Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 433

Hyung, aren’t I cute? Hyung, aren’t I cute? Extra Story – Episode 8

Extra Story 8: You Never Know Until You Try

Sometimes, things you think won’t be fun turn out to be enjoyable when you actually do them.

Sometimes, things you think you don’t need to learn become necessary once you start learning them.

You realize the necessity after learning.

Without learning, the basis for judging whether something is needed or not is too weak.

The choice changes completely depending on how you perceive it.

You might hate math and memorizing formulas. However, mathematics is a discipline that greatly strengthens deductive and inductive reasoning.

Every problem can be solved with it, and it inevitably improves logical thinking.

Your thought process is forced in that direction.

You might hate reading books.

However, reading provides a broad perspective and understanding.

For example, let’s say you read a history book that surveys the world or a piece of literature that expresses human psychology.

Since humans are the ones doing things, stories about humans are well-represented in literature, philosophy, and history.

Among these, I would rate literature as the best. Isn’t literature what allows you to easily read about philosophy and history?

Also, what do you gain when you see the same article?

Do you just pass it off as, ‘These companies have formed a partnership? That’s good’?

No. You need to grasp what kind of influence this partnership will have.

It might lead to huge operating profits and surpluses.

You might even think of buying stocks and protect your mindset regarding stocks.

In any case, Siha wouldn’t understand with such words, so it’s important to explain it easily.

“Siha, that MC [Master of Ceremonies] on TV is funny, right?”

I pointed to the MC on TV. He was someone who brought a lot of laughter to children while appearing on variety shows.

“But that man is nice.”

“Yeah, he’s nice. He jokes around a lot!”

“Then Siha knows that man well, right?”

“I know him well.”

“But if you meet him in person, would what Siha knows really be knowing him well?”

“!!!”

“Siha, you’ve acted before, so you know, was that your real self?”

“It wasn’t.”

“Right? So, that person might be a bad person when you actually meet him, or he might be an even nicer person. You learn things you didn’t know.”

“Yeah!”

“But you wouldn’t know if you didn’t meet him, right?”

“That’s right!”

“So, you’ll only know if learning art from the teacher is fun or not if you try it, right?”

“Yeah!”

“Of course, Siha can choose without trying it. But wouldn’t you rather try it and then decide? You never know. You might learn something I didn’t know. If it’s not fun, make sure to tell Hyung.”

Siha thought for a moment and then nodded.

“Okay. I’ll try it once, and if it’s not fun, I’ll quit.”

“Yeah. If it’s not fun, just quit!”

In fact, at this age, fun has a greater influence on decisions than necessity.

So, it’s better to just play with them and become close rather than giving life advice.

The difference between good advice and nagging is just a hair’s breadth.

Anyway, I’ve set the stage like this, so I hope they have fun and do well.

I need to call them next time and tell them to make it fun no matter what.

“Then, should Hyung learn too?”

“Huh? No, I…”

“You don’t know if it’s fun without trying it, right? Right?”

“Uh… that’s true.”

“Has Hyung learned art before?”

“Ah, no.”

I thought it would be better to save the money for art school and help Dad with his burdens.

Strictly speaking, I did learn some as a liberal art in school. I don’t even remember what I learned, though.

“Awesome! I’m doing it with Hyung!”

Excuse me? Mr. Siha? Who decided we’re doing it together?

What I said came back and became a dagger.

Should I have lied if I knew this would happen?

No. I can’t lie to Siha. This isn’t even a white lie.

“O-Okay. Please take care of me.”

“Huh? Am I teaching Hyung art?”

“That’s not it, but Siha is the best at it.”

“Yeah! I’ll help Hyung draw!”

Something’s a bit off.

Isn’t that what parents say when their child brings home an art assignment?

Anyway, Siha is already seven years old, but he still likes doing things with Hyung.

Well, there’s nothing I can do about it.

He’s grown up like that until now!

Siha still has a long way to go before graduating from Hyung.

“Then, should I join too?”

Uncle slyly came out and pointed at himself.

“No. Uncle doesn’t need to try it.”

“Why! Why can’t I?”

“Ugh. Uncle.”

Siha put his hands on his hips and continued.

“Please read the room! [Be considerate of the situation!]”

“What?! What am I not reading?!”

“Uncle. Do you know ‘kkilkkil ppappa’? [A childish teasing phrase]”

“No. I noticed that you hate it, so I’m joining in like this. I like that expression too much. Hahaha.”

“Eesh!”

Uncle still had a knack for teasing Siha.

Even though Siha’s mind had grown, Uncle’s ability to tease him was also increasing to match.

Well, those kinds of things are all expressions of affection.

“Uncle. Then Uncle should learn somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to~ I’m going to learn together~”

“Eesh!”

Even I want to hit Uncle a little.

“Ah, right! Siha. The art teacher is that man we saw in France and America before. The uncle who hugged you in the playground.”

“?!”

That’s the face of someone asking if that person was the art teacher.

“Wasn’t that uncle a homeless person?”

Siha? Even if he had a huge beard, and didn’t take care of himself, and wore clothes like that, and sat on the playground bench for a long time!

Uh? When you put it that way, he does sound like a homeless person??

I need to tell Siha’s father to dress neatly.

But he didn’t smell when he hugged you, did he? He was still washing!

Well, that was a year ago, so Siha might not remember it well.

***

Siha’s biological father, Bae Sanghyun’s day was hectic.

He shaved neatly and threw away his old clothes and bought new ones.

He knew that he needed to get closer to Siha before he graduated from kindergarten.

Of course, it seemed a little late for that, but he had to make up his mind and prepare from now on.

“Wow. What’s going on? Why are you dressed so neatly? What happened to your face?”

Bae Sanghyun’s friend, Stefan, asked with wide eyes.

“I’m going to Korea.”

“To Korea? Why Korea? Ah! Right. You were Korean.”

“I have something to do.”

“Yeah. Didn’t you buy a building there too?”

Bae Sanghyun nodded.

After meeting Siha a year ago, he bought a house in Korea through an acquaintance.

It was a house with a yard, and he asked for it to be remodeled into a studio.

He didn’t have the courage to approach, but at the time, he bought it because he felt like he had to do something. Of course, it’s been neglected.

He needed to call someone to clean it and bring in furniture.

“You’re finally going. Aren’t you making up your mind too slowly?”

“You don’t know what happened.”

“Me? No. I know? You know you tell me everything when you’re drunk, right?”

“Damn it!”

Bae Sanghyun clicked his tongue.

He should have drunk in moderation.

“But it’s a relief. I thought you were going to die someday.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“No. Seriously. Why else would I drag my busy body all the way here so often!”

“Not because you wanted to see what I painted?”

“You noticed that.”

Bae Sanghyun chuckled at his friend’s smugness.

He was a fellow painter and was as famous as himself, which is how they became friends.

He thought he was a strange guy for visiting him so often.

“Go. I’m busy.”

“But why did your mind change?”

“Because a good person like you keeps poking at me. So, I’m going to try to be brave. I’m going to try to create the qualifications to do so. I’ll know if I try.”

“Good thinking!”

“But I don’t know what to teach that would be fun.”

“You have something you’re good at. That color sense! I come to see that too.”

“I can’t do it. Maybe you could.”

“Why? Is the color sense depressing?”

Bae Sanghyun honestly nodded.

“Hmm. Then how about letting him use it in various ways?”

“What?”

“The materials. You know how different brushes are depending on whether they’re made of weasel hair or fox hair, right? You also know what to mix to get that color. It’s hard to learn this even with a lot of money. You know?”

Bae Sanghyun nodded.

Art costs a lot of money. In particular, the colors that Bae Sanghyun makes come from diligently thinking about and combining pigments.

Of course, these things are readily available these days, but he loved the old-fashioned way.

Rather, this element is what caught the eye of the wealthy.

Patrons support not only money.

They also find materials that are difficult to obtain. Of course, it’s a bit difficult if it’s too expensive.

Fame also plays a part in that.

“It’s good to have various experiences. But what if he says it’s not fun?”

“Then you have to think about something else. But he’ll probably like playing with various colors. My child did.”

“I see.”

Bae Sanghyun decided to follow his friend’s advice.

He had never taught a child anything, so he didn’t know what would be fun, but he felt relieved thanks to his friend’s advice.

“Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for? Then, shall we have a drink today?”

“Get out!”

“We can just drink enough not to get drunk. I’ll wipe my mouth clean and back off?”

“Ugh.”

Bae Sanghyun shook his head.

He realized that the reason his friend came to visit today was to ask him to go out for a drink.

“Okay. If you drink with me, I’ll tell you what my child liked! It’ll be helpful?”

“Really?”

“Of course! Trust me!”

***

I’m with Siha at a house.

It seems to be a three-story house, and it feels like it hasn’t been remodeled for a year.

When did he get a house like this?

That’s what I’m thinking, but let’s go in for now.

He said the door was open, so I just had to go in.

“Siha. Let’s go in.”

“Wow. Hyung. It’s a yard.”

“Yeah. It’s a yard.”

It looks great for running around.

Should houses with children have a yard? It looks like it would be a hassle to manage, so maybe an apartment is better.

Siha looked around curiously.

“Let’s go in now.”

“Yeah!”

It’s my first time going to a house to learn art.

Of course, I’ve never been to an academy either.

The door in front seems to be a door lock, but when I grabbed the handle and turned it, the door opened.

He really didn’t lock it. Is this okay? Well, there’s someone inside, so it should be fine.

“Siha. Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Siha was a little scared of the dark, so he grabbed my hand tightly.

“Um. Teacher? Art teacher? Where are you? We’re here~”

“I’m here too!”

I called, but there was no response. What is it? What is it? Did he go out somewhere for a while?

With that thought, Siha and I went into the living room.

Faint sunlight coming through the curtains.

A sofa is visible, and so is a TV.

“Siha. It doesn’t seem like anyone’s here, right?”

“Yeah. No one’s here. I guess he went somewhere.”

“I guess so.”

That’s when it happened.

A thumping sound came from the kitchen.

Wondering what it was, I looked over.

“Kiyaaaa!”

A man with special makeup like a zombie popped out.

“Uwaaa! Hyung!”

Siha was so surprised that I was also very surprised.

Like a cicada, he stuck to me and screamed, and we both took a step back.

The zombie approached quickly.

“Hyung! Hyung!”

Siha was in a panic, grabbed my hand, and ran away.

The zombie was very fast and grabbed my body.

“Uwaaaa! Hyung!”

I was caught and was thinking.

It’s October this month, but was it Halloween?