Teacher Yoo Dahee pretended to cry.

The director chuckled and tapped her on the shoulder.

While they were making such jokes, Teacher Yoo Dahee poured out compliments.

“But how do you make strawberry cheesecake? I always wanted to ask because you always make it so well.”

“I learned it.”

“Why? Are you going to make it for the kids? Even go that far?”

“Just because.”

“Hey. There’s no ‘just because.’ There’s no such thing as ‘just because’ in the world.”

“Who says that?”

“Writer Kang Inhan?”

“Isn’t that Dahee-ssi’s [Miss Dahee’s] pen name?”

“Ahem. Not me.”

“It is……”

The director also knows what Teacher Yoo Dahee’s pen name is. No, she’s guessing.

It was funny that she was making a big deal out of something she said she would never tell.

Like writing stories with ingenious advertisements on this writer’s blog, or exuding a similar scent to herself. So she owns all of this writer’s books at home.

Oh? Not very famous?

She thought this, but she didn’t say it out loud.

She accepted her blatant self-promotion. She told her to brag here because she didn’t have many places to brag.

Of course, it might not be true, but the scent is too strong.

Anyone would think so.

The texture of the writing is the same. Texture.

“You can write normally……”

“Yes? What did you say?”

“Nothing. Dahee-ssi [Miss Dahee]. Can you hold the cake and put it on the table over there? I’ll finish decorating here.”

“Yeees~”

The cake was placed on the table.

It looks very appetizing with strawberry puree.

It’s almost time for the children to come.

“Teacher~!”

“Teacher~!”

The twins announced the start.

Other children came in at similar times.

Lee Siha appeared last.

“Ah?”

“Wow. Siha. What is this?”

“Hyung. Wha dis? [What’s this?]”

“Hyung asked first? You’ve seen it before. The hint is that Siha likes it.”

“Siha know. Wed. Wed [Red. Red].”

“There are two letters after that?”

Siha pondered for a while and then slapped his thigh as if he remembered.

“Wed gangsta. Wed gangsta [Red gangster. Red gangster]!”

“It’s not gangster, it’s carpet. Red carpet….”

Si혁 [Si Hyuk] let out an absurd laugh.

If this is a red gangster, Siha would have waited and said, ‘Hey, why are you late? You have to pay me back.’

Oh? Thinking about it like this, it seems plausible?

It’s similar in that they come out to greet you.

Of course, it depends on whether the intention is malicious or good.

“Hyung. Wed cafepe [Red carpet].”

“Why are you adding ‘pepe’? Ahem. Shall we go in now?”

“Ah ah.”

Siha stepped on the red carpet.

It continued into the room as if guiding the way.

The first thing you see is a round table.

Pretty fruits were placed on it, and a cake was placed in the center.

“Hyung! Cake. Cake!”

“Yeah. It’s a strawberry cake? Siha will get a lot of congratulations.”

“Ah ah.”

“Then shall we play with Hyung after the daycare party is over?”

“Ah ah!”

“Okay. Then Hyung will be at home preparing to have fun. Got it? With presents and everything.”

“Ah ah!”

Siha nodded without even looking at Si혁 [Si Hyuk], as if his eyes were taken away by the cake.

“Hyung. Go.”

At that word, his head turned quickly.

He waved his hand at Si혁 [Si Hyuk] and sent him away, and the full-fledged birthday party began.

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday, dear Lee Siha~! Happy birthday to you~! Wow!”

“Siha. Make a wish and blow out the candles.”

“Ah ah.”

Siha clasped his hands tightly and made a wish.

Wif Hyung togeda [With Hyung together]. Wif Hyung togeda [With Hyung together].

The problem is that he didn’t wish for *what* he would do with Hyung, but he still said his wish diligently.

He opened his eyes slightly and blew out the candles.

The three candles went out and he received applause.

And then the gift time.

The first to step up was Hana.

“Siha. Hana prepared a song. A song gift.”

“Hana. Tank you~ [Thank you~]”

“Hana hasn’t even sung yet?”

Hana tilted her head.

She was caught off guard by the preemptive thank you.

Her pupils were shaking whether she should sing or not, but Siha started clapping.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The children also matched the beat.

Hana sang a song.

“Born in winter~ You are so cute~ Blooming like a snowflake!”

“Ah ah. Ta-da!”

“Everyone’s you~!”

“Tadak [Sound effect]!”

“Happy birthday~”

The teacher held back her laughter.

Siha’s chorus comes in with a soft ballad.

Oh Hana is steadfastly immersed in her own song.

The seriousness between the two created laughter.

“Thank you~”

“Waaaa-”

After the song, Hana bowed her head.

Next is Jongsu’s gift.

“I wrote a letter.”

It also came with another boast that he was learning Korean.

Of course, it was full of affection for Siha.

Siha tilted his head.

“Ah? Punch?”

“It’s not a punch, it’s a letter! It’s writing down what you want to say and giving it to them.”

“Ah ah.”

Siha received Jongsu’s letter.

When I opened it, I could distinguish between the black letters and the blue stationery.

One thing I knew was that it said ‘Lee Siha’.

[To Lee Siha.

Hello. Siha. Happy birthday. They say that in English is happy birthday. You didn’t know, did you? Let’s stay close in the future. I’m not going to lose to you.]

It was a text that I didn’t know whether I wanted to congratulate or send a challenge.

But unfortunately, it was not delivered to Siha.

Because I can’t read it.

“Ah ah. Tank you~ [Thank you~]”

“Did you read it all? Can you read it?”

“Ah ah. Lee Siha. Happy birday [birthday]. Happy birthday.”

“Oh? How did you know?”

“Tank you~ [Thank you~]!”

Siha just took out the words that the kids often said today.

He also heard the congratulatory greeting in English from Luna on the phone today. He applied it.

Of course, Jongsu, who didn’t know this fact, muttered, ‘As expected, Lee Siha. I can’t let my guard down.’

“Siha.”

Jaehui hesitated and handed over the gift.

“Wha? [What?]”

“Open it.”

When I opened the gift, a picture came out.

“Clothes!”

“Yeah. It’s a picture now, but I’ll make you clothes when I grow up.”

“Ah ah. Tank you [Thank you].”

I can’t wear it, but Siha was very satisfied.

If Jaehui makes it when he grows up, he will make it.

“I just bought it roughly while walking down the street.”

Yundong gave Siha something in his hand.

A card with Emperor Penguin 3 drawn on it.

It’s a card that doesn’t come out well even if you buy a pack, so is it really just something you bought roughly while walking down the street?

Only Yundong will know that.

“Yundong……”

He was surprised because he didn’t expect to receive the Emperor Penguin Three card, which was shining in gold.

“Tank you [Thank you]. I wike dis [like this].”

“Ahem.”

At that time, Eunwoo approached, mixing admiration and rap.

“Wow. Emperor Penguin Three! Two! One! Let’s get it! Today is Siha’s birthday. My verse made to give a gift. Stay!”

Eunwoo spread his hands as if telling Siha to wait.

He opens the bag he’s carrying on his back and takes out a hat.

“You are the main character today. Push everyone away! You’re tearing up the stage. Push everyone away.”

He puts a snapback on Siha’s head.

This is a gift for Siha.

Finally, he finishes the rap with a hook.

“Snapback~ Snapback~ Knockback! Knockback! Snapback~ Snapback~ Knockback! Knockback!”

Eunwoo staggers back as if he’s being pushed away.

But unlike the rap, it wasn’t Siha who tore up the stage, but Eunwoo who tore it up.

Yundong thought it was cool and regretted, ‘I should have prepared a dance too.’

“Siha.”

Seungjun stood in front of Siha.

He has a very determined expression.

Because the people in front of him gave a lot of great-looking (?) gifts.

He felt that something was lacking in his gift.

But he still thought his gift would be the best.

Because everyone who received this liked it.

He came up with the best gift based on clear data.

“This is a gift!”

“Seungjun!”

Siha raised his voice at the strong voice.

The teacher was filming a video, wondering what was going on that was raising emotions so much.

Siha received a small box.

What comes out when you open it.

[Massage Voucher! -Can be used anytime]

There was a picture of someone giving a massage.

“Wha dis? Juju? [What’s this? Rubbing?]”

“Yeah! It’s giving a massage. Rubbing your shoulders. Use it whenever you want! My mom and dad all liked it! Puhaha!”

Siha handed the massage voucher to Seungjun.

Seungjun’s eyes widened.

He was worried that he was giving it back because he didn’t like it.

“Oh? You don’t wike [like]?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Seungjun. Massage.”

“Huh?! Are you using it already?!”

“Ah ah.”

“Okay. Sit here.”

Siha sat cross-legged like a king.

Seungjun put his hands on his shoulders from behind.

“You were tired from playing baseball, right? I’ll relieve it for you.”

“Seungjun shiunhae~ [Seungjun, it feels good~]”

“???”

“Good~”

“I haven’t even rubbed it yet?”

The teacher smiled at the sight.

The two were definitely best friends.