Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 250

Hyung, Aren’t I Cute? 250

The children’s art museum was wonderful.

I joined Seung-joon and Hana’s group and looked around various places. There were so many things to see and fun activities to participate in.

You could really spend the whole day playing here.

The museums and art galleries I usually think of are places you just glance at and pass through.

This place was a bit different.

There was something that captivated parents and children.

“They decorated it well.”

Baek Dong-hwan responded to my words.

“Right? That’s why I brought you here.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Hahaha! Ah! What happened to Siha’s drawing?”

“They said it would take about 40 minutes, so I think it’s on display by now, right?”

“Oh! Shall we go see it then?”

“No. The kids’ interest has gone elsewhere.”

“Huh?”

When Baek Dong-hwan turned his head, the children were listening to Seung-joon’s mom with sparkling eyes.

This was a relay story exhibition.

A place to write the next part of a story you want to tell.

You could say it was like a collaborative novel, which was popular in the past.

The only difference was that the children drew the next part.

“Would you like to participate here?”

A staff member came and asked.

We nodded and went inside.

“Hyung. Story. Story. Four-panel cartoon.”

“Yeah. Siha is familiar with this, right?”

“Ah.”

The staff gave us a piece of drawing paper.

They said you draw the story you want to tell on this one sheet in a relay.

They were encouraging children who didn’t know each other to participate.

But since we had three children, we didn’t include any others.

“Then we’re going to draw a story, who wants to start first?”

“Siha!”

Siha grabbed the pen first and started drawing.

It’s usually difficult to start, but he’s doing pretty well.

Well, maybe he’s just drawing whatever he wants.

No, looking at it, I think that’s really the case.

The familiar form of Pepe was being drawn.

“Once upon a time… Pepe lived.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Should I write it here?”

“Ah.”

Next, Hana took the baton and drew a picture.

The penguins increased to two.

But seeing that one has a ribbon, it must be a female penguin.

“Pepe had a pretty girlfriend, Peng-soon.”

As expected of a girl, she’s moving on to a love story.

Romance is the genre after all.

Next is Oh Seung-joon.

He confidently drew a soccer ball.

“The two of them worked hard and played soccer on a date. They played a full 90 minutes.”

Hey! Does that make sense!

Ninety minutes is a whopping amount of time. Isn’t that too hard for a date with your girlfriend?

And the genre suddenly became sports.

“Ah! Siha!”

Siha is overflowing with enthusiasm even though the story has become like this.

What was drawn was Pepe handing over red water.

Is this poison? Then it’s a complete thriller.

“Pepe gave red water. Thirsty? He did.”

Fortunately, he took care of his girlfriend very kindly.

I think it’s pretty good to this extent.

“Hana will draw it like this.”

Hana looked a little upset because she didn’t like the story.

Actually, it’s been like that since it turned into soccer.

“Which is more important to you, oppa [older brother/male friend]? Soccer? Or me?”

Where have I heard that before?

Did you already learn this?

Just like work and love are difficult problems in a relationship, Seung-joon’s expression became serious.

Soccer and love.

What should I choose?

But Seung-joon, this is just a story.

It’s back to romance again.

“That’s it!”

Seung-joon confidently drew a picture.

Of course, the choice is his girlfriend, right?

“Asking this kind of question means you don’t know my love for soccer. So I’m going to play a full 90 minutes again!”

When you’re worried about soccer and your lover, think about whether you’re not playing enough full-time soccer.

Hey! Isn’t a girlfriend who lets you play a full 90 minutes an angel?

This time, Hana was also upset.

“Oh, oppa! The story is getting weird!”

“Hahaha! It’s fun!”

“Huh? Are you still doing soccer?”

Siha was also embarrassed that the final conclusion was still soccer.

There’s nothing I can do about it. Seung-joon grabbed the last pen.

“There’s still space on the left!”

Seung-joon tapped the empty part.

There was still room to draw.

He says he can fix it.

But the last one is Seung-joon.

“Oppa. If you keep making it weird, I won’t let you get away with it!”

“Okay. Okay. Siha. But isn’t it okay?”

“Siha is busy. Draw next.”

Siha avoided answering.

I wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, but he was actually drawing, so I was confused.

He must have been too busy to answer, right?

Swish. Swish.

“Massage.”

Pepe massaged his girlfriend’s legs.

He must be doing that because she’s tired.

I wrote next to it, “He massaged his girlfriend’s legs because she might be tired.”

As expected of Siha. He’s full of consideration.

Hana nodded, satisfied with that part.

“Hana’s turn!”

Hana glanced at Seung-joon.

She’s worried about how he’ll draw it in the end.

I sympathize with that feeling.

The drawn picture was a steak on a plate. There was a fork and knife next to it.

“I was hungry after exercising, so I ate food. Next is oppa!”

“Yes! It’s the end!”

Seung-joon drew quickly and confidently.

He drew Peng-soon’s ears and Pepe was saying something next to her.

“Now stop waking up from your dream!”

“Oppa!”

“Why? Puhaha [onomatopoeia for laughter].”

I can’t believe it was a dream ending.

I wrote at the bottom as a conclusion, “Peng-soon woke up from her dream.”

I’m glad he didn’t actually play a full 90 minutes twice with his girlfriend.

Seung-joon’s mom said next to me.

“Then we should write the title as Peng-soon’s Nightmare.”

Hana made a disappointed expression, saying ‘Heung [disappointed noise]’.

“The story Hana thought of wasn’t like this.”

“Puhaha.”

Well, that’s how relay picture stories are.

Isn’t it the rule that this kind of thing goes off the rails?

There’s always someone who writes something weird in the middle.

***

After seeing the collaborative novel hanging, we headed to the VR exhibition hall.

Seung-joon and Hana had already been there, so we decided to just take a quick look at Siha’s painting.

“Siha. Are you excited? To see how your painting will be displayed.”

“Ah!”

The art museum would have taken care of the production, and it would be fun to see that.

Interpreting the artist’s intention and decorating the exhibition accordingly.

Of course, they may not pay that much attention to the children, but they will decorate it plausibly.

This will be a good experience for the children.

They said they would make it into a recording.

“But there are a lot of well-drawn ones.”

In particular, the broken snowman stood out.

Maybe it was more engraved in my mind because of what happened yesterday.

“Hyung. Siha hates that.”

“Puhup [suppressed laughter]. Hyung also hates it.”

Seung-joon and Hana next to me put their mouths together and said.

“Me too! Me too! I’ve been like that since I saw it earlier.”

“Hana thought of the snowman being broken.”

It seems that the incident became a trauma for the children.

After a while, Siha’s painting was seen.

[Title: Santa Claus to Children.]

Seung-joon’s mom covered her mouth, saying ‘Oh my’.

“Si-hyuk. Did Siha really draw this well? Did Siha really do this?”

“Yes. He did it.”

“How could he draw so well? Do you know that people stay here the longest to look at it?”

“Hahaha.”

The red energy of the bonfire in Santa’s eyes was enlarged.

At the same time, the bonfire next to it slightly brushed the camera, continuing the warmth.

Then, the hand with the letter was shown, and indeed…….

Finally, the video was repeated, capturing the full shot once again.

“But hyung. What is LSH?”

“It’s a secret.”

What else could it be? It’s Siha and my initials.

I was quite embarrassed to tell the truth, so I answered that way.

Maybe Siha wanted to write the contents of the letter Santa wrote to him.

But since he didn’t know Korean or English, he just plastered the English initials he knew.

Of course, Siha’s intention might have been different.

Other people started to infer something.

“I think that’s it. Since they’re children, they just took the first letter of each easy word, right?”

“Hey. Children?”

“Why are you doing this? These days, even young children go to English kindergartens and do so well.”

“That’s true. I don’t think we had that when we were young.”

“I think this is it. LSH. L is Listen. S is Share. H is Heart.”

“Hoo [exclamation of understanding].”

“Listen to the children’s words, share them in letters, and send your heart. Santa Claus to the children.”

“Sounds plausible?”

“Hehe [giggle]. It’s a connection of easy words.”

It’s not that, it’s just initials.

Baek Dong-hwan next to me pricked up his ears and listened, then said in a low voice.

“Is that really the case? Well, hyung is an interpreter, so he must have naturally let Siha hear a lot of English, right?”

“It’s a secret.”

I said it with a mysterious air.

It would have been less awkward if I had said it from the beginning, but hearing those words made me close my mouth even more.

Let’s just not say it.

“Siha is a genius.”

“Y-yeah.”

I scratched my cheek.

I didn’t have that intention at all.

Those people are talking nonsense.

Well, it’s a part that can be mistaken because the age is not accurate.

At that time, I saw a child staring blankly at the display in front of me.

“Even that meaning…. Was he really an international student?”

What international student? Why is the story jumping there?

Let’s get out of the art museum for now.

I’ve seen enough now.

***

Before leaving the art museum, I asked the staff if I could receive the video.

Of course, they said yes since I was the original owner, so I thanked them.

I felt good because they said they would send it by email.

I’m glad I can get one of Siha’s memories like this.

Anyway, I don’t know how that file will be stored or if it will disappear.

They didn’t say they would return it to the many children.

But I thought that the art museum would send an official letter asking them to inquire by email.

I don’t know if most people will visit.

“Siha. The picture Siha drew earlier, they said they would send it by email.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. They said you can upload it to Pixiv [online art community] and show it off? Ah! They said the background provider is Chris the artist.”

“Chris? English!”

“Puhup. Yeah. It’s English. It’s English.”

Siha reached out to me.

What is that sign?

“Hyung. Siha wants a piggyback ride.”

“Siha. Did you go into hyung’s heart and come back?”

“Siha doesn’t know.”

“No. I don’t think you know? How about getting a piggyback ride from Dong-hwan next to you?”

“No. I don’t want a piggyback ride from Baekdong hyung.”

Baek Dong-hwan said next to me.

“No. I want to give you a piggyback ride?”

“No. I don’t like Baekdong’s muscles.”

“Does he know my muscles’ hearts too?”

“He secretly told Siha.”

“Don’t lie.”

“It’s true. Baekdong hyung’s muscles.”

Siha pretended to show his biceps with one arm.

“The muscles said. Heavy. Tired.”

“Sounds plausible?”

“If Siha rides, heavy. Tired.”

I chuckled at Siha’s words.

“Then hyung’s muscles don’t say anything? That Siha is heavy.”

“No. Hyung’s muscles like Siha.”

“Why?”

“Because hyung likes Siha?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Get on my back.”

“Ah!”

We’re almost home, why are you getting on my back now?

Or do you just want to be carried on my back?

Anyway, he speaks so well these days that he’s so cute.

“Hyung. Home is right in front of us now?”

“I know that. You idiot.”

“Baekdong hyung. Idiot.”

Baek Dong-hwan had an unfair expression.

But he soon brightened his face.

“Haha! Still, I’m happy to receive the doll.”

“Baekdong hyung. Siha gave you a Christmas present.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“Siha received a scarf.”

Siha shook his scarf.

I think the after-Christmas period is over now.

“Siha.”

“Huh?”

“Was today fun?”

“Fun!”

“Hyung had fun too.”

I went to many places I hadn’t been to before while spending time with Siha today.

That’s why it was even better.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Should I upload Siha’s picture?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

I have to make it clear this time that there’s no special meaning.