Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 263

Being so close naturally leads to more friction.

If that’s true for objects, it’s no different for people.

In fact, you could say what was inevitable has simply occurred.

The twins are a prime example.

Being so close, clashes were bound to happen, but they always knew how to respect and care for each other.

However, with the difference in gender and Yeon-ju entering the picture, they’ve become a bit estranged.

They used to be like magnets with the north and south poles perfectly aligned, maintaining balance. Now they’re separated, and the friction is obvious.

“Oppa!”

“Ah, what is it!”

Seung-jun scratched his stomach.

Hana didn’t like the way he was sprawled out.

“I told you to clean up the toys! I put half of them here!”

“Ah, I’ll clean them up later.”

“When! You always say that. I’m going to tell Mom.”

“Ah, that’s so unfair!”

Seung-jun reluctantly got up to clean up the toys.

It’s an everyday occurrence, but living with someone means these little things can get annoying.

He tossed the toys around.

“Hey! Oh Hana!”

“What!”

“Are you going to keep treating your *oppa* [older brother or male friend] like this?”

“What are you talking about, Oh Seung-jun?”

“You!”

Seung-jun approached Hana.

Hana turned her head away with a ‘hmph’ expression.

“Take this!”

He went behind Hana and bumped her butt.

The result of her staggering and falling was predictable.

“Ugh!”

Seung-jun had wanted to flick her forehead, but he went for her non-painful butt instead, as if being considerate because Hana was his younger sister.

It was consideration in its own way.

But Hana had no way of knowing that.

In any case, she had been attacked.

“Hahaha!”

“Oppa! Stay there!”

“I don’t want to!”

Seung-jun ran around, teasing her.

Hana tried to catch him, but she couldn’t match his athletic ability.

“Hmph! *Oppa* is really mean.”

“Hey! You called me Oh Seung-jun earlier! You only call me *oppa* when it benefits you.”

“Ugly Oh Seung-jun!”

“I’m handsome enough.”

“Si-hyuk *oppa* is handsome!”

“Huh?”

“Is *oppa* more handsome than Si-hyuk *oppa*?”

Seung-jun was silent.

Si-hyuk’s status was undeniably high in the daycare center.

A hero who was handsome and good at everything.

Many children thought he was as handsome as the transformed Red Ranger.

“Can’t say anything, can you? Can’t say anything, can you?”

“Hmph! Then you’re uglier than Su-hyun *noona* [older sister or female friend].”

“Ugh!”

“And uglier than Alisa *noona* too.”

The two of them were outstanding in appearance, so Hana had a point.

A deal exchange was taking place.

“But Hana is pretty too. They say she’ll get prettier when she grows up like the older sisters.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Why are you laughing!”

“Just because it’s funny. Soccer players don’t need to be that handsome! But singers have to be r-really pretty.”

“No, it’s not true!”

“If you watch TV, there are only pretty people! Look at the idols!”

Certainly, there was some truth to that.

Because in this world, having a good appearance is definitely an advantage.

Of course, you can’t become a celebrity just because you’re pretty.

You have to have your own charm.

But children don’t know that.

They still lack knowledge and wisdom, and their world is still small.

“Eek! Beckham is super handsome!”

“Oh!”

“That’s why he’s so popular.”

“That’s true.”

Oh Seung-jun’s eyes widened as if he didn’t expect her to bring up a handsome soccer player.

“But it’s a shame *oppa* can’t become famous for being handsome.”

“Keuheuk. No, it’s not true. I’m handsome enough……”

“*Oppa*, it’s really funny when you wash your face and look in the mirror every morning!”

“Ah, why!”

More blows landed on Seung-jun.

If there was a health bar like in a game, it would have been chipped away in chunks.

Then Seung-jun’s mom came in.

“Oh no. Are you two fighting?”

“Mom! *Oppa* started it first! He pushed Hana’s butt with his butt.”

“Mom! Hana keeps calling me Oh Seung-jun!”

Seung-jun’s mom frowned as if she was in trouble.

“Okay, let’s think about something first. You’re both pretty and handsome, right?”

Neither of them answered.

“That means you both look like Mom.”

Seung-jun asked.

“What about Dad?”

“That means you both look like Mom!”

Professor Oh Sang-hwan was skipped over.

“So, saying each other is ugly is like saying Mom is ugly too.”

“Huh?”

“Gasp!”

The twins looked at each other.

They had expressions that showed they hadn’t realized it would be such a huge deal.

“So, is Mom ugly?”

“No! Mom is pretty!”

“That’s right! Mom is really pretty!”

Seung-jun’s mom smiled contentedly.

“Then don’t say each other is ugly. Now, look at each other and what should you say?”

“Oppa. You’re handsome.”

“Okay. Thank you. My younger sister is pretty too.”

“Now, hug each other.”

The twins hugged each other.

Seung-jun’s mom breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

Anyway, because they are siblings, there is constant discord in the house.

They play well when they play, but they fight to their heart’s content when they fight.

Still, there is a bond that strengthens because there is fighting.

The two children will become more closely bonded like this.

“But don’t call me Oh Seung-jun anymore. Make sure to call me *oppa*.”

“Hmph! We have the same birthday anyway.”

So… it will be… strengthened, right?

“Are you fighting again?”

“No!”

“We’re not!”

This bickering is also everyday life.

***

It was the weekend, so I was lying down leisurely.

I wanted to sleep more today, but Si-ha slapped me to wake me up, so I had no choice but to open my eyes groggily.

“Hello. Si-ha. Did you sleep well?”

“Hyung. Si-ha sleep well. Woke up and woke up *hyung* [older brother or male friend].”

“I know that too.”

“Did *hyung* sleep well too?”

“I think I would have slept well if I had slept a little more. Zzzzz-”

I covered myself with the blanket up to my head and lay down.

“No! Hyung. Wake up! Wake up!”

“I want to sleep a little more.”

“Hyung. Sun says wake up. Come outside.”

“The sun isn’t really talking.”

“Even if it doesn’t talk, come here. I’ll give you a discount~ it said.”

“What is that.”

What on earth is the sun trying to sell?

Is it going to lure me in to play and make me a roast?

Or maybe it’s going to sell sunspots.

‘This is my spot, but it would be perfect as a beauty mark. How about it? I’ll give you a discount.’

Maybe that’s it.

I start to imagine strange things at Si-ha’s words.

“But that’s strange? How does it do that if it doesn’t talk? What did the sun do?”

I lowered the blanket slightly and peeked out with my eyes.

Si-ha got up and drew a circle with his finger.

“Like this.”

Isn’t that a sign to ask for more money?

“I’m not buying~ I’m going to sleep~ Zzzzz~”

“No! Wake up! Wake up!”

Slap, slap.

He pats my chest.

“Hyung. Si-ha is hungry.”

Ah, that’s unfair. I have no choice but to get up.

I jumped up.

“Uwaaa!”

“Ah! Hyung!”

I lifted Si-ha up.

Heavy.

I need to exercise more. I won’t be able to lift him like this later.

“Shall we wash up?”

“Washy washy. Splash splash.”

“Okay. Let’s splash splash.”

I went into the bathroom to wash up and then prepared breakfast.

Si-ha stared at me intently.

“Si-ha is watching TV.”

“No. Si-ha is cooking.”

“Huh? No. It’s dangerous, so let’s stay over there.”

“Si-ha is all grown up. I’m four years old. Four years old. Not three years old anymore.”

What is it about being four years old that makes you all grown up?

Is there a four-year-old certificate that I don’t know about?

“Still, it’s still dangerous.”

“No.”

What is this? He’s getting a bit stubborn.

Could… could this be the prelude to a sibling fight?

I was wondering what to do when Si-ha said.

“Si-ha. Need to help *hyung*. All grown up.”

“Umm.”

What fight? It’s all an act of thinking about his *hyung*.

It’s not that he wants to cook out of curiosity.

Then it would be right to let him help even a little.

“Why do you want to help *hyung* cook?”

“Hyung works a lot, so he’s sleepy in the morning. Si-ha helps *hyung*.”

“I see.”

It must be that Si-ha is helping because I’m tired.

Of course, I’m not tired from making breakfast. It’s just that I’m tired in the morning because I work a bit at night.

Si-ha’s heart was pretty.

“Okay. Then I’ll give Si-ha an important mission. It’s to crack these eggs and put them in a bowl. Can you do it?”

“Si-ha is good at it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I gave him two baskets.

One for putting the shells in and one for putting the contents in.

“Okay, you really have to do well?”

“Okay.”

“This will become our dumpling soup later.”

“Really? This becomes dumplings?”

Si-ha looked at me as if it was a huge revelation.

“It’s not that it becomes dumplings, but it’s because we’re going to put dumplings and eggs in it. You saw me putting eggs in ramen, right?”

“Ah!”

Si-ha nodded as if he understood.

He’s doing a good job because he’s cracked eggs before.

He’s kind of skilled.

As expected, 4 years old is a bit different.

I seem to be getting infected by Si-ha too.

“Hyung. I’m all done!”

“Really?”

“Okay.”

When I looked inside, I could see a few eggshells.

I quickly took them out with chopsticks and then had Si-ha stir the eggs.

In the meantime, I quickly put the pre-made broth in a pot and turned on the heat.

Tada dada dak.

“Hyung. I’m all done.”

“Okay. Then shall we chop the green onions?”

“Green onions?”

“Yeah. Do you want to chop them, Si-ha?”

“I want to.”

Si-ha jumped up and went into the room.

No. Where are you suddenly going?

I could hear him rummaging around inside, and then he came out of the room.

“Hyung. This.”

What Si-ha was holding was a toy sword I bought him last year.

Was he going to chop the green onions with that?

Did he think that like in cartoons, if you throw the green onions over your head and cross them, they’ll all be chopped?

Eh. No way. I don’t think so.

“I had something prepared just in case. I didn’t know I would use it now, but.”

I took out a plastic knife from the drawer.

Si-ha won’t hurt his hands with this, right? Let’s watch him just in case.

“Hold your hand like this and cut with the knife. Cut it wide and wide. Knives are dangerous.”

“Si-ha knows.”

“Okay.”

Si-ha chopped the green onions diligently.

I watched him and whisked the eggs.

He’s doing well safely.

“Hyung. I’m all done.”

“Okay. Let’s put that in too.”

Boil, boil.

The dumpling soup was completed.

We took out the side dishes and ate.

“Si-ha. It’s hot, so blow on it and eat it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He blows on it and puts it in his mouth.

“Ah, hot.”

He spits it out again.

“It’s really hot, right?”

“Hyung. Hot.”

“I think the broth is very hot. Cut it in half like this and blow on it a lot before eating.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.”

I should have told him sooner.

“Hyung. Blew on it.”

“Yeah?”

“This.”

“Yeah. It must be all cooled down now.”

“Hyung. Give it?”

“No. It’s okay.”

“This!”

Isn’t that what you spit out?

“I saw it go into Si-ha’s mouth.”

“How did you know?”

Si-ha puts it in his mouth while saying that.

Chew, chew.

He also knows how to joke with his *hyung*. He’s all grown up.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Have *hyung* and Si-ha ever fought?”

“Huh? No. Why?”

“Seung-jun, Hana fight a lot.”

“Do they fight a lot these days?”

“Okay.”

Si-ha nodded.

Hmm. Well, they’re the same age and they’re bound to clash. They also like different things.

But I don’t have that with Si-ha. What would I do fighting with a child who is 20 years younger than me?

There’s no way that would happen.

“Si-ha is smart, so he would remember if he had ever fought with *hyung*. Why? Shall we fight?”

“No. Si-ha loses.”

“Pfft.”

“No. Hyung will lose?”

“Why?”

“Because Si-ha is too cute, so I don’t want to fight.”

“Si-ha likes *hyung* too, so I don’t fight.”

“Then. Then. But if we ever fight, let’s make sure to apologize. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And get along well with Seung-jun and Hana. Even if they fight, tell them to make up.”

“Make up what?”

Okay. That’s where we start.

“It’s like saying let’s love each other~. Let’s not fight and get along. That’s what making up means.”

Si-ha ate while listening to me.

But I don’t know if they will really make up by doing this.

“If this doesn’t work.”

“Okay.”

“If they ask you to take someone’s side……”

“Si-ha knows.”

“Oh! Si-ha knows?”

“Si-ha is good at it.”

“What are you good at?”

Si-ha opened his mouth.