Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Drunk Girl - 4
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“Yo, enemy jungler’s heading top!”
“Got it, I’ll kill him if he comes~ Come join if you don’t want that~”
“You crazy bastard? Can’t you see I’m bot?”
I was killing time in the PC bang, yelling my lungs out with my friends, when my phone buzzed next to the keyboard.
No way Yerim’s party ended already, I thought as I glanced at the screen without much expectation—and surprisingly, it showed [Seo Yerim].
“Hey, Han Woojin, what’re you doing?!”
Worried something might’ve happened to Yerim, I hurriedly picked up.
“Oppa!”
“I miss you, so come see me—right now! If you don’t…!”
“Wahhh, I’ll cryyy…”
“...Yerim? Yerim!”
…………What the hell? Were they playing some penalty game or something?
I could only stare blankly at my phone screen after the call cut off abruptly.
That vibe felt familiar somehow….
Oh, right.
That was exactly how my parents acted when they were drunk.
But come on, there’s no way Yerim would drink, right?
So what was that just now? I was getting confused when my phone buzzed again.
This time it was [Han Sea].
“Hello?”
“Oppa, big troubleeee!”
A bad feeling hit me, so I asked back.
“...What’s wrong?”
“Yerim’s drunkkk! Hurry and come!”
—What the actual fuck?
But before I could say that…
The vivid smell of booze had come through the receiver from Yerim just moments ago.
I told Sea to send the location, hung up, and shot up from my seat.
“? Han Woojin, where you going mid-game?”
“Sorry, man, something came up. I gotta bounce.”
“What bullshit is this? Win this game and I rank up.”
“See you tomorrow!”
“You asshole, where you going? I said I’m ranking up!!!!!!!”
I ignored my friend’s wails of you son of a bitch behind me, rushed out of the PC bang, and grabbed a taxi.
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The second I got out of the taxi, I bolted to the underground karaoke spot Sea had texted me.
I threw open the door to the room, and there were about ten kids inside.
No need to search for Yerim.
She stood out like a sore thumb, and…
“Ahh, it’s Oppa~!!!”
She spotted me first from across the room, grinning ear to ear and spreading her arms wide like she wanted a hug.
That babyish cheerfulness was so adorable it made my heart skip a beat without warning.
And that’s when I knew for sure.
……She’s really drunk, huh?
There’s no way she’d act like this in front of other people.
I figured these kids must’ve done something to turn our girl into this state(?), so at first I was a bit pissed.
…Who could’ve guessed a kid would get wasted on Whiskey Bongbong?
First things first, I needed to get her out of there.
“Yerim, ready to go?”
“Yeah! Help me up.”
Yerim had turned into a total jelly blob, which was cute as hell, but the others were all watching.
I could easily predict she’d face social death tomorrow.
First day back at school and she’s already set up for attendance refusal.
But right now, Yerim wasn’t in any state to think that far ahead.
All I could do was get her out quick.
“Hurry~!” she urged, so I carefully helped her up.
She naturally snuggled into my arms, giggled, wrapped her arms around mine, and hooked her elbow with me.
A sigh laced with envy came from somewhere nearby.
After apologizing to the kids, we left the room and headed up the stairs to exit—when Yerim wobbled.
“Whoa!”
I caught her in surprise, but she plopped right down on the stairs.
Her body wasn’t obeying her thanks to the unfamiliar buzz.
Even so, she was still grinning like an idiot.
“Wanna rest a bit before we go?”
“Yeah! Sit here with me, Oppa.”
…How the hell am I supposed to sit there?
She patted her lap innocently, telling me to sit, and I couldn’t help but snort in disbelief.
“Yerim.”
“Hm?”
“Look at the camera and say your name and age… Nah, just look here.”
While resting, I wondered what to do and pulled out my phone.
I turned on the camera and captured her.
Part of me wanted to preserve her first drunk moment as a memento.
What can I say.
Her slightly glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, looser smile than usual.
Yerim in a state I’d never seen was surprisingly one-of-a-kind.
I pictured showing sober Yerim later and teasing her about how she acted—my mouth watered… no, a smile tugged at my lips just imagining it.
Oblivious to her teasing fate, Yerim struck a perfect pose, even throwing up a V-sign for the photo.
“...You’re pretty.”
“Of course—who’s girlfriend am I~!”
My honest slip made her reply like it was obvious.
Being my girlfriend had nothing to do with her looks, though.
But unlike someone else, I wasn’t drunk, so I didn’t say anything unnecessary.
Satisfied with the pics, I pocketed my phone—then Yerim tugged at my shirt hem.
“Oppa, I’m cold.”
“Cold? Button up your uniform. I’ll take off my jacket—”
“Yeah… You button it for me.”
“...Me?”
“Yup!”
With her urging hurry, I had no choice but to crouch down—and damn.
—...It’s huge.
For a split second, I wondered if this could even be buttoned, her generous… openness catching me off guard.
I swallowed hard without thinking.
One slip and I’d be right there.
With utmost care, I managed to button her uniform front, letting out a relieved sigh.
“It’s stuffy…”
I half-expected the second Button-Pop Incident.
This wasn’t buttoned; it was sealed tight.
Yerim fiddled with her chest like it was uncomfortable.
—Even I could see it looked stuffy.
“Oppa, can’t you just unbutton it?”
After I’d just done it up.
Irked by her whimsical demand and cheeky grin, I poked her soft cheek.
“Eep!”
“Wahh!”
“Hee!”
…What is this adorable creature?
I meant to poke once or twice and stop.
But each poke met warmer cheeks than usual from the booze,
Her cute noises and >_< face kept me going—I couldn’t stop poking.
Damn. What’s this addictiveness? I can’t quit…!
“Hng, st-stop thaaat…”
“Yerim. Were you bad today or not?”
“I-I was baaad…”
“What’d you do wrong?”
“D-Dunno…?”
“Then you need more punishment. Take that.”
“Eek, I-I was all baaad…”
I wanted to savor that softness forever,
But her snowy cheek was reddening, so I stopped.
“Yerim.”
“Yesss…”
“No booze or alcohol stuff next time, got it?”
Today was just a fluke, but Yerim drunk without me?
I didn’t even want to imagine it.
“Not even a liiiittle…?”
“Nah. Only when I’m with you. Deal?”
I half-expected pushback on my selfish request, but Yerim just beamed.
“Whaaat… That means always okay, dummy!”
She laughed gleefully, calling me oppa dummy-dummy, and though I knew my intent got lost,
Her confident giggles were contagious.
I couldn’t help but laugh along.
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We needed fresh air to sober her up, but since Yerim couldn’t get up from the stairs,
I ended up piggybacking her out.
I always thought my back was pretty broad.
The moment I hoisted her up, her soft fullness filled every inch left and right—I barely held back a vocal gasp.
Her thighs cradled in my hands, her hair tickling my neck and cheek.
Everything was so soft and fragrant.
I was carrying her, yet it felt like I was wrapped in a cozy Yerim blanket.
“It’s cool…”
Outside in the crisp night air, her buzz easing, her pleased voice brushed my ear as she rested her head on my shoulder.
It’d been noisy until just now, but outside, things quieted down.
Still.
This moment under the moonlight, feeling each other’s warmth, wasn’t bad at all.
…It’s been a long day.
From reuniting with the Yerim I’d missed so much, our first kiss, her first drunken ramble.
Today felt endlessly long.
My routine of just school back and forth.
My nights that were just dark.
Now I looked forward to tomorrow, found the moonlight beautiful.
All because of the warmth embracing me from behind.
Just having you.
Changes my everyday this much—do you know that?
“Oppa…”
“Yeah?”
“Am I not heavy…?”
“Heavy? As if you could be.”
—Well, actually, yeah.
“Good…”
“...?”
Something felt off.
—Why does she sound so normal?
The crazy energy I’d felt so vividly was gone now.
Her tone, her voice—it seemed like regular Yerim, so I asked suspiciously.
“...Yerim. You sober?”
“…………No, I think I’m still drunk…”
Like asking an angry person if they’re mad and getting “no.”
National rule: Ask a drunk if they’re drunk, they say no. Didn’t you know, Yerim?
Caught red-handed, I tried to turn my head, but she buried her face in my neck and hugged tighter, like no way.
“……You’re sober, aren’t you?”
“………I said I’m nooot…”
Her desperate denial, clear memories or not, made me chuckle.
I had plenty of time to tease later, and evidence on my phone.
“...Guess so. Wanna walk a bit to clear the booze?”
“Won’t that tire you…?”
“Not at all.”
I meant it, and a satisfied breath tickled my nape.
“Sorry for being a hassle today, Oppa…”
“Just words?”
“Mmm…”
Starting from my neck, slowly.
Mwah—
She kissed the back of my neck, my ear, and finally my cheek.
“That make up for it…?”
“With that, I might forgive you even if you puked on my back.”
“I-I wasn’t thaaat drunk…!”
“You didn’t see yourself.”
“I remember everythiiing!”
“Didn’t you say you’re still drunk, Yerim?”
“…………Hate you.”
Saying she hated me, she kissed my other cheek too.
“Yerim. Don’t get mad, hear me out.”
“...Already feels bad.”
“You should work out a bit.”
“………Oppa. Why say that while I’m on your back?”
“No, your muscles feel too soft—”
“...Put me down. I’ll walk. Hate you. Dummy.”
“Whoa, misunderstanding! It’s a misunderstanding!? My bad…!”
She squirmed to get down right then, but.
That was our first night reunited.
Leaning on each other until the booze wore off, we walked and walked under the moonlight for a long, long time.