Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 362

Hyung, aren’t I cute? Episode 362

We decided to just wing it.

Even Jongsu didn’t know what kind of video it would be.

Writing a script was hard, and he thought we could just dance.

“So, everyone will be doing something and then suddenly start dancing. Got it?”

Everyone nodded at Jongsu’s words.

Hana asked,

“Then who goes first?”

“Hmm. Should Yundong go first? Since it’s dancing.”

Trying to film just anything was harder than he thought.

Yundong thought for a bit and decided to buy something at the convenience store.

Jaehui would play the convenience store clerk.

“Okay, action!”

Jongsu pointed the camera at Yundong.

Step, step.

He walked around, picking out the prepared item. A headset.

I don’t know why there’s a headset at the convenience store, but anyway, he took the item from the daycare and handed it to Jaehui.

“I’ll take this.”

“Ah, that’ll be 10,000 won [approximately $8 USD].”

“Here you go.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Yundong held the headset, pretending to open the door and leave.

Then he said,

“Huh? Where’s that music coming from?”

He looked around, staring at the source of the music.

The headset.

It wasn’t connected to anything, but music was playing.

Jaehui, who heard it from inside, trembled, saying, ‘S-scary,’ at the sudden setup.

Seungjun was in charge of filming that.

“The sound is coming from here? What is it?”

Saying that, Yundong put on the headset.

Yundong bobbed his head to the music.

He took a step forward, doing a wave with his arm.

It continued to his torso, then back to his arm, and he snapped his fingers.

Snap.

In reality, he couldn’t hear anything, but he danced as if real music was playing.

Jongsu forgot he was filming and just blankly admired the dance.

Yundong danced that well.

“S-scary.”

Jaehui trembled in the spot where he received the money.

He had no idea what was happening.

It wasn’t supposed to be a ghost story, but looking at what Yundong had set up, it was no different from a ghost story.

“Now Jaehui goes to Yundong and asks what he’s doing.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yeah.”

Jaehui trembled and diligently pretended to open the door.

He remembered Yundong opening the convenience store door.

“U-um, what are you doing?”

“…….”

Yundong pretended not to hear anything and continued to dance.

Jaehui mustered his courage and tapped him on the shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

Yundong turned his head silently to look at Jaehui.

Jaehui made a strange noise.

“Yundong?”

Yundong, who stopped dancing, waved from below again and took off the headset.

He put it on Jaehui.

Thud.

Yundong collapsed.

Jaehui didn’t know what to do, but he started dancing at the sound of his friends saying, ‘Dance, dance.’

The so-called massage dance.

He vigorously massaged left and right with his fists.

He couldn’t dance as well as Yundong, but he still did his best.

Then Seungjun’s back suddenly appeared in Jongsu’s camera.

“Hey! Oh Seungjun! You can’t be in my camera!”

“I’m filming Jaehui?”

“No! Yundong moved out of the way now. So I have to film Jaehui.”

“Then you should have said so in advance. I’m just filming hard.”

“Still, you can’t be in my camera!”

“You should have said that in advance too!”

“Ugh.”

Unexpected things often get caught on camera when filming a video.

That’s how you get an NG [no good] and have to film again.

Jongsu thumped his chest as if frustrated.

“Do I have to tell you that too?!”

“Yeah!”

“Hoo. Okay. Let’s reshoot from Jaehui dancing. Jaehui. Dance from that spot again.”

“Okay. I got it, Jongsu.”

Jaehui was filmed dancing again.

This time, Seungjun wasn’t caught on camera.

“Then let’s film up to here, what are we going to do next? Hana, Yeonju, and Siha have to come out now. Oh, and Eunwoo too.”

“Hana will be eating tteokbokki [spicy stir-fried rice cakes]. Then Jaehui comes and gives her the headset.”

“Oh! That’ll work. But is this a headset ghost dance?”

“I don’t know. But it seems like it became a ghost.”

“That’s right. Summer is ghost movie season after all!”

Jaehui shook his head as if he didn’t like it.

But it was kind of fun to do, so he decided to work hard.

It’s just scary to watch.

“Then let’s go to the tteokbokki place.”

“Okay.”

Siha brought a toy box and took out a play set.

Dishes and rice cakes.

She was in charge of props today.

“Hana, here’s rice cake.”

“Siha, thank you. But these aren’t tteokbokki rice cakes?”

“No tteokbokki rice cake. So this.”

Square rice cakes with three colors drawn on them.

Unfortunately, there were no garae-tteok (long, cylindrical rice cakes).

“Then there’s no helping it.”

“Here’s green onion. There’s green onion too.”

A large green onion was placed on the plate.

Anyone who saw it would wonder what kind of restaurant that was.

Jongsu was disappointed, but he couldn’t make props that didn’t exist, so he just told them to prepare quickly.

“Hey. Lee Siha. Hurry up and prepare.”

“Okay. Siha will prepare quickly. Boiling, boiling, cooking.”

She held a toy knife and tapped the cutting board.

“Hey! Just prepare it.”

“Siha is preparing. Tteokbokki is here, but no sundae [Korean blood sausage]. I’ll make sundae.”

“No! Just prepare the items.”

“So Siha is preparing. I’ll cook quickly.”

“???”

Jongsu was speechless.

No, he didn’t need the process of cooking and preparing!

He just needed the finished dish!

But with the conversation missing the point, Siha pretended to wipe away sweat and diligently prepared the food.

Originally, the process is also important.

“All done. Hana. Sundae is here.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Hana, who was used to playing house, didn’t care whether Jongsu was frustrated or not.

She just sat quietly at the table waiting for her food.

“Am I the only one who thinks this is weird? Just me?”

Jongsu stared at them with a dumbfounded expression.

But nothing came back.

Seungjun was filming Siha cooking hard.

“Siha is doing well.”

This movie is not going the way the director wants it to.

The very individual staff and actors are wielding their power as they please.

Jongsu just thought, ‘Ah, should I have said I’d direct?’

After a while. After a little tidying up.

“Ahem. Now Hana is eating tteokbokki and Jaehui comes out. Got it? Okay! Ready! Action!”

Scene 2 started again.

Hana ate the three-colored rice cake deliciously. She was claiming it was tteokbokki.

It’s a new menu tteokbokki. The taste cannot be guaranteed.

“This tteokbokki has a strange taste. It’s just rice cake with tteokbokki sauce. Right, Yeonju?”

“Yeah. They give you green onions here, but I don’t know why.”

She brought laughter by questioning the props.

Then Jaehui appeared, dancing hard.

He came, shaking his arms while wearing the headset.

Hana said,

“Why is that person dancing as he comes in?”

“Maybe he’s excited about eating tteokbokki?”

“Is the tteokbokki here so good that it makes you dance?!”

“Judging by the way he’s shaking his fists up and down, maybe he wants to hit it because it’s so bad?”

She was saying terrible things.

Siha seemed shocked by those words and was lying face down on the ground.

In despair.

“Siha made it hard. But no taste. Big problem. No customers now. I’ll make it cheap. Come.”

Seungjun nodded and filmed that passionate performance.

“If Siha’s is too bad, I’ll ask Hyung to make it.”

Siha was freely hiring Si Hyuk as a chef.

The epitome of family management is here!

Jongsu was filming Hana and Jaehui without paying attention to Siha.

Because he already knew firsthand that there was no end to it if he got caught up in it.

“Uh? What is this?!”

Jaehui put the headset on Hana.

And collapsed.

Hana jumped up and started jumping.

“Jumping! Jumping! Everyone jump, jump!”

“Hana. What’s wrong?”

“Jumping! Jumping!”

“Hana!”

Yeonju’s passionate performance stood out in the meantime.

She was startled and her lips trembled. Her pupils were moving back and forth as if there was an earthquake.

Hana was acting strange, but she couldn’t run away because she was her friend, so she didn’t know what to do.

“Jumping! Jumping! Everyone play! Play!”

She grabbed the shoulder of Hana, who was dancing.

“Snap out of it, Hana!”

She shook her hard, but Hana continued to dance.

And she handed the headset to Yeonju.

Thud.

Now it’s Yeonju’s turn to dance.

She took a graceful pose. As if grabbing someone’s waist in front of her.

One step. Two steps.

She began to move smoothly.

As if dancing a waltz.

“Suddenly the customer is acting strange!”

Siha, who had escaped from despair, covered her cheeks with her hands.

The sight of two people collapsed and one person dancing hard.

It’s truly terrifying.

The point to watch is that Yeonju is dancing over the heads of the two people.

“We need to call 911! 911!”

Siha pretended to take out her phone and put it to her ear.

“Hello. This is Siha.”

Lee Siha, who identifies herself first.

“Hana and Jaehui collapsed here. And Yeonju is dancing hard on top of them.”

The owner knows the names of the customers.

Apparently, the customer is a regular, so she knows her name.

“Come quickly. Be careful of the car. Quickly.”

The call ended only after she told 911 to be careful of the car in case of an accident.

Siha is now going to stop Yeonju.

“Yeonju. Snap out of it.”

Yeonju naturally grabbed Siha’s hands and waist.

She was dragged away and entrusted her body to her.

She danced and naturally gave the headset to Siha.

Thud.

Yeonju collapsed and Siha danced hard.

Right away, the Pepe dance!

Shaking, shaking.

She danced excitedly and gradually approached the camera.

Jongsu thought, ‘Why is she coming here?’ and backed away.

Siha’s face, reflected in the camera, grew larger and larger, eventually covering the lens with her belly.

Only a black background was captured in Jongsu’s eyes.

Maybe this is a scary production?!?

As expected, Siha is showing off her amazing sense without letting her guard down!

Just for a moment.

“Jongsu!”

The headset landed on Jongsu’s head.

Siha just wanted to hand the headset to Jongsu regardless of such production.

“???”

Thump.

Siha collapsed.

“Hey! What are you doing giving this to me!”

“Siha collapsed. Can’t talk.”

“No! You’re talking now!”

“Oops! Mmph.”

Siha covered her mouth.

Jongsu looked at Siha as if he was dumbfounded.

He wondered what this was all about.

“Hey! It’s too late because you already said it.”

“…….”

“Why aren’t you talking now!”

“Jongsu don’t know?”

“What?”

“Director must cut. Cut. Siha know. Then can say what want.”

“…Cut.”

“Can talk now!”

“You talked to teach me!”

“No. That time. Time.”

“Time my ass!”

Anyway, is the movie over with this?

As he was thinking that, he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.

“Puhaha. Can I come out now?”

“Ah…. I forgot.”

“Puhaha. He forgot! Puhaha.”

Jongsu wondered how to include Eunwoo.

It seemed impossible to put Eunwoo in this chaotic restaurant.

Because Siha’s final fade-out gave the feeling that something was over.

“Hmm. What should I do?”

“Why? Just put me in. I’ll rap instead of dance.”

“Why are you the only one doing rap when everyone else is dancing?”

“Siha did what she wanted to do.”

“No! Still, you danced!”

“Puhaha. It’s okay. I’m rapping because the rap is dancing. Dancing on the staff. We’re on the beat, let’s get it! Uru rururururu~”

“???”

“Puhaha.”

Then Siha said.

“Then Eunwoo do people. People.”

“Puhaha. Weren’t you guys originally people?”

“We were dance. People become dance.”

Jongsu looked at Siha as if she was saying something like she had become a zombie.

“So Eunwoo do people. People.”

“Puhaha. Good idea.”

Is it really a good idea?

Jongsu couldn’t tell.

“Ah! Then that’ll work. You do people.”

Finally, Jongsu came up with a good idea.

It was the moment when the ending of this movie was decided.