Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 442

Hyung, am I cute? Hyung, am I cute? Extra Story – Episode 17 (442/500)

Extra Story 17: Taekwondo (2)

“Okay. Let’s start with stretching. Reach up high!”

“Reach!”

Siha stretched his hands high into the sky.

He also did side stretches and lowered his head for back stretches.

“Alright, alright. Rotate your waist in circles. One, two, three.”

Rotating to the left and rotating to the right.

The children diligently followed along.

“Now, let’s do some seated stretches.”

Later, they stretched with their legs wide open.

They were still young, so they could spread their legs quite well.

Of course, it wasn’t a perfect split.

“Hiss!”

Siha also spread his legs diligently.

As for stretching, Sihyuk often made him do it while playing soccer with Seungjun, so he was really flexible and good at spreading his legs.

But it was still a bit difficult.

“Grab your foot to the side.”

“Hiss!”

“To the other side!”

“Hiss!”

“Bend forward.”

“Hwaaa.”

“Groaning already. But you can feel the pull in your body, right?”

The children’s groans echoed from the start of the stretching.

“Easy.”

Seungjun grinned.

Flexibility is important in soccer. Of course, having muscles is also important, but flexibility is just as important.

If you use your whole body when shooting, you can produce a great shot.

“Yeah.”

Yundong was next to Seungjun, and he was indifferent, as if stretching was nothing.

His legs were also perfectly straight.

Yundong, who danced, had always been diligent in making his body flexible.

That’s because you can’t be stiff if you want to have groove.

“Oppa [Korean for older brother – used by females]. I’m dying.”

“Tsk, tsk. That’s why I told you to play soccer with me!”

“What does soccer have to do with it!”

Hana turned her head away, sulking.

While Seungjun played soccer, Hana diligently attended singing classes.

“Oppa is more flexible. Even though we’re twins.”

“That’s because you don’t play soccer.”

“Then what about Yundong!”

“Yundong also likes soccer. How can you become an idol if you can’t even do a split like that.”

“Tch. I’m going to do a split too.”

Hana wasn’t stiff, but it was true that she was lacking compared to Seungjun and Yundong.

“Ugh!”

It was Jongsu who was dying.

Was it because he studied for too long? His body was extremely stiff.

Jaehwi looked at Jongsu with a worried expression.

“Jong, Jongsu. Are you okay?”

“I’m not okay. My legs hurt.”

“I’m not good at it either.”

“I’m glad we’re similar.”

“Yeah.”

They were feeling a sense of camaraderie.

Yeonju looked at Jaehwi and said.

“Jaehwi.”

“Yeah?”

“I heard there’s also a partner split, let’s do it together later.”

“Huh? Uh, uhm.”

Jaehwi was embarrassed by Yeonju’s words.

Lastly, Eunwoo.

“Puhaha. Yundong. Look at this.”

“You need to do it properly.”

He gave up on splitting his legs and was squatting instead.

He wasn’t spreading them, he was folding them completely.

“Puhaha. It hurts, so I have no choice but to fold them.”

“That’s true.”

If it hurts, fold them. That’s right.

But Eunwoo folded them in 1 second as soon as he spread them.

This is the rapper’s rebellion.

The instructor looked around at the children and cleared his throat.

“Ahem. It might be a bit difficult now, but you’ll all become flexible later. You need to be able to do this much to do kicks.”

The instructor showed a kick as a demonstration.

A kick towards the ceiling.

Exclamations of admiration burst from the children’s mouths.

“The flower of Taekwondo is kicking.”

The instructor said proudly.

Then Siha asked.

“Mr. Jang.”

“It’s not Jang, it’s Instructor!”

“I heard the flower of Taekwondo is the back kick.”

“Who said that?”

“I saw it in a cartoon!”

“Hmm. A cartoon. Well, a back kick is also a kick, so it’s not wrong. But the coolest thing is a 720-degree spinning kick!”

“???”

“Ah. If I show you too much today, I won’t have anything left to show.”

“Show us!”

“Do you want it!”

“Yes!”

“Do you all want it?!”

“Yes!”

The instructor was creating a concert-like atmosphere out of nowhere.

Fortunately, the children responded very well.

“Alright!”

The instructor took a deep breath and did a 720-degree spinning kick.

“Wow! Wow!”

“Instructor, you’re so cool!”

“You’re really cool!”

“You spun twice, right?”

The instructor spread his arms and wiggled his fingers.

As if asking for more.

He secretly enjoys praise.

Even if the audience is children.

“Haha. You can all do it if you work hard here.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Siha can do it too.”

“I should try it too.”

“Uh oh? It’s still dangerous.”

“Alright!”

“Why the sudden elephant trunk?”

Siha did the elephant trunk [spinning around while bent over and holding your nose] twice and then kicked.

And he fell over, dizzy.

“Ah. It’s difficult.”

“Of course, you spun around with the elephant trunk.”

The instructor laughed at the absurd Siha.

***

The instructor finished Taekwondo and drove Siha to his house.

I waited in front of the house to greet Siha.

Click.

The car door opened and Siha jumped out.

“Hyung!”

Poof.

He hugged me.

And turns around and says to the kids.

“This is my hyung [Korean for older brother – used by males].”

Sudden hyung introduction.

I thought he was turning around to say hello again.

Who knew he would introduce me to his new friends.

“Goodbye, everyone~”

“Siha, goodbye~!”

I also thanked the instructor and sent the car away.

It’s a strange feeling.

Someone else is dropping Siha off.

He didn’t come alone, but it already feels like he’s grown up a lot. Of course, he still has a long way to go in terms of height.

“Was school and Taekwondo fun today?”

“Yeah! It’s so much fun. I learned a lot today. Hyung. I’ll teach you.”

“Ahaha.”

Hearing that sound in the elevator makes me wake up.

Taekwondo time isn’t over yet.

That’s how kids are. Even if they learn a song, they keep singing it repeatedly, and if they like something, they repeat it.

The concept of review may be rooted since childhood.

But they hate it when you tell them to review their studies.

“I’m home.”

“I’m home!”

“Yes. Welcome. I thought my neck would break from waiting.”

Uncle greeted us with a playful remark.

Siha said.

“Uncle. I’m going to teach you Taekwondo, so wash your neck and wait [a Korean idiom meaning ‘prepare to be punished’].”

“That’s not how you use that expression…….”

“Wash your neck and wait!”

“Okay. I’ll wash my neck and wait.”

Washing hands as soon as we got home.

It’s worth instilling the habit.

By the way, where did he pick up the phrase ‘wash your neck and wait’?

“Okay. Now sit down. You have to stretch.”

“Starting from there!”

“You have to stretch so you don’t hurt your body.”

“Uncle worked out today. I don’t need to stretch.”

“No. You have to stretch. Okay. Spread your legs like this.”

“Don’t just say what you want to say, listen to me!”

“Uncle. Hurry!”

“Ugh. And stretching doesn’t mean doing a split from the beginning.”

“This is the hardest thing, so we have to do it first. We have to do the hard things first.”

A type who does the hard things first and the easy things later.

“Still, you have to stretch in order. If you do the hard things from the beginning, your body won’t follow.”

“Uncle worked out today, so it’s okay to do the hard things first.”

“You only use what you heard when it’s convenient for you?”

“No. I’m thinking about everything myself.”

Uncle looked at Siha with a dumbfounded expression.

I laughed.

It’s really funny to watch the two of them.

“Hyung, hurry up too.”

“Ah…….”

I had to do it too.

“Is this how you do it?”

“Wow! Hyung. You’re good!”

I’m also exercising, so there’s no problem with splitting my legs.

Of course, I can’t do a perfect split, but this is good enough.

Uncle also spreads his legs easily.

“Uncle is good too!”

“Of course. I told you I worked out.”

“Then now you have to bend forward.”

So the three men gathered in the living room and stretched.

I don’t know what this is all about.

“Now I’ll teach you Taekwondo. Spread your legs like this.”

Spread them shoulder-width apart.

“And sit down a bit.”

Uncle deliberately sticks his butt out awkwardly.

“Uncle. That’s not how you sit.”

“It’s because my butt is big.”

“You have to put your butt in a little.”

“Like this?”

This time, he put his butt in too much.

“Uncle, you’re doing that on purpose!”

“No. I worked out too hard today, so my butt won’t do what I want.”

“Liar!”

No matter what, Siha is 8 years old now, so he won’t be fooled by that.

“My butt muscles are too pumped up, so I can’t control them? Have you ever built up your butt muscles?”

“No.”

“My butt is really hard. Touch it.”

Siha actually touched his uncle’s butt.

“Ew? It’s really hard!”

“I told you? My butt is! Muscles are! Uh!”

“Uncle has hemorrhoids!”

“Hey! Hemorrhoids are that thing. Uh! No!”

“Your butt is hard? It’s a rock. A rock. You need to be flexible to poop well.”

Well, if it’s Siha’s imagination, a butt made of stone…….

Let’s stop. It’s a bit hard to imagine.

“Okay. How’s this?”

“Yeah! It’s done!”

The deal exchange was clear.

It’s fierce, with no clear winner.

“Okay. Now put your fists on your waist.”

“On my waist.”

“Okay. Extend your fist from the front! You have to extend it by turning it like this. It has to be in line with your body.”

“Oooo. Amazing?”

“I learned everything.”

“What’s next?”

“And shout Tae!”

“Tae!”

“Next, put your fist in and extend your left fist the same way!”

“Tae!”

“It’s not Tae, it’s Kwon!”

“Kwon!”

Siha teaches the last highlight.

“If I say one, you say Tae! If I say two, you say Tae! Kwon! If I say three, you say Tae! Kwon! Do! Got it?”

“Ah. Easy.”

“One!”

Extends one fist.

“Tae!”

“Two!”

Extends two fists in a row.

“Tae! Kwon!”

“Three!”

“Tae! Kwon! Do!”

In line with Siha’s commands, adult men shout ‘Tae! Kwon! Tae! Kwon! Do!’

Something like that!

It was a scene that was really embarrassing to show to others.

It was the first time I had ever exercised like a child like this.

“Tae Kwon Do!”

“Uncle! It’s Taekwondo. Not Tae Kwon Do. Look. Tae Kwon Do!”

“You’re saying Tae Kwon Do?”

“No. I’m doing Taekwondo. Look. Tae! Kwon! Do! Tae! Kwon! Tae! Kwon! Do!”

There’s no way to fix the lisp.

You don’t know when you do it yourself.

Uncle keeps teasing Siha and shouting Tae! Kwon! Do!

It’s a harmonious family that even corrects pronunciation. Yes!

“Eeeing!”

“Eeeing! Eeeeee~”

“Ah! Jjinta [slang for ‘loser’]! Uncle!”

“What, you called me a Jjinta?”

“No. I said Jinjja [Korean for ‘really’]? Uncle misheard.”

“No. I heard you call me a Jjinta.”

“Uncle. You have to have a good heart. I learned at school today that if you have a bad heart, you hear things strangely.”

“So you’re saying I have a Jjinta-like heart, so I heard Jjinta? This, this is indirectly dissing me?”

“When did I do that! I said Uncle misheard.”

“Wow. I’m disappointed. I’m so disappointed that I shouldn’t learn Taekwondo anymore.”

“!!!”

There was a clear meaning in the breathtaking build-up.

I’m not learning Taekwondo. I want to stop now.

Should I get on this bandwagon too?

No. Shouting Taekwondo and doing a straight punch is a bit like that!

“No. You have to learn.”

“Why?”

“Uncle, if I get good at Taekwondo later, you’re in big trouble. Uncle will lose to me.”

“Huh? Me to you? Puh! Puhbuhbuhb!”

“Eeeing!”

“Why are you angry? I was singing. Put your hands up~ Put your hands up! Poo! Poobubub!”

If you look at it, he’s a pro at teasing.

I want to hit him too, and Siha, who is being teased, seems to feel the same way.

Especially the gesture of covering his mouth with his hand and shaking his head. That stimulates my fist.

“If you don’t learn Taekwondo, I’ll tell you about the scratch Uncle accidentally made on the car trunk yesterday.”

“Hey! I already told you.”

There was a scratch?

My neck seems to be turning.

“Hey, Sihyuk? That’s not it. Let’s put down the punch. You can’t even see it. Really. You have to look closely to see it. I scratched it a little with the key while I was explaining something to Siha. It’s as small as a fingernail. You can’t even see it.”

“Hey. You son of a gun!”

Let’s experience how strong the straight punch you learned today is with your body!