Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 329

“Hyung, aren’t I cute?” Episode 329

The daycare kids greeted the morning.

Siha opened his eyes.

“Huh?”

He wondered why Pepe’s face was plastered on his stomach.

He was sure he had gone to the corner and nestled into Pepe’s face to sleep, so it was strange that he had been moved here.

“A dream?”

He concluded that sleeping inside Pepe’s head was a dream and lifted the mask with his hand.

Swoosh.

It lifted easily, and he sat up.

“Siha, are you awake?”

Seungjun rubbed his eyes and greeted him.

Siha also brought Pepe’s face forward, saying, ‘Seungjun, did you sleep well?’

“Wah!”

Suddenly hit by Pepe’s face, Seungjun rolled over Hana and Yeonju.

“Ugh.”

“Aah!”

Seungjun inadvertently became the morning alarm.

Hana, disturbed from her sleep, got angry as soon as she woke up.

“Oppa [older brother, a common term used by girls to address older male siblings or close male friends], what are you doing from the morning? I’m telling Mom everything.”

“I woke you up early, so I won’t get in trouble. And Mom’s not here.”

“Ah…….”

Hana then realized that this was daycare.

She usually woke up to her brother’s pranks, so she thought she was at home.

“Oppa, we shouldn’t do this even more because it’s not home! Yeonju got hit by you too.”

“Huh? Yeonju, I’m sorry.”

Yeonju groggily woke up and looked at Seungjun.

Grasping her pillow with an emotionless gaze, she threw it.

Thwack.

Seungjun, with good reflexes, raised his arm to block it.

Yeonju quietly made a ‘Tch’ sound, and Seungjun lowered his arm again.

Perhaps because of the commotion, the children slowly opened their eyes.

“Seungjun.”

“Yeah?”

Siha shook his head as if to say he shouldn’t do that.

“When you wake up in the morning, you have to ‘Eupu Eupu’.”

The teacher looked at Siha, who was speaking confidently.

It seemed he wasn’t talking about rolling around but about what to do upon waking up.

*Is this the right time to say that in this situation? Well, it’s not wrong, but.*

“That’s right. We have to wash our faces!”

Seungjun nodded.

As Siha started to wash up, the twins and Yeonju followed.

Naturally, the matter ended.

Perhaps ‘Eupu Eupu’ was the answer.

“You have to ‘Eupu Eupu’ like this. Eupu Eupu. Eupu Eupu.”

“Like this? Eupu Eupu. Eupu Eupu.”

The four children washed their faces one by one.

But I don’t know why they make the ‘Eupu Eupu’ sound while washing.

Siha, with his top slightly damp, looked at the teacher with a proud expression.

“Teacher, Siha all washed.”

“Yes, Siha. You just splashed water.”

“Huh?”

Manly man Lee Siha. A man who doesn’t know things like cleansing foam. *Well, is that it?*

The pajama party also involves washing in the morning.

***

After finishing breakfast, they proceed with the morning schedule.

Since the parents don’t have to take care of the children in the morning, they are probably enjoying a more relaxed routine than expected.

Still, they must be thinking about their kids.

Anyway, the teacher thought a lot about this morning schedule.

She wondered what to do with the children who were experiencing independence.

So, after much thought, she decided on water play.

Specifically, washing the blankets together.

“Everyone, it’s time to wash the blankets! We need your help to do the laundry!”

The teacher showed three large basins outside the window.

Eight children lined up to look out the window.

She thought the sight was very cute.

The basins had water in them, and small bubbles formed as if detergent had been added.

“Okay. Let’s have fun doing laundry. Please open the zippers on these pillow covers and put them in the laundry net.”

“Yes!”

The children listened to the teacher and went outside.

The teacher showed them how to do it first.

She put the blanket in and put on rubber boots. Then, she stomped on it with her feet.

The children also put on rubber boots and stepped inside, following the teacher.

“Teacher, will the blanket become clean if we do this?”

“Yes. Maybe?”

“Huh?”

Normally, they would just put the blankets in the washing machine.

They don’t usually wash them with their feet like this.

In the first place, there was no need for the director and her to struggle to step on the children’s eight blankets.

The children’s blankets weren’t that bulky either.

“Ah! Siha, a lot of bubbles are coming out! It’s getting clean!”

“Clean!”

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

The children were having fun stomping, perhaps because it was water.

The teacher smiled.

She had been planning this all along. Doing this kind of labor from the morning can take a lot of energy out of the children.

And they eat lunch deliciously. They sleep well too. It’s a perfect plan.

“Get clean! Get clean!”

The children cheerfully sing to get clean.

I don’t know where the melody came from, but the children’s chattering voices sound good.

Seungjun’s eyes lit up.

Me, Oh Seungjun. A man who rejects normal songs.

A man who stakes his life on rewriting lyrics.

“Do the blanket laundry quickly!”

“Put a straw in and do the laundry!”

I couldn’t understand why they would put a straw in and do the laundry, but I could tell they were really excited.

But the children follow Seungjun’s lyrics and sing.

“Blanket laundry. Do it quickly!”

“Put a straw in. Do the laundry!”

Seungjun made a labor song.

He stomps his feet diligently.

“The blankets are scrubbing 때 (ddae, grime) [때 (ddae) means grime or dirt].”

“If 때 (ddae, grime) [때 (ddae) means grime or dirt] comes out, it’s dirty!”

“We all have 때 (ddae, grime) [때 (ddae) means grime or dirt] coming out.”

“If 때 (ddae, grime) [때 (ddae) means grime or dirt] comes out, it’s dirty!”

Something… something was being born.

They sing enthusiastically as if watching a musical.

Siha continued with the next verse.

“Hyung’s [older brother, a common term used by boys to address older male siblings or close male friends] hands are scrubbing 때 (ddae, grime) [때 (ddae) means grime or dirt].”

“Hyung’s [older brother, a common term used by boys to address older male siblings or close male friends] feet are also scrubbing 때 (ddae, grime) [때 (ddae) means grime or dirt].”

I don’t know why Hyung [older brother, a common term used by boys to address older male siblings or close male friends] is coming out, but it feels more like a bathhouse than something about laundry.

Eunwoo received the baton next.

It instantly turns into a freestyle rap.

“Hyungnim [honorific term for older brother] also did laundry and got rinsed.”

“The mice also became white mice and did laundry.”

“We are black! black! If we do laundry, white! white!”

“The block! block! in front, jump over and fight! fight!”

Next, Yeonju sang.

“Laundry~ Laundry~ Let’s Laundry~!”

“Laundry~ Laundry~ Let’s Laundry~!”

Then the children squawked out the songs they wanted to sing.

Discord is mixed in.

Melodies that don’t match at all mix together to create noise, but the notes within bounce and draw joy.

What is unpleasant noise to someone becomes a more fun sound than any other song to children.

They don’t listen with their ears. They don’t sing with their mouths.

They just listen with their hearts and sing with their hearts.

Perhaps children are in touch with the essential aspects.

The teacher quietly thinks about that.

“Now we’re going to rinse!”

The long-awaited time has come.

They drain the water and rinse it diligently with new water.

They have to step on it here too.

After doing that several times, the bubbles are gone, and only clean water remains.

Seungjun, feeling playful, splashes water on Jongsu in the next basin.

Splash!

“Ah! Hey!”

“Ahaha! You’re a fool. A fool.”

“You! Really!”

Jongsu also pretends to retaliate and splashes water on Siha.

The playfulness spreads like an epidemic.

Splash!

“Huh? It’s raining! I have to bring an umbrella. Umbrella.”

“I splashed it! It’s not rain, it’s an attack.”

“Jongsu also makes rain? Amazing!”

“No! You have to fight back too.”

“Siha can’t make rain.”

“Then keep getting hit!”

Splash. Splash.

Jongsu kept splashing water on Siha.

Siha spread his arms wide and enjoyed the stream of water. He felt so refreshed and good.

“Ugh.”

Jongsu felt something was strange.

Why? I feel like I’m helping Siha? I feel like I’m making Siha like it more?!

“Jongsu, turn Siha around. Make rain.”

Siha turned around and got hit by the water.

Jongsu was then convinced that this was wrong.

Why am I doing what Siha says?

It was as if a servant was diligently following the orders of his master.

In fact, it was an attack, but because Siha’s attitude was different, a strange situation arose.

“So refreshing~!”

“Hey Lee Siha! You have to fight too.”

“Siha had a pillow fight yesterday, so today is his day off.”

“Tsk.”

Jongsu felt like he had been had again today.

What? Why do I feel like I’m the only one losing? If I had known this would happen, I would have splashed Seungjun instead.

Thinking it wasn’t too late, Jongsu splashed Seungjun.

Splash.

“Oh. Jongsu. I’ll deal with you later.”

“What?!”

Seungjun started splashing water on Hana for a long time.

Splash. Splash.

“Ah! Oppa! Really!”

Hana couldn’t lose either, so she started to retaliate.

Splash. Splash.

A beautiful sight of each other splashing water.

Jaehwi and Yeonju also splashed each other like Hana and Seungjun, but the two were a little different.

“Jaehwi, take this!”

“Ugh~ Yeonju, it’s too cold~”

It felt like a sweet couple.

In that, only Siha, as if he had nothing to do with it, spread his arms and looked for Jongsu.

“Jongsu, all done?”

“Hey! Am I the one who rinses your body!”

“Shall Siha splash you then?”

Siha, who was turning around, splashed water.

Splash.

It hit Jongsu’s face right away. Soaked, his hair stuck to his forehead.

“Jongsu, you have to ‘Eupu Eupu’.”

“Lee Siha…. You…. Take this!”

“Huh?”

Splash. Thinking that he could fight Siha now, he splashes water.

But Lee Siha is a pacifist.

He spreads his arms and takes the water as it is.

“So refreshing!”

“Hey! You splash too!”

Unlike the children playing in the water, Yundong silently does his own thing.

He is just rinsing the blankets.

Stomp. Stomp.

“Yundong, you lie down here too.”

Eunwoo is expressing his freedom to the fullest.

He tilted his head back to the sky as if he were in a bathhouse and soaked his body.

His pajamas are already wet.

“Your clothes will get all wet.”

“Puhaha. He says his clothes will get all wet!”

“???”

“There are clothes to wear anyway. The pajamas can be dried. So don’t stop me. Puhaha! Don’t stop me. Puhaha! Then I’ll be wet! I’m Swet. I’m Swag!”

“…….”

The teacher smiled as she watched the scene.

She knew it would turn into water play like this.

So she didn’t change their pajamas.

Today, not only the blankets but also the children’s clothes will have to be dried in this blue sky.

***

Fluttering.

The blankets are hung on the clothesline and are facing the wind.

The pillowcases are also hung together, signaling that the laundry has been successfully completed.

The children ate lunch and passed out.

They must be falling asleep because they had a fun morning.

But even that nap is only 30 minutes long.

The children’s recovery power is enormous.

Still, the teacher had one activity left to do in the afternoon.

“Safety first. Safety second. You know that, right?”

“Of course. The director is so worried.”

“If you take several children out, you can’t take your eyes off them.”

“We’ll be walking around inside the university, so don’t worry too much.”

“There are eight of them for the two of you, so you have to keep your eyes open.”

“I got it.”

There is a reason why I enjoyed doing laundry with the children today.

That’s what experience is.

It enriches life, sometimes evokes empathy, and perhaps marvels at some kind of metaphor.

“It’s almost time for the kids to wake up.”

The children wake up groggily.

The blankets were all washed, but they slept on a few spare mattresses that could be laid underneath.

As summer approaches, there is no need to cover themselves with blankets.

A cool breeze was blowing, so the weather was nice today.

“Everyone, are you all awake?”

“Yes!”

“Then today is the last activity. It’s something you can all enjoy.”

“???”

The children looked at the teacher with curious eyes.

Seungjun asked.

“What is it?”

“It’s a musical! A musical where you sing and act! It’s different from a play. Do you know what the title is?”

“I don’t know!”

“It’s ‘Laundry’!”

“!!!”

Siha jumped up.

“Siha is good at straws!”

Siha, it’s laundry, not straws.