The Drunk Noona's Instinctual Return
The side-side neighbor noona—creeeak—clang—clang—the half-open front door caught on the still-engaged upper door chain and stopped short. Thanks to that, Lee Jieun, who had been about to fling the door wide and throw herself into Taeyang's arms, irritably grabbed the handle and shook her body back and forth.
"Open the door quick, open it quick, open it now, open it, open it, open it you punk!"
After throwing a tantrum for a good while, she tilted her head back and yelled threateningly. "Why won't you open the door to my house?!?"
At Jieun's desperate whining, Taeyang finally burst out laughing. No matter how scary a face she made or how much she threatened, with her tiny frame that barely reached his chest, how intimidating could she be? Her height and build were so childish it was hard to believe she was an adult. Sure, that complex made her personality a bit feisty, but that was for others—not for him. To Taeyang, she was just adorable. How could he ignore her and shut the door now?
"Alright, alright. I'll open it."
He shook his head in mock defeat but gently pulled the door and unhooked the chain. Confirming the door swing wide open, Jieun slipped inside without a change in expression, as if she'd never been irritated at all.
"That's more like it~"
Standing in the entryway, she went up on tiptoes to pat Taeyang's head. Well, she tried to. Her hand couldn't even reach his crown, so he had to bend his knees a bit before she could manage it. She kicked off her shoes right away and headed into the living room, but after stumbling side to side a few times, she plopped down right there on the spot.
"Ehehehe, home sweet home. My hooouse..."
Taeyang crouched down in front of her. "Noona, you're wasted, but don't you think you should head back to your place?"
"Eh?"
Jieun cocked her head with a weird noise, like she couldn't comprehend. She bonked her forehead against his solar plexus and mumbled hot breaths into him. "Where would Taeyang get booze from? You're talking nonsense~ This is my house, where else would I gooo?"
Normally, Jieun acted as mature as possible to compensate for her looks, but whenever she got drunk like this, it was like she unleashed all her pent-up emotions at once, turning into a total mess.
"Yeah, where should you go?"
Taeyang, who knew this all too well, placated her with practiced ease. Suddenly, Jieun smirked and placed her hand on his thigh. Anyone else would freak out—or faint. It was sexual harassment on a whole other level.
"So haaard..."
Letting out a sinister chuckle, her hand crept toward his crotch. Such intense physical contact would terrify any other guy, but between Taeyang and Jieun, it was just everyday skinship.
"Up you go."
He left her hand on his thigh alone and scooped her up. Supporting her under the knees and back in the classic princess carry, he laid her on the living room sofa. As he pulled away, Jieun, who had been groping his thigh with a goofy grin, snapped her head up. Her eyes went wide like a meerkat's as she looked around frantically. Of course, her eyes were just big—there wasn't a shred of focus in them.
She mumbled, "My hooouse... the sofa's... somewhere..."
Still convinced this was her place, she rolled over and buried her face in the leather. "Sniff sniiiiff—haaah... Kinda smells like Taeyang, doesn't it?"
"That's sexual harassment, you know."
Chuckling, Taeyang grabbed an ice cream bar from the fridge. Figuring she couldn't even unwrap it in her state, he peeled it open and held out the stick. "Here. Eat this and sober up a bit."
She took the Melona in a daze, and Taeyang asked, "How many bottles did you down?"
"Dunno... Stopped counting after four..."
"Just soju?"
"Niii-nooo..."
From what Taeyang knew, Jieun's limit was about three and a half bottles, so four plus whatever else made this level of blackout totally expected. Still, it was impressive how much soju that tiny body could hold.
"I paced myself... but third round with the makgeolli was overkill. Kihiieee!"
To eat the ice cream, she made a weird noise and sat up. Staring blankly at the Melona, she clasped her hands like in prayer. "Ubbhehep."
She gripped the stick between her palms and twisted her hands back and forth. "Churrrurp—churooorup—"
The sounds echoing weren't exactly "eating ice cream"—they were downright lewd. As if to prove how drunk she was, Jieun slurped the Melona with every obscene noise imaginable. Naturally, she wasn't eating neatly, so the results were messy. She melted it with her tongue and lips but didn't swallow properly, letting it drip down her chin. Melted green ice cream dotted her flat chest.
Several green spots bloomed on her shirt over her barely-there breasts. Taeyang added curtly, "Don't drip on the sofa."
"Chuuuuururuup. Hehe."
"You get it or not? Anyway, finish eating and behave. I'll be right back."
Taeyang slipped on his slippers and headed to the door. This wasn't the first time—this was routine. Wasted Jieun refused to go home, insisting this was her place, so logic was pointless. Better to let her crash here and notify her mom than drag her back amid protests. And notifying was easy—she lived right next door over.
He skipped the immediate neighbor and stood at the next door's entrance, pressing the intercom.
Taeyang nodded lightly at the intercom camera. "Hello. It's me."
Click—the line cut, and soon someone opened the door from inside. Lee Jieun's mother, Lee Jiyun, nodded as she opened up.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?"
Taeyang gave a wry smile and glanced toward his place. It was a downside of fancy apartments—soundproofing was so good that unless you were yelling right at the door, noise didn't carry. Even with Jieun's racket at his doorstep, Jiyun seemed oblivious.
"Jieun noona. She's crashing at my place. Well, not sleeping yet, but she will be."
Despite the rambling explanation, Jiyun got it instantly. Her face twisted, and a grind of teeth made Taeyang tense up unnecessarily.
"I send her to college, and..."
Jiyun pressed her forehead and sighed. Her eyes flicked to the baseball bat in the shoe closet corner. She muttered bitterly, "Causing a scene at someone else's house... Should just break that wench's legs with this damn thing."
A grown adult coming home sloshed? Pathetic, but forgivable as youthful folly at 20. But Jieun's antics went way beyond that. Even after years of close ties like family, what parent could tolerate their daughter pulling that on a younger boy? Jiyun apologized bitterly.
"Sorry about that."
Of course, this was Jiyun not knowing about Taeyang and Jieun's secret relationship—it was all a misunderstanding. Taeyang flashed a good-natured grin.
"Hahaha. Jieun noona just likes me that much."
"Still, that's no excuse. I oughta go drag that bitch..."
"No, no."
Taeyang waved his hands frantically. Knowing Jieun's drunken habits, this was a disaster waiting to happen. If Jiyun came over now, blood would spill. "She'll just whine about not going home. I'll let her sleep in the living room and send her back tomorrow morning."
"If you say so, that's a relief. But aren't you and Moonbyeol in the middle of important stuff?"
Jiyun sighed worriedly. "If fussing over that brat tanks your grades... I couldn't face your parents."
Her concern was valid. While Taeyang's parents were abroad, she was their guardian. She and his folks had been close neighbors for a decade, practically family.
"It's fine. Moonbyeol's studying all night at a study room with friends, so it's just me home."
"...If Moonbyeol were there, maybe. But you're alone—that's more of a problem, isn't it?"
"Uh... ah... haha."
Taeyang scratched his head with an awkward laugh. Even after nearly 20 years, he still hadn't fully adapted to this world.
"I'm good. It's not just anyone—it's Jieun noona."
"Yeah... If she has any conscience, she won't touch you."
From what Taeyang knew, Jieun's dad had run off when she was little, leaving Jiyun to raise her alone. When Jiyun worked, Jieun was left by herself—until Taeyang's parents happily took her in. After that, Jieun always stopped at their house after school first, roaming the neighborhood with Taeyang, Moonbyeol, and Ahyeon like a set. They were family in every way. No wonder she pounded on his door drunk, homing in like instinct.
That dual-household routine paused when Jiyun went remote, but resumed when Taeyang's parents went abroad. Doubting if leaving minors alone was right, Jiyun stepped up. Taeyang was so mature and handy she didn't interfere much, but she stocked basics weekly and handled guardian needs.
"Yeah... You're too good, Taeyang. Sorry. Tell Jieun she'll get an earful tomorrow once she's sober."
"Got it. Good night."
Taeyang bowed with a bright smile. With Jieun's sleepover approved, all that was left was heading back for some fun time with her. She'd been busy with finals lately—this was a rare treat. Humming cheerfully, he returned home.
"You waited so nicely... Huh."
Back in the living room, Taeyang trailed off with a hollow laugh. Thank God Moonbyeol wasn't home. Seeing his long-term yogurt training pay off like this was always satisfying.
Lewd wet sounds echoed through the room. Squelch—squiiish—Jieun, lost in masturbation, glanced up and met his eyes.
"Ahng, haa... What? Taeyangggg?"
Half out of her mind, she seemed to think he'd come to her house. "What the heeell~ Did you come to impregnate noona?"
Her eyes half-lidded. She twisted her seated pose 90 degrees, fully exposing her naked lower half. Her soaked, childish pussy, drenched from how long she'd been at it, gushed fluids.