Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 334

Hyung, aren’t I cute? 334

I arrived at the children’s art museum after a long time.

It seems the exhibition is still ongoing. And they’re probably waiting for the right moment to change the program.

Today’s activity is body painting.

I’ve only seen it on the news, never in person.

“Hyung. Siha here.”

“Yeah. You’ve been here before, right?”

“Siha drew Santa.”

The picture he drew in VR [Virtual Reality].

The background was really good. And it was amazing that Siha’s painting was exhibited.

It will be this time too.

“Wow! I’m drawing this time too!”

“Hana too! Hana too!”

The twins came along.

Seung-jun’s mom is watching the kids enjoy themselves with a pleased look.

I approached her and asked.

“You were selected for the program, that’s great.”

“We were lucky. Isn’t it the same for Si-hyuk?”

“Ah, I was recommended back then, so I get accepted almost every time I apply. And it’s my first time applying since then.”

“Siha is really good at drawing, right? He seemed so talented back then. Are you going to have him pursue a career in that field?”

“No. I just want him to do whatever he wants. Just because he’s good at it doesn’t mean he has to have that kind of job.”

“Ah, I guess so. But that’s a really good idea. You know how it is. If a child has a talent, they have to go in that direction.”

“It’s not like I can help him develop it, and I don’t want to interfere that much.”

I’m just letting him participate because he likes drawing right now.

If I interfere and support him for this talent, Siha will lose interest in it.

Of course, you can train a child with a talent for piano to be a pianist, or have a child with a talent for golf play golf, or have a child with a talent for soccer join a soccer team.

There are people who have achieved mythical records like that, and I’ve seen interviews with them.

But is that really for the child?

‘I don’t know.’

To reach the top in any field, there’s one thing that’s essential.

Perseverance. Training until you’re sick of it.

Enjoying it is only for the first few times; you can’t reach the top with just enjoyment.

I honestly want Siha to make a choice after thinking about it and work hard, rather than focusing solely on his abilities.

I want him to focus on his spirit rather than money.

I hope he doesn’t get swayed by his emotions, can always get back up even if he falls, and takes steady steps forward.

I hope he bends in the wind but doesn’t break.

Of course, it takes time to get there.

Until then, I have to protect him.

“Kids. Let’s go.”

We moved to the place where the program was being held.

There seem to be about 20 children and parents inside.

I heard that about 40 people were participating in the program, but it seems they’re doing it separately on the other side because of the number of people.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Teacher Yes, who will be running the program today. Nice to meet you.”

“Hello!”

“Today, we’re going to do something called body painting, and we’re going to draw on this mannequin here.”

Siha tugs on my sleeve and points to the mannequin with his finger.

“Hyung. Only body.”

“I see.”

A mannequin with only the upper body.

There were also some with only the face.

There weren’t any complete ones; they were just separate, so it looked like a broken robot.

But these separated parts have less area to draw on, so it seems pretty good.

“First, to get used to it, shall we draw on our faces or arms?”

“!!!”

It seems like they’re going to do face painting so that the kids can have fun, rather than drawing on the mannequin first.

Parents can participate too.

Ah, I guess so. It’s a bit weird to look in the mirror and draw on your own face.

“Hyung. Will Hyung draw on Siha’s face?”

“Huh?”

“Then will Siha draw on Hyung’s face?”

Looking around, some kids are pairing up, and some are doing it with their parents.

Seung-jun and Hana must have decided to do it on each other’s faces.

“Hmm.”

I’ve never done makeup in my life, but it looks like I’m going to do it today.

Of course, it’s just drawing a small picture, but I don’t know what Siha will draw?

“Okay. Hyung will do his best.”

“Siha has to draw something cool.”

“Yeah. Is there a picture you want?”

I don’t think I can draw it exactly as he says.

I’m not as good at drawing as Siha.

“Siha is Hyung!”

He’s making a really difficult request.

They say makeup is like plastic surgery, but wouldn’t it be hard to change my face to look like Hyung [older brother or male friend in Korean]?

I told him I’d try my best for now.

“Shall we start then?”

First, I received a color palette.

It was cream-based so that it could be applied to the face.

It looks like makeup. No, it is makeup since it’s made to be applied to the face.

“Where should Siha do it on Hyung?”

“Huh?”

It seems like Siha wants to draw first.

But didn’t we agree to do it on the face?

Looking around, some people are doing it on their faces, and some are drawing on their arms.

He’s probably asking because he saw that.

Okay. Should I do it on my arm since the face is a bit much?

“Do it on my arm.”

“Then Siha will do it on your hand.”

“???”

I asked him to do it on my arm, but Siha is doing it on my hand.

Why did you ask if you already decided!

“Siha will draw something cool on Hyung.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I showed Siha my hand.

He picked up a brush and started applying red to my index and middle fingers.

He’s coloring first without drawing?

Well, he knows what he’s doing.

“Hyung. Don’t look!”

“Don’t look?”

“Siha is going to do a surprise. Don’t look.”

“Okay.”

I decided to look at Seung-jun and Hana next to me.

It seems like Siha’s drawing is a secret until it’s revealed.

“Puhaha. I’m drawing first?”

“Oppa [term used by females to address older brothers or close male friends]. Are you going to draw on my face?”

“Of course.”

“Hana is going to draw on your face too!”

“Okay. Then. I’m drawing first?”

“Yeah.”

Seung-jun grabbed a brush and used black without hesitation.

He put the brush on Hana’s cheek. It seems like he’s going to draw a picture around that area.

“Oppa. You have to draw it pretty. Okay?”

“I know.”

He answered and started singing.

“Ate breakfast, *ddaeng*! Ate lunch, *ddaeng*!” [onomatopoeia for a ‘wrong’ or ‘failure’ sound]

Ah! That song?!

“I opened the window and it was raining~ Three earthworms. Oh, scary. Oh, scary. Skull.”

A skull is drawn on Hana’s cheek instead of something pretty.

“Ah! Oppa! You drew a skull!”

“No. Only the song is about a skull.”

“Really?”

“Ahaha. Yeah.”

Hana was suspicious of his strange smile, but she couldn’t see the mirror, so she decided to believe him for now.

“I’m not done yet. Stay still.”

“Okay.”

The song started again.

“June 6th is the King’s Day! June 6th is the day to go up the mountain.”

Limbs in the shape of 6 were added to Hana’s skull.

Even perfect abs on the stomach.

Hey, Seung-jun. Aren’t you going to get beat up by Hana later?

“Now I have to color it. I’ll make it Hana’s favorite pink.”

“Yeah!”

Hana’s bright voice.

No. Siha. Can’t Hyung see your drawing? It’s painful to watch.

Seung-jun’s mom is just watching with a bitter smile.

Is she letting it go knowing the chaos that’s about to come? Is this education?

“Pink. Pink. Pretty pink.”

A pink skull with abs was completed on Hana’s face.

Pretty is already gone.

Seung-jun’s playfulness is unstoppable.

“Mom. Show me the phone.”

And Hana saw her face in the picture on the phone.

“Eek!”

She was very angry.

It would be weird if she liked the pink skull.

If he had made a pirate mark with a skull instead of wrinkles, it might have been pretty.

“Oppa! It’s a skull.”

“Puhaha! Oh, that’s funny.”

“Hey. Oh Seung-jun!”

“Calling Oppa Oh Seung-jun!”

“Face here. Face. Oh Seung-jun, you’re dead.”

“Ah, no way~”

Seung-jun ran around to avoid Hana.

And Seung-jun’s mom appeared to help.

She grabbed his arm and sat him on a chair, fixing his face with her hand.

“Aah! Mom!”

“Seung-jun. This is called reaping what you sow, okay? You have to take responsibility for what you do. Hana. Go ahead and draw.”

“Hehe!”

Hana picked up a brush, excited.

How will she get revenge?

“Oppa! Close your eyes!”

“Ah, no!”

But Seung-jun had no choice but to close his eyes tightly as the brush approached.

Hana draws a big circle around his eyes.

Is she going to make him a panda?

“Ate breakfast, *ddaeng*! Ate lunch, *ddaeng*!”

No! That song!

“Aaaah!”

Seung-jun opened his mouth and screamed, sensing what was about to happen.

The kids watching this laughed as if it was fun.

You guys are providing great laughter here.

“I opened the window and it was raining~”

A square was made on Seung-jun’s mouth, and it was raining.

“Three earthworms! Oh, scary. Oh, scary. Skull.”

There are wrinkles on his forehead, and Hana draws a skull on his entire face shape.

But she left some space on the chin.

“I’m not done yet. June 6th is.”

Ah. The reason was to draw the skull’s body.

A tiny body was completed on the enlarged skull face.

Ah, what is that. That’s really funny.

It wasn’t just me; the kids were laughing out loud.

“Now I’ll color it.”

Hana only colored the skull’s body white and finished.

She was proud of her very satisfying revenge.

You guys are really having fun.

“I’m not going to color the skull. There are too many.”

“Aaaah!”

Seung-jun looked at his face.

His face itself had already become a skull.

After looking at it for a while, he said to his mom.

“Mom! Take a picture!”

“Huh?”

“I have to save this!”

“Oh, okay.”

Surprisingly, Seung-jun seemed to like his strange face.

He sticks his tongue up and takes an impressive picture.

What should I say? I’m sure that will be a dark history later.

I don’t think there will be any normal pictures.

“I want to take a picture too.”

Hana took a pose to give Seung-jun a knuckle sandwich next to him.

Seung-jun’s mom smiled bitterly and took pictures diligently.

“You’re going through a lot.”

“It’s everyday life. Well.”

While we were spending that time, Siha shouted, ‘All done!’

I asked without turning my head.

“Can I look?”

“Hyung. You have to close your eyes and look.”

“I can’t see if I close my eyes?”

“No. You have to close them.”

It seemed like I had to close my eyes and then look at the picture.

How cool is the picture that he’s doing this?

Is it Pepe [a popular internet meme]?

“I closed them.”

“Siha will cover your eyes.”

I hear the sound of a chair getting closer.

I feel the touch of what is presumed to be Siha’s hand on my eyeballs. It’s small.

But do I have to go this far?

For that surprise?

He has to turn around and cover my eyes like this. It seems like he’s seen something somewhere.

“Hyung. You have to raise your hand up.”

“Okay.”

I have to raise my hand myself to see when he removes his hand.

It’s funny.

“Go. Ta-da!”

“But Siha. It’s good to say ta-da, but you have to take your hand off so Hyung can see.”

What’s the point of saying ta-da! If your hand is on my eyes. I can’t open my eyes!

“Oops! Siha made a mistake! Mistake. Mistake.”

Siha took his hand off my eyes.

I slowly opened my eyes, hearing the ‘ta-da’ sound.

I can see a hand.

“Huh?”

“Hyung. Cool!”

I couldn’t help but naturally fold my ring and pinky fingers.

That’s right. My hand was a red-tinged gun.

The index and middle fingers are the barrel and receiver, and there is a handle drawn on the back of the hand.

It’s a more proper painting than I thought?

The other kids also exclaimed in admiration.

“Wow! Awesome!”

“To think of making a gun with your hand?”

“That’s really cool.”

Seung-jun and Hana also praised Siha.

“Siha. That’s really cool. Si-hyuk Hyung looks cooler!”

“Wow. Siha. Draw something pretty for Hana too. Oppa drew something weird.”

I stroked Siha’s hair.

“Thank you. It’s really cool.”

Siha puts his hands on his hips and sticks out his stomach with a proud expression.

Pfft. I laughed.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah.”

He said something confidently.

“That’s Red Hyung’s gun.”

You even named it? But take out ‘Hyung’ in the middle. It’s too embarrassing.

I guess this is Red Hyung’s weapon.