Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 423

Hyung, am I cute? 423

Back to the present.

I told him everything.

He burst into tears. I just waited, looking ahead until he was done crying.

I wondered what to do with this person.

Siha and I seem to have a lot in common.

The situations and relationships are similarly intertwined, but some parts are different from me, so I don’t know how to deal with it correctly.

I wish there was an answer key for these difficult problems sometimes.

It would be nice to choose comfortably.

The world doesn’t give us clear-cut problems, so it’s too difficult.

‘What does Siha think?’

Our young Siha.

I have to tell him someday, but I don’t think it’s now.

He wouldn’t understand.

However, cutting off or continuing the connection between his biological father and Siha as I please didn’t seem right.

I’m his guardian, but I wanted Siha to choose in the future.

Of course, I also hope that our relationship doesn’t turn out like the one between me and my mother.

Maybe a different picture will be drawn.

Siha is similar to me, yet different.

Since he has a warm heart, he might accept his biological father with an open mind.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, as if he was done crying.

He stopped crying and looked at me.

“If it’s okay with you, would it be possible for me to sponsor Siha?”

“Sponsor?”

“Yes. I want to do everything I can for him. I want to pass on my wealth to him before I die or after I die.”

“You’re not going to meet him?”

“As I said before, I can’t bring myself to stand in front of him. What face would I show him?”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yes. Just let him know that a good person is sponsoring him.”

“Hmm.”

“What’s the point of revealing that I’m his biological father? It will only confuse him. I just want him to grow up happily, even for Hye-ryun’s sake. I’ll fill in the gaps. If he goes into the arts, I’ll support him through my connections. That field requires a lot of money, but connections are also important. I was lucky.”

“You must have had the skills to seize the opportunity.”

“If you knew where that skill came from, you wouldn’t call it skill. Haha.”

He gave a hollow laugh and looked ahead.

Whether it was because he had been crying or because his face was haggard, he looked terrible.

“Is that all you want?”

“When I saw Hye-ryun holding the baby and being with Jang Hyuk, it was the first time in a long time that I saw her smile so brightly. But when the kid is with you, that happy smile is still there. He resembles Hye-ryun.”

I nodded.

I guess he wants that smile to continue.

He doesn’t want to dig up uncomfortable truths.

Just like he turned away when he saw that scene, he’s trying to make the same choice now.

It seems like it’s right for him to just leave. That’s what he seems to be thinking.

“But I think it would be good to see his face.”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t know what the right choice is either. But you know what? I wish my biological mother hadn’t given up on me. I secretly waited, hoping she might come back.”

I didn’t like his choice.

Can he guarantee that giving up is the child’s happiness? Can he be sure that he will be happy by covering up the truth?

Is the truth too much for the child to handle? That’s ignoring the child’s potential.

You may not have a choice, but the child does.

Don’t deprive the child of their choice.

Your choice to give up comes after the child has made their choice. So.

“He’ll be confused now, so I don’t think it matters if you just see his face.”

“Do I have the right to do that?”

“The right to do that isn’t given by you, it’s given by Siha.”

“I see.”

He opened his eyes wide as if he hadn’t thought of that at all.

To be honest, I don’t know if this is the right answer or the right choice.

In any case, making decisions for young Siha is part of my role.

But this person is different from my mother, isn’t he?

He holds guilt and remorse, doesn’t he?

So, I hope they can at least meet face to face once.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

We turn our heads. Many thoughts are passing through our minds. The silence grows longer, and the sun is setting.

“But I can’t meet him now. I look terrible. I need to shave.”

“That’s true.”

The answer I barely managed to give was an agreement. Maybe it was courage.

“I want to meet him once.”

“Go ahead. You’ve only seen him from afar.”

As I was getting up, I heard Siha’s voice.

“Hyung!”

My uncle shook his head and came over, holding Siha’s hand.

He’s shaking his phone, and he looks like he’s wondering why I didn’t answer his calls.

I was talking, so I didn’t know he had called.

“Hyung. Let’s go eat something delicious quickly. Siha is hungry.”

“Okay.”

“And I have to play with Siha!”

“Okay. Sure.”

It seemed like Siha wanted to see me, so he came to find me.

My uncle couldn’t stop him, so he came here.

Siha’s biological father is standing next to me, stiff as a board.

Siha saw him too.

“Ah? The art museum mister?”

“Oh? Uh, yeah.”

It seems like Siha remembers him.

“Hello!”

“Yeah. Hello.”

“Why are you here?”

“Ah. I just came here to meet Si-hyuk.”

“To see Hyung? Did you come to see Hyung because he’s cool? Did you get his autograph too?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Hyung. Give him your autograph quickly. And let’s go eat.”

He gave a bitter smile and gently knelt down in front of Siha.

He took out a notebook and pen from his coat pocket.

“Will you give me Siha’s autograph too? I’m a fan of your movies.”

“Really?! I’ll give you Siha’s autograph.”

Siha received the pen and wrote ‘ㅇㅅㅎ’ [Siha’s initials in Korean] in the notebook.

The man watched him and received the autograph.

Then he bowed his head.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want Hyung’s autograph too?”

“Thank you so much. Sob.”

“Ah? Why are you crying?”

“I’m happy. I’m crying because I’m so happy.”

“Ah? You’re crying because you’re happy?”

“Yes. Thank you for being alive. Sob.”

“Ah?”

“Thank you, really, really thank you.”

“Siha is thankful that you’re happy.”

“Sniff.”

Perhaps Siha’s existence itself was the greatest gratitude for him.

Of course, Siha doesn’t know that.

My uncle was also watching the two of them with complicated eyes.

“Can I hug you just once?”

“Yes!”

Perhaps Siha allowed it without hesitation because he had seen actors’ fan service.

Pat, pat.

But for him, it wasn’t fan service, but perhaps a ray of comfort in his depression.

It was a conversation where they were thinking different things and looking in different directions, but strangely, they had something in common.

Siha said.

“Stop crying and smile. If you smile, good fortune will come.”

“Sniff. Okay.”

He shed more tears at Siha’s words.

***

An ant received an Academy Award.

It’s going smoothly. It was worth going through all those countless interviews.

The problem is that there are more interview requests because I received another award.

I’m at a loss as to when this work will end.

But well, it was rewarding. It felt like the big events were all over.

Of course, I was shocked to realize that there were still more awards to receive.

Siha’s biological father’s name was Bae Sang-hyun. I haven’t told Siha that he’s his biological father yet, but I think the day will come when I do.

Anyway, February passed like that, and March came.

I finished all my schedules and returned to Korea.

I might have to go with him again to interpret if there are more awards to receive.

I don’t know why the movie award schedule is so huge.

Anyway, seeing the spring breeze blowing gently, it seems like the season for flowers to bloom has come.

Siha is now six years old.

I don’t know why time is passing so quickly.

“Hyung. Hyung. What are you doing?”

Siha shakes my shoulder while I’m doing translation work after coming back.

“Hyung is working.”

“Hyung. Let’s play with Siha.”

“Okay. I understand.”

I can do work slowly.

Playing with Siha seems to be the priority.

“What should we play?”

“Let’s make a game!”

“Huh? A game?”

“Yes. Siha wants to make a game. A game.”

“A game made by Siha.”

I also studied how to make games, but programming was a story from another world.

Of course, if I look at the program, I can roughly interpret what kind of algorithm it is and what it means.

But that’s different from writing it.

Just because you can read a novel in English doesn’t mean you can write a novel.

“Hmm. What kind of game should we make?”

“A real game that you can play! A phone game!”

“Ah. A phone game.”

“Siha wants to move what he made.”

“Ah.”

It seems like Siha wants to move the character he made.

He probably doesn’t even know that you have to program to make a game.

Hmm. If it’s just moving something simple, I might be able to make it somehow.

Of course, I won’t be able to make a full-fledged game.

I need to call someone who can help.

“Just a moment.”

I left a message for the Kyung Trio after a long time.

-Si-hyuk: Hey, hey. Siha wants to make a phone game. Can you do something simple where you can put in a character and move it?

-Ahn Kyung-ho: Huh??? Making a game isn’t that simple!

-Si-hyuk: I mean, wouldn’t it be enough to just see the character moving?

-Park Kyung-joon: That’s fine. Ah! How about a dot game? We have something we made. You can just change the character ㅇㅇ [Korean abbreviation for “okay”]

-Shin Kyung-hwan: What’s wrong with you guys? You’re saying something normal for once.

-Ahn Kyung-ho: We’re serious about games.

-Park Kyung-joon: Yeah! Yeah! We’re serious! We’re serious!

-Shin Kyung-hwan: Oh, really? Then shall we seriously discuss the next game development? It’s time to do it, right?

-Ahn Kyung-ho: Season 3 hasn’t been released for long yet???

[Park Kyung-joon has left the room.]

[Lee Si-hyuk has invited Park Kyung-joon.]

-Lee Si-hyuk: Hehe.

-Park Kyung-joon: ;;;

-Park Kyung-joon: Ahem. I have an editor that I made that can draw dot game characters. I’ll give it to you, so use it ㅇㅇ [Korean abbreviation for “okay”]

-Lee Si-hyuk: ㅇㅇ [Korean abbreviation for “okay”] Thanks!

I ended the talk like that and received the editor file that Park Kyung-joon sent.

It seemed to be linked to the game that those three made.

I guess you draw a picture and put it in here. If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to call and ask.

“Siha. It’s all done! Let’s draw a picture. It’s called a dot picture, and it’ll be fun.”

“What’s a dot?”

“Should I call it a point picture?”

“Like this?”

Siha pokes my cheek with his finger.

If I had a pen, a dot would have been drawn on my face. No. It’s not a picture that draws real dots.

When I was about to explain, my uncle suddenly jumped up and went into the room.

I heard the sound of opening drawers as if he was looking for something, and he came out quickly.

Siha and I made eye contact.

It was a look mixed with questions, wondering what was going on.

My uncle came out.

“Uncle?”

“Uncle? I’m not your uncle. I’m someone else.”

I wondered what kind of nonsense he was talking about, but there was a dot on my uncle’s face.

“This is the proof.”

“It’s a dot!”

“I don’t know if the uncle you know looks like me, but I’m someone else.”

“It’s Uncle!”

“No, I’m Racer Hee Thompson.”

I wondered what Racer Hee was. I wondered if you could have a name that mixed English and Korean.

“No, you’re Uncle.”

“Why do you meet me~ Why do you only get teased~ I tell you everything~ Only you don’t know~” [Reference to a popular Korean song]

“Woong?”

“I told you I’m someone else.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah.”

“Liar! I know it’s Uncle.”

“Where’s the proof that I’m your uncle? I can’t see it?”

“Woong. Then Siha will erase that dot.”

“Oh. Okay. Try it.”

Siha took a wet wipe and wiped my uncle’s face.

But it didn’t erase.

“Siha will wash you off!”

This time, he dragged my uncle and washed his face with soap.

But the dot didn’t erase.

“!!!”

“I told you I wasn’t.”

“Why doesn’t it erase?”

“Hahaha. You’re a fool. This is permanent marker! Hahaha. Siha is a fool. It doesn’t erase with water. Don’t you know that?”

“Waa!”

Siha, realizing that he had been tricked by his uncle, patted his thighs [a Korean expression of frustration].

I looked at my uncle in disbelief.

I wondered if he had to tease him so much that he used a permanent marker.

Why are you doing this?!

My uncle was serious about teasing.