Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 293

287. Come here.

 

Secretary Lee Myunghan

 

Yes. I’ve checked the file you sent.

 

Oh, by the way, Watanabe’s side suddenly inquired about Ms. Junghyo’s well-being.

 

He said he had a disturbing dream…

 

I’ll ignore it.

 

Junghyo, who had been fiddling with her phone, looked up at Han Woohyun’s voice.

 

“What?” 

 

“The photo on the first floor. I was asking if it was really taken at the graduation ceremony.”

 

“Ah. Yeah. That…”

 

It seems like she lost focus for a moment.

 

She suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at Han Woohyun, who was sitting on the bed because there was no chair.

 

For reference, Junghyo was sitting right next to him.

 

‘I forgot that Aunt said she was going to buy a new chair…’

 

Junghyo quickly got up from her seat and pulled out a stack of photos from the desk drawer.

 

Then she sat down on the rug-covered floor beneath the bed.

 

‘A natural seat change…’

 

It felt a bit strange for the two of them to be sitting together on the bed in an empty annex.

 

It all could have been avoided if she hadn’t shown Han Woohyun around the room in the first place—

 

‘….’

 

Han Woohyun, who had been quietly looking down at her own photo earlier, seemed to have calmed down a bit, so she couldn’t help but call him.

 

And to be honest—

 

‘I mostly wanted to find out.’

 

That memory.

 

Whether other people also have it to the point where they can’t tell if it’s a dream or reality.

 

Or if there are people who remember it clearly.

 

She had called Han Woohyun for that purpose, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had fallen into her own trap.

 

“There are more photos here. I wonder if there’s one with you in it, too?”

 

“There probably isn’t any. You left first, so we couldn’t take a photo together.”

 

It sounds like he wanted to take a photo together.

 

Junghyo felt like asking why he wanted to take photos with her so badly, why he kept her photos for so long.

 

Where did those feelings start?

 

Did he start feeling sorry for her after seeing her say she wouldn’t love anything in the rain?

 

It didn’t matter if the beginning of his feelings was sympathy, but still, there were times when he was curious. 

 

While lost in those thoughts, Han Woohyun suddenly supported himself on his arms on the bed and sat down beside Junghyo. 

 

Junghyo flinched and stepped back as Han Woohyun’s body suddenly moved closer, but Han Woohyun quietly took the photo without much reaction, then held it above Junghyo’s head and stared at it.

 

“It’s pretty.” 

 

“….?”

Startled by the sudden words, Junghyo tried to look at Han Woohyun’s face. But his face was hidden behind her photo, so she couldn’t see it clearly.

 

“It was cool. You looked strong.”

 

As Han Woohyun slowly lowered the photo, Junghyo quietly looked up at him.

 

Junghyo’s jet-black eyes, slightly upturned like a cat’s, somehow looked a little embarrassed.

 

“I was a non-awakened person back then.”

 

“….”

 

Sometimes, when she gives answers like this, she seems a bit drained.

 

She also seemed cute.

 

Han Woohyun ended up chuckling.

 

“…Why are you laughing?”

 

“It’s just. When I see you… it’s kind of funny.”

 

“Do I look funny?”

 

When Junghyo lightly fiddled with his cheek, Han Woohyun grabbed her hand and pulled it away. His firm hand wrapped around Junghyo’s soft hand.

 

Cold.

 

Hot.

 

While the two were thinking different thoughts, Han Woohyun opened his mouth.

 

“You told me not to die.”

 

“Me… uh… when was that?”

 

‘First of all, it’s too close, so I can’t think straight…’

 

She fell into a strange feeling that Han Woohyun has been treating her like a child lately.

 

And when she guessed the reason, she felt even stranger.

 

“So that’s when I realized. You’re not just waiting for someone who never comes back… you’re enduring it. You’re a strong person who’s holding on through endless days. You might have even waited for death before.”

 

At Han Woohyun’s words, Junghyo unconsciously squeezed the hand held in his hand.

 

He wasn’t wrong.

 

But the reason that words felt embarrassing was simple.

 

The reason Han Woohyun was particularly captivated by those words was because it meant that he, too, had once felt close to death.

 

“That looked strong. That’s why it was cool. As for being pretty…”

 

Han Woohyun put the photo down on the floor and unintentionally stared at her.

 

“It’s just pretty.”

 

“The conclusion is strange.”

 

Junghyo chuckled.

 

“Anyway, the beginning wasn’t sympathy, but something like admiration.”

 

At Han Woohyun’s words, Junghyo curled up, leaning against the bed.

 

Admiration?

 

It was a word that made her heart ache.

 

What do you mean by someone who admires me?

 

She lived feeling useless until she started the hotel, became an Awakened, and began saving hunters.

 

The guilt of not being able to help at all when her dad disappeared.

 

The helplessness of being unable to do anything without the help of her uncle and aunt even after her dad disappeared.

 

And even after graduating from college and entering society, the feeling of defeat from living as someone who just burns through their salary—a leftover in this society.

 

Those were the things that had always haunted her.

 

She didn’t simply feel death was near. She wanted to disappear from this world that didn’t need her.

 

She wanted to disappear.

 

So she ended up moving down to Yeongchun-myeon. It wasn’t because she wanted to start fresh in a place where no one knew her. She just… wanted to disappear.

 

“I used to think it was admiration for something I could never have, but now I’m sure.”

 

“….”

 

“I don’t need you.”

 

“….”

 

“You just need to have all of me.”

 

His lips quietly touched Junghyo’s lips and then parted. She instinctively pulled back, but Han Woohyun stopped her by pulling her hand.

 

Because of that, her upper body went limp, and she leaned against Han Woohyun.

 

“….?”

 

Strangely hanging like that, she looked up at Han Woohyun, who was smiling at her with the corners of his mouth turned up.

 

“Come here.”

 

“….”

 

Are you crazy?

 

Junghyo gritted her teeth.

 

Come here.

 

I…

 

Junghyo tightened the hand resting on Han Woohyun’s shoulder. Han Woohyun responded by gripping her hand a little more firmly.

 

I think the one who’s gone crazy isn’t you… it’s probably me.

 

Thinking that, she followed his touch and pressed her lips to his.

 

A sound like a bursting water droplet scattered into the air.

 

Han Woohyun brushed Junghyo’s hair back and looked over the top of her head.

 

The clear desire for him hovered above her head.

 

To think that behind that always calm face, such messy thoughts were running through her head—

 

I’m going crazy.

 

Han Woohyun felt the heat rising in his head and almost exploding.

 

“Come here.”

 

He unconsciously hugged her waist. Seriously, he couldn’t stand it without getting closer.

 

Like a fish swept away by the waves and thrown out of the water.

 

My throbbing heart desperately wants you.

 

He kissed her lips, slipping between them to explore her depths. Unlike her cool skin, the tender mucosa was overflowing with warmth.

 

A short, sticky sound of friction clouded her ears. The heat spreading inside her mouth made her face flush.

 

‘I can’t breathe well…’

 

When she unconsciously tried to pull away, his arms wrapped around her more tightly, as if to soothe her. Like waves that recede only to surge forward again, drawing closer each time she moved back.

 

Their bodies grew closer and closer.

 

When she came to her senses, she suddenly realized that she was on top of his thighs.

 

‘What am I…’

 

What are you doing!

 

You shouldn’t be here like this.

 

Maybe the problem was that she called Han Woohyun here in the first place.

 

“Uncle and aunts will be waiting—”

 

“They won’t be waiting.”

 

“What?” 

 

To the flustered Junghyo, Han Woohyun, as if it was only natural, fed her a piece of fruit that was nearby.

 

‘Why am I eating this again…’

 

As Junghyo, with a puzzled expression, took the apple slice, Han Woohyun smiled and said.

 

“The association president told me to peel some fruit for the annex.”

 

“….?”

 

“I got fooled again this time.”

 

Junghyo looked down at Han Woohyun, who gently brushed her hair back with his glossy lips, feeling flustered.

 

“You’re eating well. Our Junghyo.”

 

Crazy brat. 

 

‘You’re eating well. Our Woohyunie.’

 

You’re doing exactly what I said.

 

Junghyo could tell for sure.

 

This guy remembered everything exactly.

 

Yeah, confirmed.

 

If she wanted confirmation, at least she got it.

 

She comforted herself that way.