Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 304

“Hyung, aren’t I cute?” Chapter 304

I thoroughly enjoyed the heat in the sauna.

Coming outside, the kids were happy, saying it was cool.

“Hyung. Cooool.”

“We sweated a lot, so shall we go somewhere really cool now?”

“Where?”

“It’s a place called the Ice Room.”

Ice Room!

It’s too cold to stay for long, but it’s not bad for a short visit.

Holding Siha’s hand, I saw an igloo.

It wasn’t real snow, but a model that gave off the Ice Room vibe.

“Siha, this is an igloo, a house made of snow.”

“Ah?”

Siha touched the igloo and knocked on it.

“Not snow.”

“Yeah. It’s supposed to be made of snow, but here they just made the shape the same. Shall we go inside?”

Seungjun’s eyes lit up, and he said, ‘Me first!’ and went inside.

Hana and Siha followed, and the kids looked around because it was so cool.

“Hyung, snow is here!”

Perhaps because it was the Ice Room, there was real hard snow on the wall.

The kids were excited because it was cool, looking around here and there.

After having enough time.

“Shall we go out now? Aren’t you cold?”

“Hyung. I’m cold, so I need to be with Siha~!”

“Huh? We can just go out?”

“No.”

Siha stood up from the chair and plopped down on me.

Seungjun and Hana saw that and came to hug me from both sides.

“Sihyuk hyung. It’s getting warm!”

“Sihyuk oppa. Is it warm?”

“Yeah. It’s gotten really warm.”

But kids, we can just go out. Do we really have to experience the Antarctic here?

And that professor sitting over there is glaring at us. Hana, let’s get off now.

“Hehehe. Honey, I’m a little cold.”

“Huh? Huh?”

“My shoulders are cold, I wish someone would cover me~”

“Ahem.”

Baek Donghwan next to her had his arms crossed.

“Hyungnim, I’m cold.”

Seeing the huge bear shivering made me laugh.

I looked at Siha.

“Let’s really go out now.”

“No!”

“There’s something amazing outside that we haven’t tried yet.”

“!!!”

Curious, we went outside.

Every time we go through a course, families move together, so it feels like a large crowd is moving.

“This is where the massage machines are.”

“Massage?”

“Yeah. You can lie on that chair or just get a foot massage.”

“!!!”

The professor had already started getting a massage, lying on a chair with Seungjun’s mom.

Hana, who followed next to them, was also lying down.

Siha and I also lay down next to them, wanting to try it together.

So many massage machines in a row.

“Ugh.”

I could feel the hard machine moving on my back.

“It’s refreshing.”

“Ah, it’s refweshing~”

Siha also said it was refreshing, following me from the side.

“Siha isn’t old enough to feel refreshed yet?”

“No. It’s refweshing.”

After feeling the undulation for a while, I got up from my seat.

I’m getting sleepy.

“Snore~”

“Huh?”

“Hyung. Mister sleeping.”

“That’s right.”

A guest on one side was asleep.

To be able to sleep while getting a massage like that. What an amazing person.

Siha was curious about that and whispered to me.

“Hyung. Weally sleeping?”

“I guess so?”

“Breathe? Check nose?”

“That’s a bit much.”

“Siha know. Finger touch.”

“Knowing isn’t the important thing……”

Of course, you can check if they’re breathing with your finger, but…….

Hearing those words reminds me of when Siha was a newborn.

He was always sleeping without moving, so I wondered if he was alive and put my index finger to his nose.

“Ahem. Now that my body is refreshed, there’s something very important to do.”

“What?”

“That’s eating delicious food.”

“!!!”

***

When it comes to jjimjilbang [Korean bathhouse], you have to eat sikhye [sweet rice beverage] and boiled eggs.

It seems like there’s a restaurant inside, but I wanted to eat this first.

We sat around in a noisy place and sipped sikhye.

“Hyung. Delicious!”

“It’s delicious, right? And you eat eggs with it.”

“Ah!”

As I was about to grab an egg, Professor Oh Sanghwan stopped me.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“It’s no fun if you just eat it!”

“But it is fun?”

“No! Siha will be looking forward to it too. That’s right, a game!”

Baek Donghwan next to him nodded diligently.

Do we have to play a game even after coming all the way here? How much do you like games?

“So, what kind of game is it?”

“Actually, there are raw eggs here as well as boiled eggs.”

“Wow……”

He must have bought not only boiled eggs but also raw eggs.

The basket is unusual.

“Hyung. What’s a raw egg?”

“Ah. You know when you make fried eggs, there’s something that comes out like water? That’s a raw egg. Boiled eggs are peeled and eaten. You know that, right?”

“Siha know!”

He ate boiled eggs before, so he’ll know.

Anyway, I can’t just eat boiled eggs.

“What happens if you pick a raw egg?”

“Go sing on that stage over there.”

“Ew! That’s totally a penalty……”

I don’t know if they have singing contests sometimes, but there was a stage with steps that you could climb.

There were quite a few people, but it was strange that no one went up there.

It wasn’t a big stage either.

“Then let’s start!”

The kids also got excited.

There’s only one raw egg among those many eggs.

The person who picks first might be at an advantage. At least probabilistically.

“Who wants to go first?”

“Me! Me!”

Seungjun grabbed one first and tapped it on his head.

“It hurts!”

Did I hear a head-breaking sound rather than an egg-breaking sound? Is that a rock instead of a boiled egg?

“Seungjun. It’s not broken?”

“Huh? Why isn’t it breaking? One more time.”

He tapped his head again, and it finally broke.

“Done!”

“Next, Hana will do it~”

Hana also grabbed one and succeeded.

From then on, it was instantaneous.

Seungjun’s mom also easily got out. Baek Donghwan too.

Now the remaining people are the professor, me, and Siha.

There are 5 eggs.

“Professor, how many raw eggs are there?”

“I only put in two.”

“Ew.”

A 60 percent chance.

I swallowed hard.

“Hyung. Siha do too.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed one and tapped it on my head.

“Ouch!”

I guess Siha succeeded too.

As expected of the golden hand, Lee Siha. It’s a probability of picking a raw egg, but he avoids it.

“Hyung. Achy.”

“Yeah. Shall we break it on the floor?”

“No. Bweak on head.”

“Huh?”

“Do it hard.”

“Ah.”

Tap! Huh? It does hurt.

“Hyung okay?”

“Is it broken?”

“No.”

I had no choice but to peel the boiled egg by dropping it on the floor.

Siha took small bites and sipped sikhye.

His eyes widen.

“Hyung. Delicious!”

“Pfft. I told you it’s delicious when hyung eats with you, right?”

Delicious isn’t the problem.

There are 4 eggs left. A 50 percent chance.

“Professor, would you like to go first?”

“Hehehe. You go first.”

“No. There’s an order for elders.”

“Hehehe. Who cares about that these days.”

I had no choice but to decide with rock-paper-scissors, and I had to pick first.

I grabbed an egg. I had a bad feeling.

Yeah. I was sure I grabbed a raw egg.

I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside.

I had no choice but to tap it on my head.

“Hyung!”

Siha jumped in surprise.

Because the egg white was dripping down my head.

It’s a relief I broke it on the towel.

Other people were happy that I got caught.

“Puhaha. Sihyuk hyung is the winner!”

“Sihyuk oppa, are you going to sing?!”

“Oh my.”

“Uhaha. Hyungnim, I look forward to it.”

“Yes! This probability is okay!”

The professor was excited and picked one.

But it didn’t take long for his expression to turn sour.

“Professor, you won, right? Hurry up and break it on your head.”

The professor had a bad hand.

***

I don’t know how many times people will be on stage, but it seems like it’s my first time since the theater audition.

The situation was more embarrassing than that time.

Suddenly, while resting, someone is standing on stage and singing.

“Isn’t this a nuisance?”

“Isn’t it noisy here like this?”

“That’s true.”

I agree with Professor Oh Sanghwan’s words.

But shouldn’t I agree with him as someone who’s getting punished together?

“It can’t be helped. It’s a penalty for losing the game. You can’t take back the penalty.”

It’s like he’s serious about the game, so the penalty is an extension of the game.

Damn it. Why do you like games so much!

Professor, are you under extreme stress these days?!

“Hyung. Fighting!”

“Okay.”

“Dad, fighting!”

“Dad, do well!”

“Thank you.”

I tried to give the professor the elder’s privilege of going second, but as expected, he came back saying there’s no such thing.

The order was decided by the traditional game of rock-paper-scissors.

I lost. I had to go on stage first.

Step by step.

When I went on stage, other people stared at me.

That’s because it was being treated as a sacred space that no one comes up to.

Ah, suddenly it’s too embarrassing to lift my face.

Yeah! Let’s think of this place as a translation venue. I have to give a lecture in front of many people.

Isn’t it much less than the people at the game competition?

“Hoo.”

Everyone will forget if I sing only one verse and come down.

There are no intros or interludes, so about 1 minute will be enough.

It could be less than that.

“Hyung. Siha want frog song!”

“Huh? Uh, okay.”

The song came out.

No! Singing a children’s song on this stage is too much!

But it might be good because it ends quickly?

Let’s do it quickly and finish it!

“In the well~! There’s a frog!”

Siha, happy that his request was answered, jumped onto the stage and sang the next verse.

“Plop plop jumps!”

“The hind legs are stretched out! The tongue is stretched out!”

“Hop hop! Came out of the well!”

Everyone looks at the singing.

“Well well. Well well. Well well. The frog!”

But the advantage of this jjimjilbang is that there are many kids.

It seemed like they came as families.

The parents clapped and matched the four beats, and the children started singing along.

The embarrassment is lessened.

As expected, Korea has a developed group singing culture from a young age!

“The hind legs are stretched out! The tongue is stretched out!”

“Hop hop! Came out of the well!”

It’s over.

When I actually did it, everyone sang along and liked it, so it was less embarrassing.

Siha came up and sang with me, so I survived.

“Siha. Thank you.”

“Hyung. Singing fun.”

“Pfft. Yeah.”

I went down the stage.

But it’s just coming down one step.

But the professor’s face above was full of tension.

Ah, do I have to sing after this?

Why didn’t I do it first? It’s better to get hit first?

Well, isn’t that what you’re thinking?

“Ahem.”

Next, the professor came out.

Huh? Huh? It looks like it’ll be more embarrassing than me? What is he going to sing?

The professor swallowed hard and started singing.

“Oh my! Oh my! Don’t do this~”

Really, let’s not do this…….

I ended up feeling like I was getting punished for listening.

***

On the third day of camping, we ate breakfast roughly and then cleaned up again.

It was very fun and good, but since it was the last day, I didn’t want to do camping that required so much setting up.

Honestly, it’s a bit annoying.

“Hyungnim! Can’t you feel the camping vibe? Cleaning up is also fun.”

“Ah, is that so?”

I wasn’t.

“Hyung. Fun.”

“Siha, is cleaning up fun?”

“No. Fun with hyung.”

“Ah, is that so?”

Anyway, it’s okay if Siha is having fun.

Still, we ate all the ingredients and everything, so the luggage became lighter.

But it wasn’t like there was less luggage.

“Okay, let’s go home.”

We said goodbye to Seungjun’s family and headed home by car.

After arriving home, I only organized my luggage and edited Siha’s paintings.

This recording required me to combine and split the paintings and put them together like a puzzle.

I added subtitles and uploaded it to YouTube as is.