Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 340

Hyung, Aren’t I Cute? 340

In the end, the four to put on stickers were decided.

Yun-dong employed a strategy of staying still, thinking he’d be fine, but was the last one remaining and got eliminated.

Hana and Seung-jun both shouted ‘1’ at the same time, getting eliminated together.

Since one of them could put on a sticker, the twins had a fierce rock-paper-scissors match.

Unfortunately, Hana lost and started whimpering.

“Yes! Siha, look. I’m putting this sticker on my arm, okay?”

“Fun. Should Siha put it on for you?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Siha put the rabbit sticker on Seung-jun’s arm.

Seung-jun roughly scratched it with his hand.

And then he peeled it off.

“Ah! The rabbit’s head!”

Only the rabbit’s body was stuck on Seung-jun’s arm.

Hana laughed at the sight.

“Hahaha. Oppa [older brother/term of endearment for an older male]. You’re so silly. So silly. You won at rock-paper-scissors but couldn’t even put the sticker on properly!”

“But isn’t this cooler?”

“Oppa is so weird as always. It doesn’t match. It doesn’t match.”

Surprisingly, Seung-jun was quite satisfied.

If it was the same rabbit as the other kids, it wouldn’t be very fun, would it?

Scratch, scratch.

“Huh? Ah!”

“Huh?”

Siha was curious about the sticker and scratched Seung-jun’s arm.

The rabbit’s body was scratched like a slight scratch on the head at a hair salon.

Seung-jun’s skin was sparsely visible.

“Ugh! It’s ruined!”

“Seung-jun. It’s being erased.”

“But I think this is okay too? It’s a wounded rabbit.”

“But there’s no rabbit head?”

“Hahaha. That’s what’s cool!”

“???”

Siha didn’t understand Seung-jun’s sense of style.

Anyway, she felt relieved. She was curious about what would happen if she scratched after peeling it off, rather than scratching when the paper was still attached.

Fortunately, Seung-jun didn’t care much about these things.

If it were Jong-su, he would have shouted, ‘Hey! Lee Siha! Why are you scratching after I peeled it all off!’

“Everyone! Are you sad you couldn’t do the stickers? So, the teacher has prepared tattoo stickers! You don’t have to scratch these.”

They were stickers with pretty characters.

The children flocked to see them. They were given a chance to choose just one, and they were seriously *gomin* [agonizing/worrying] about it.

“Everyone wants to do what they like, but I can’t just give these away.”

“Awww.”

“Let’s decide the order by playing a game. The winner gets to choose first!”

To get the character you wanted quickly, you had to win first.

Anyway, everyone gets a chance to put on a tattoo sticker once.

Hana was determined to work hard this time to get the sticker she wanted.

“Okay, everyone. This game was prepared by the teacher. It’s darts!”

The teacher showed a round score board that looked like it would be used in shooting.

It was printed on A4 paper.

“After spinning around ten times with an elephant’s trunk, hold a marker and put a dot right here.”

The person who *jjikneun* [puts/marks] closest to the center wins.

It was a very simple rule, but it wasn’t easy in a dizzy state.

“Who wants to try first?”

“Me! Me! Me!”

Seung-jun, who was confident in these physical activities, raised his hand.

But this isn’t something you can win just because you’re good at strength or sports.

You can’t resist dizziness no matter how hard you try.

Unless you naturally have good semicircular canals.

“Okay. Here’s a marker.”

“Yes!”

“You have to spin around ten times with an elephant’s trunk. Got it?”

“Yes!”

Seung-jun is very confident.

He immediately started spinning, stood up, and staggered over.

“Ah! I’m dizzy!”

*Kok* [onomatopoeia for a small dot/mark].

Unfortunately, he scored 5 points.

But that was still good.

Because you could *jjikneun* [mark] outside the A4 paper attached to the wall.

To prepare for that, a large drawing paper was *miri butyeo nohgin* [already attached] on the wall.

“Ah, Oppa is bad at it!”

“Let’s see how well you do!”

“Hana is good at this.”

Hana *binggeulbinggeul doratda* [spun around and around].

As expected, being twins, they looked exactly alike, staggering like Seung-jun.

*Kok* [onomatopoeia for a small dot/mark].

Still, she was a little better than Seung-jun.

It was 6 points.

“Argh! You’re really better than me?!”

“Hehe!”

Seung-jun covered his head with both hands.

Hana laughed as if to say, ‘See that?’ But Seung-jun didn’t seem so upset.

“Hey. Lee Siha. Let’s *seungbu haja* [have a match/compete].”

“Huh?”

Jong-su challenged Siha.

Even if Siha didn’t accept, it didn’t matter because it would be a competition anyway.

He was just trying to provoke her.

“Jong-su *hwaiting* [fighting/cheering]!”

“I’m not asking you to cheer me on!”

“*Seungbuhae* [compete] with Siha. *Seungbu* [compete].”

“Oooo!”

Siha accepted the *seungbu* [challenge].

This was quite encouraging, so Jong-su couldn’t help but get excited.

“Then I’ll go first?”

“Jong-su *hwaiting* [fighting/cheering]!”

“Don’t cheer me on! How can you cheer for the enemy when we’re *seungbuhaneunde* [competing]!”

Siha tilted her head.

“Jong-su *nuneun* [is] not Siha’s *jeok* [enemy], but a friend?”

“Ugh.”

Jong-su was speechless when she suddenly said that.

He hesitated, then grabbed the marker and started spinning around with an elephant’s trunk.

“Ugh. I’m dizzy.”

Still, to win, he glared and strode forward, *jjigeotda* [marked] the *gwanyeok* [target] with a *kok* [onomatopoeia for a small dot/mark].

8 points.

It was a very high score.

Jong-su looked at Siha with a ‘How about that!’ expression.

“Jong-su *daedanae* [is amazing]!”

“Yeah. I knew you’d say that!”

Now, Siha’s reaction was predictable.

But *seungbu* [competition] is *seungbu* [competition].

Today, the score will definitely determine the outcome.

I don’t remember how many times I’ve won or lost, but I still want to win today.

To be honest, I don’t want to feel like I lost even though I won.

“Siha *hakke* [will do it].”

“Yeah. Hurry up.”

Siha spins around 10 times.

She straightens her back and moves from side to side, staggering.

After staggering for a while, she waits for the dizziness to stop and then *jjikneunda* [marks] the *gwanyeok* [target] with a *kok* [onomatopoeia for a small dot/mark].

10 points.

“Hey! Lee Siha! That’s cheating! You have to go and *jjigeoyaji* [mark] right away!”

“Why?”

“That’s the rule!”

Siha looked at the teacher as if to ask if it was true.

The teacher smiled slightly and nodded.

Anyone can get 10 points if they *jjigeumyeon* [mark] after the dizziness is gone.

“Siha *mollasseo* [didn’t know]. Again. Again.”

“Why do you always do it again!”

Jong-su tapped his chest as if frustrated.

Anyway, Siha got another chance.

This time, Siha slowly spins around 10 times.

Very slowly.

“Hey!”

“Huh?”

“Do it again! Again! You have to spin quickly!”

“Why?”

“Why! That’s a rule you have to follow even if I don’t tell you!”

Siha looked at the teacher as if to ask if it was true.

The teacher nodded.

“*Arasseo* [okay]. *Dasi hakke* [will do it again]!”

Jong-su was stunned for a moment because she said it so brightly.

“This time, you really have to spin hard and *jjigeoya hae* [mark] over there. Got it!”

“*Arasseo*. Siha *ije da ara* [now knows everything].”

“Are you really *da aneun geo matji* [really know everything]?!”

“*Gwaenchana*. *Gwaenchana* [it’s okay].”

“I’m not *gwaenchana* [okay]. I am!”

It’s so hard to have a *seungbu* [competition] once.

The teacher smiled bitterly at the sight.

Who is this *seungbu* [competition] for? Isn’t it too late to taste victory already?

“Siha ganda [is going]!”

This time, Siha quickly spun around ten times.

Dizzy, she staggered wildly, flailing her arms, and *jjigeotda kok* [marked] in the wrong place.

Right on Jong-su’s nose.

“Argh!”

“Huh? Jong-su *gwaenchana* [are you okay]?”

“I’m not *gwaenchana* [okay]! I haven’t been *gwaenchana* [okay] since earlier!”

“Sihaga *jyeosseo* [lost]. *Meolli jeom jjigeosseo* [marked far away].”

“I’m not happy at all!”

“Sihaga *eopueopue* [onomatopoeia for blowing to soothe pain] haejukka [should do]?”

“I’ll do it myself!”

Jong-su was frustrated again today.

In the end, the results of the game were like this.

1st place Yun-dong, 2nd place Jong-su, 3rd place Hana, 4th place Seung-jun, 5th place Yeon-ju, 6th place Jae-hui, 7th place Eun-woo, 8th place Siha.

That’s how everyone chose their tattoo stickers.

Yun-dong went to Siha and took the sticker in her hand.

Then he put what he had chosen in Siha’s hand.

“Huh?”

“You wanted this earlier.”

After saying that, Yun-dong turned around and went to Eun-woo.

In Siha’s hand was a penguin sticker.

“Yundong gomawo [thank you]~”

Siha, who came in last place, got the penguin tattoo sticker she wanted.

***

Everyone was happy, putting on their tattoo stickers one by one.

Pretty characters always bring joy to children.

But today is not the end.

The long-awaited manicure play remains.

“Everyone. Look here. It’s nail polish.”

Hana and Yeon-ju’s eyes lit up.

The boys make *simdeureonghan* [bored/uninterested] expressions. They’re not interested.

Seung-jun said.

“That’s only for girls.”

“No. Boys do it too.”

“My dad doesn’t do it?”

“Dad doesn’t do it, but many young people do.”

“I don’t want to do it.”

Even if *bongseonhwa muldeurineun* [dyeing nails with balsam flowers] is fascinating, I guess they have a sense of resistance to nail polish.

The other children seemed to have the same thought, and they *buteotda* [stuck/gathered] next to Seung-jun.

“*Maenyukyueo moya* [what is manicure]?”

Only Siha was interested.

Because it was something she had never seen before.

“This is something you put on your nails to make them pretty. It makes you feel good and your nails look pretty.”

“*Sontobiga* [nails] has to look in the mirror and do makeup. Do I have to do makeup after doing it?”

“Yeah. Yeah. You do makeup like that.”

“Does *hyeonga* [older brother] do it too?”

“*Hyeonga* [older brother] probably won’t do it?”

“*Geureom* [then] Siha-do an hallae [won’t do it either].”

“Ah!”

Siha *buteotda* [stuck/gathered] next to Seung-jun.

The teacher was *gomin* [agonizing/worrying] about what to do.

“It’s not just about making your nails pretty, it can make you *meosisseojil su isseoyo* [can become cool/stylish].”

“It doesn’t look *meositteonde* [cool]. I saw my mom doing it.”

“으윽 [Ugh]. Ah!”

The teacher had a good idea.

Of course, I know what boys like.

Didn’t I talk about it this morning too?

That’s right, superpowers!

I thought I could use this.

“Everyone. Then play around for a while. The teacher will bring a sketchbook soon.”

“???”

The teacher hurriedly brought a sketchbook and started drawing something *sseukssaksseukssak* [scribbling sound].

Settings were added to the story I was originally going to show.

This was a story I was going to use later, but I can’t help it today.

“Then before we do the manicure today, let me tell you a story!”

[Ability 119 Fire Department!]

It felt like I had *sujeonghan* [modified] a little *geupage* [hurriedly], but I thought the kids would like it.

“Mom fell asleep while cooking soup. The soup was all gone and a fire broke out. The child was surprised and woke up Mom.”

A *hwalhwal taoreuneun* [blazing] house appeared in the sketchbook.

“But they couldn’t put out the fire. They couldn’t even escape, and the fire covered the child and Mom!”

Seung-jun swallowed *chimeul kulkkeok* [swallowed hard].

He was already *jipjunghago* [focused] in the story.

“Suddenly, something amazing happens.”

“The fire *sunshikgane* [instantly] goes into the child’s *sontop* [nails], doesn’t it?! *Sesange* [oh my gosh]! The shape of the fire appears on the child’s *sontop* [nails].”

“The child was surprised and said this.”

“Huh? What happened? Where did the fire go?”

“Seung-jun, the fire went into your *sontop* [nails], didn’t it?”

“!!!”

Seung-jun started to *mollip* [immerse] even more, knowing that he was the *juingong* [protagonist].

This was all the teacher’s *norimsu* [intention/plan].

“But the house was *da tabeoryeoseo* [completely burned down] by the fire, so Mom and Dad had to *jamsigan* [temporarily] live outside.”

“Night came and it was very cold.”

“The child said to Mom.”

“Mom. I’m so cold.”

“Mom too. Come here and hug Mom.”

“I need fire.”

“Yeah. Dad will get fire.”

“Yeah.”

The teacher *neomgyeotda* [turned] the sketchbook.

Fire was *piwo oreugo* [rising] from the child’s index finger.

“Mom *sorichyeotseumnida* [shouted].”

“Oh my! Fire is coming out of our child’s hand!”

“Seung-jun was also *nollatseumnida* [surprised].”

“Ugh! What happened?!”

“That’s right. Seung-jun has gained a new ability! Dad also *dorawaseo* [came back] and was *kkamjjak nollatdapnida* [very surprised] to see the child.”

“Now we can live warmly! Let’s get a house quickly!”

“Seung-jun and Mom and Dad *dasi jibeul guhaetseumnida* [found a house again]. And Seung-jun *gyeolshimhaetseumnida* [decided].”

“People who have *bulnan jip* [houses on fire] like us must be very *himdeul geoya* [difficult]. From now on, I will *makgesseo bulnan jip* [stop houses on fire]!”

“Seung-jun *gyeolshimhaetseumnida* [decided] to become a *sobangwan* [firefighter].”

“And a few years later.”

“Seung-jun *deudieo* [finally] became a *sobangwan* [firefighter]. When a fire broke out in a house, he could *gotbaro heupsuhal su isseotseumnida* [immediately absorb] the fire.”

Seung-jun was *ppudeutan* [proud] with that expression.

But the story is not over yet.

“But there was a *raibeol* [rival]. It was a *sobangwan* [firefighter] named Siha. Siha also had *neungnyeok* [abilities] on her *sontop* [nails].”

“I have the ability to *ppurineun mul* [spray water].”

“I have the ability to *heupsuhago bangchulhaneun* [absorb and release] fire?”

“The two became *chinhaejyeotseumnida* [became close] like that.”

The teacher *neomgyeotda* [turned] the sketchbook.

*Sobangdaewondeul* [firefighters] came out as *neungnyeokjaro* [ability users] one by one.

“Then one day. There was an *jeok* [enemy] in the mountains who *seupgyeokhaeseo* [attacked] people and wouldn’t let them *naeryeogage* [go down]. The *sobanggwandeul* [firefighters] had to go save the people.”

“Seung-jun and Siha *sane ollagaseo* [went up the mountain] and *majuchyeotseumnida* [encountered] the *jeok* [enemy].”

“The *jeok* [enemy] suddenly *sorichimyeo* [shouted] from his hand ‘쓰레기를 나무로 만드는 힘! [the power to turn trash into trees!]’ and attacked with *namu* [trees].”

“Seung-jun and Siha *pihaesseoyo yeolshimhi* [dodged diligently].”

“And the *jeok* [enemy] said. Spider web! Spider webs came out of his hand.”

*Neomgyeotda* [turned] the sketchbook.

The *jeok’s* [enemy’s] hand comes out. Two *geurimi* [drawings] are *geuryeojyeo* [drawn] on the *geomjiwa jungji sontop* [index and middle fingernails].

*Namu* [tree] and *geomijul* [spiderweb].

“That’s right. The *jeok’s neungnyeok* [enemy’s abilities] were two.”

“Seung-jun said.”

“How do we *igiji* [win] this?”

Stopping *neomgineun* [turning] the sketchbook, the teacher said ‘*daeume gyesok* [to be continued]’.

Seung-jun *meorireul gamssatda* [covered his head].

“악 [Ah]! *Seonsaengnim* [teacher]! Please tell me the next story!”

“후후후 [Hehehe]. Everyone. Do you know that?”

“???”

“People can get a total of 10 *neungnyeok* [abilities]. There are 10 *songarak* [fingers]!”

“!!!”

“Then shall we *geuryeobolkkayo neungnyeok* [draw abilities] with *maenyukyueo* [manicure] from now on?”

“!!!”

“Think about how to *igilji* [win] and get good *neungnyeok* [abilities].”

It was the moment when the boys’ *heungmireul kkeulge doeneun* [interest was piqued].