Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 242

236. Well done.

 

Cut ties? 

 

That too, from Uncle Junsoo? 

 

I was a little surprised.

 

“Maybe he didn’t really mean it?” 

 

Han Woohyun cautiously suggested his opinion. But I shook my head. 

 

In truth, Uncle Junsoo’s usual behavior can be a bit impulsive, so to those who don’t know him well, it’s easy to think he’s someone who speaks carelessly. 

 

However, Uncle Junsoo is a very delicate person. 

 

Especially when it comes to relationships. 

 

So he would never use a word like “cutting ties.” 

 

Kim Junsoo.

 

(Photo) 

 

I’m going to try the trendy highball these days >_<. 

 

Hwang Misoon 

 

Are you making a highball instead of taking a shot of the blue-label whiskey? 

 

Let’s cut ties, Kim Junsoo.

 

For example, if you say the word ‘cut ties’ as a joke, Uncle Junsoo will call you right away. 

 

‘Cutting ties? How can you say something like cutting ties? I apologize~!’

 

‘I, I got it.’

 

‘Tch, tch, spit five times!’

 

Even though it’s a joke, Uncle Junsoo is surprisingly the type to always say things he can keep.

 

That way of speaking is somewhat casual and playful.

 

‘Not only is the word ‘cutting ties’ unusual for him, but he rarely leaves without saying anything.’

 

Did Uncle Junsu declare a break in relations with Aunt Misoon and leave for Seoul without waiting for me to return? 

 

This was a bit strange. 

 

I decided to head down to the first floor. 

 

-Drrrrt…

 

And as soon as I got down to the first floor, I made a phone call somewhere before going to the cafe. 

 

I heard the sound of someone picking up the call after it rang about two times. 

 

And I also heard this very small voice. 

 

– Ugh…! It picked up. Damn smart watch!

 

It’s Uncle Junsoo’s voice. 

 

I knew this would happen. No matter how much he tries to hide, my calls always get answered automatically.

 

“Uncle. I’m calling without telling anyone. I just got back to the hotel.”

 

When I looked at the building across from the hotel entrance, I saw the members of the baby Junghyo fan club busily making phone calls to someone through the large windows.

 

Everyone seemed flustered by Uncle Junsoo’s sudden behavior. 

 

Moreover, the uncles and aunts had the first phone number of Uncle Junsoo. 

 

Uncle is carrying the second phone that he only revealed to me.

 

‘This is Junghyo and my secret~!’ 

 

I never expected that the secret number he shared with me would come in handy like this. 

 

– ….

 

But it seemed like the other person didn’t believe me and stayed silent. Still, he couldn’t hang up the call.

 

“If not, why would I have called this number?”

 

In that situation, I threw out the biggest bait that would have tempted Uncle, 

 

“This is our little secret. Do you think I would spill it to anyone else?”

 

– Hng… hnggg…

 

The other person took the bait.

 

– Junghyo-yaaaa~ When did you get here~? I missed you…! Hwang Misoon is such a bad person~!

 

Yeah. 

 

Right after returning, I was faced with the incident of Uncle running away.  

 

I swallowed those words and asked Uncle. 

 

“You’re still in Yeongchun-myeon, right? Please tell me your location. I’ll go there right away.” 

 

– …! How did you…! 

 

How did I? 

 

There’s no way Uncle would leave Yeongchun-myeon without me being back yet.

 

Having come all this way down.

 

That’s the Uncle Junsu I know. 

 

But I hesitated for a moment as I saw Aunt Misoon, with her bomb-like hair, pulling at it through the large window. 

 

The image of Uncle riding a motorcycle and slicing through monsters. 

 

Thinking back on that image made me feel a little strange. 

 

But sometimes, Uncle is a bit unpredictable… 

 

– Ah, I don’t know, I don’t know! Don’t look for me~!

 

At that moment—

 

Tuk.

 

The phone hung up.

 

* * *

 

“It’s Junghyo.”

 

The first person to recognize me was Dad.

 

It was supposed to be a heartfelt reunion between father and child, but due to circumstances, that had to be skipped. 

 

“The association staff said that even location tracking is not working. Tomorrow is the day he has to attend the association meeting! What should I do?!” 

 

Today was the day before the International Federation, so Secretary Myunghan, who had come to pick up Junsoo, looked like he was about to cry. 

 

‘It’s hard to believe that even Uncle Myunghan can’t get in touch with him.’ 

 

I looked at Aunt Misoon, who was the one that Uncle Junsoo had declared a break with, but she subtly avoided my gaze. Dad asked in disbelief. 

 

“No, why on earth did the kid disappear all of a sudden while dealing with the guests? What did you fight about this time?” 

 

“We’ve been fighting like this for a day or two, you know?”

 

“That’s right! It’s not like you’ve been fighting for a day or two! This is the first time Kim Junsoo hasn’t answered my phone! That guy, who carries everything that can be synced to his phone—from his tablet to his smartwatch, earbuds, and Bluetooth speaker—left all of that behind!” 

 

Dad spread out Junsoo’s devices on the table where Misoon was sitting in an angry voice. 

 

Among them was even the smartwatch I gave him as a gift.

 

‘Now even the second phone isn’t answering.’

 

As I looked at Aunt Misoon with the same subtle pressure as Dad, Uncle Minhyuk gently tapped the table with his long, elegant fingers before standing up. 

 

“It seems like the solution is important, not the reason. The association president is gone. If the government finds out about this, it’s just a matter of time before they declare a national crisis.” 

 

“We need to know the reason before we can even think about finding a solution…” 

 

At that moment, Uncle Minhyuk’s cell phone rang. 

 

The expression on Uncle’s face hardened at the sight of the ringing name. 

 

And as soon as he answered the call, Uncle spoke in a slightly flustered tone that was uncharacteristic of him. 

 

“Sister-in-law.” 

 

The other person was Uncle Junsoo’s wife, Aunt Mikyung. 

 

Uncle had gone to Seoul and hadn’t even returned home. 

 

But Uncle Minhyuk called to find out Uncle Junsoo’s whereabouts and ended up worrying Aunt Mikyung. 

 

“Ah, sister-in-law. No, that’s not it… um… I misspoke earlier. It seems he was at a different appointment location. So…” 

 

Thanks to that, Minhyuk was currently wearing a very awkward expression. 

 

It felt like Aunt Mikyung’s cold voice could be heard from here. 

 

‘It seems Kim Junsoo has caused trouble again, doesn’t it?’

 

Like that. 

 

I reached out my hand towards Uncle Minhyuk. 

 

Then, I hesitated for a moment before snatching the phone from Uncle Minhyuk and greeting Aunt Mikyung. 

 

“Yes, yes, Aunt. It’s not that; Uncle actually went fishing with Han Woohyun, so I don’t think he’ll be available for a call until tonight.” 

 

– Fishing…?

 

The stiff tone made me feel a bit intimidated, but I gathered all my strength to continue. 

 

“Yes. Um…”

 

At times like this, you need a reason.

 

I needed to smoothly change the subject while subtly hinting at the reasons I couldn’t share. 

 

If I didn’t do that, not only would I be questioned about the reason for Uncle Junsoo’s disappearance, but I could also imagine how much Aunti and the twins would be worrying. 

 

“I actually spent the night with Han Woo-hyun. So Uncle said he would check to see if Han Woohyun is suitable as a son-in-law…” 

 

I felt the atmosphere turn cold at those words, but I tried to continue the call.

 

“I guess he was a little worried.” 

 

D, did it work? 

 

I rolled my eyes, trying to interpret the silence on the other end of the line. 

 

– …So you two are getting back together?

 

Aunt Mikyung’s calm voice continued. 

 

Is it working? 

 

“Yes…Well…I think so…”

 

– Make sure to tell him to do well. If that guy messes up, Kim Junsoo will worry, and if Kim Junsoo worries—

 

“….”

 

– I get tired.

 

As expected, Aunt Mikyung. 

 

She’s cold. 

 

When people hear that she was the goddess of art, most people might think of a pure and innocent artist who shows off her delicate neckline and draws pictures with her beautiful fingers. 

 

‘Of course, she shows off her delicate neckline too.’

 

Her long black hair is tied tightly, and her eyes, which draw things like severed necks, legs, and broken fingers with her big eyes, are always a little squinty and bizarre. 

 

Is that what an artist is like? 

 

Every time I stepped into Uncle’s house, into Aunt Mikyung’s studio, I would always flinch in surprise. 

 

‘Do you want some fruit?’

 

Of course, Aunt Mikyung was a warm person, but the sight of her extending an apple with her hands covered in paint that looked like red blood was just a little frightening. 

 

Tuk.

 

Anyway, the call ended like that, and I let out the breath I had been holding back and sat down. 

 

‘It was dangerous…’ 

 

If Aunt Mikyung had pressed me further, I would have blurted out the truth in fear.

 

And it was then. 

 

“So it’s true that the two of you stayed out overnight?”

 

Two pairs of eyes shining with amusement.

 

Aunt Heeyoung was looking at me.

 

“Yes?”

 

“You’re saying you spent the night with Han Woohyun and that you’re thinking of meeting him again? Both of those are ‘the truth,’ aren’t they?”

 

Damn it. 

 

Aunt Heeyoung’s skill, the scales of justice, seemed to have been activated.

 

And the wave of that statement was, of course, enormous. 

 

“What… I thought it was just a lie the manager made up.”

 

Dad sank into his chair with a lost expression.

 

“Wow, if I tell Kim Junsoo about this, he might come back.”

 

Aunt Misoon slammed the desk, cracking it.

 

“…I don’t think that’s right.”

 

Uncle Minhyuk is—

 

“Well. That’s good.”

 

He was unexpectedly patting Han Woohyun on the back, his face flushed as if cheering him on.

 

Seeing Han Woohyun’s face turn red, it seemed like he was seriously misunderstanding something. 

 

Why did it get judged as “truth” on the “Scales of Justice”?