Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 331 - Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (2) 

Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (2) 

 

K-Signboard (S → A)

 

— When used with a special revolving door, its flashing neon lights catch the eyes of hunters.

 

— Due to its terrible appearance, the effect is downgraded from S to A for guests sensitive to aesthetics.

 

I sighed as I looked at the flashing sign of Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 and the special revolving door spinning beneath it.

 

Special revolving door.

 

It was an item I had obtained as a reward long ago.

 

With that item, I had planned to open Branch 4 in Paris, France.

 

Things had gone smoothly with the French Hunter Labor Union, and in about six months, Dungeon Hotel International Branch 2 was scheduled to open in Paris.

 

‘I thought everything would go off without a hitch when I was scouting the site for Branch 4…’

 

When had that plan started to go wrong?

 

I recalled what had happened about a month ago.

 

* * *

 

It was the weekend.

 

Like any ordinary long-distance couple, we set rules that would prevent either of us from feeling hurt.

 

By “we,” I mean Han Woo-hyun and me.

 

One day on either Saturday or Sunday, we had to spend the entire day together.

 

It was a rule that emphasized not just the date, but the whole day.

 

‘Today was fun. I guess I should head back to Yeongchun-myeon now.’

 

‘‘Whole day,’ remember? Stay over at my place.’

 

‘…?’

 

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

 

‘So that’s what ‘whole day’ meant? How sneaky.’

 

At my words, Han Woohyun’s earlobes flushed red. 

 

‘That kind of… meaning?’

 

‘That kind of meaning?’

 

‘…Not that it isn’t.’

 

When I laughed and pressed him, he stammered.

 

Though I teased him, the truth was clear: given the nature of my self-employed work, he had said it knowing that if he didn’t keep me tied up for even one whole day on Saturday or Sunday, I would likely work through the weekend.

 

I decided to happily let myself be fooled.

 

After all, everyone knows it’s important to balance work and personal life.

 

Our weekend dates naturally led to having dinner at Han Woohyun’s place—it became an essential part of the routine. 

 

I was the type to just order chicken and watch a movie, but Han Woohyun strongly insisted on having “home-cooked food.” 

 

‘He must have been bribed by Dad.’

 

Opening his fridge on the weekend, I would find it packed with familiar side dishes in familiar containers, along with all kinds of ingredients.

 

‘The side dish containers Dad bought not long ago…’

 

Today, too, I sighed as I looked at the freshly made kimchi taken from those familiar containers.

 

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

 

Hearing my sigh, Han Woohyun asked with concern.

 

I shook my head.

 

“It’s not that I don’t like it…”

 

Could food like this ever fail to suit my taste?

 

I looked at the milky, well-simmered beef soup, the gujeolpan, and the assorted vegetable side dishes.

 

“With this level, you could be hired as the Korean cuisine corner chef in the lobby of a dungeon hotel.”

 

“….”

 

Han Woohyun looked at me as if to ask whether I was serious.

 

I was about to submit an application.

 

Quickly, I shook my head and spoke.

 

“Let’s go out to eat from now on.”

 

“Not tasty? Tired of Korean food? Then Japanese or Chinese…?”

 

“We had Japanese last week.”

 

That day, I realized for the first time just how delicious homemade yakisoba and tonkatsu could be.

 

“We had Chinese food the week before last.”

 

Chinese food—how on earth do you even make that at home…?

 

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Han Woohyun.

 

“Be honest.”

 

“About what?”

 

“Are you secretly preparing to open a restaurant without telling me?”

 

Han Woohyun let out a quiet, soft laugh at my question.

 

His head sank between his broad shoulders and then lifted again.

 

I liked these moments when he smiled like a boy.

 

It was the moment I found myself touching his cheekbones without realizing it.

 

He pressed his lips naturally against my hand.

 

His breath tickled my palm.

 

His hand slid around to my waist.

 

He pressed his forehead against the nape of my neck and murmured,

 

“If I open a restaurant in this house, will you come every day? Sleep over every day… wake up with me every day…”

 

“Mm…”

 

I exhaled deeply, feeling his lips tracing forbidden paths.

 

“You’ll just hang out with me every day, right?”

 

Before I knew it, he was looking up at me and speaking.

 

Another proposal.

 

Again.

 

It was hardly surprising.

 

Lately, he proposed as easily as breathing.

 

I got a new table—what do you think?

 

Even just a few days ago, when I had gotten new furniture—

 

Woohyun

 

Pretty.

 

I want to be pretty too.

 

What…?

 

Woohyun

 

Because that’s the only way you’ll let me in. You.

 

And a month ago, he even learned how to bake a cake from baker Kim Euihae. 

 

‘Learning baking too… this might be a bit dangerous.’

 

‘What’s dangerous?’

 

The livelihoods of restaurant owners are in danger, you fool.

 

‘Is your goal to become some big shot in the food industry? What about your hunter work?’

 

‘I have only one goal.’

 

‘What is it?’

 

‘A wise wife and mother.’

 

Again.

 

Again.

 

Another proposal.

 

Since when had he become this honest?

 

Come to think of it, ever since his uncle passed away, Han Woohyun no longer showed fear.

 

The fundamental fear of getting close to someone.

 

With that fear gone, Han Woohyun expressed everything honestly.

 

“I only want you as my guest. As long as I have you, that’s enough.”

 

He whispered, his words brushing against a delicate line.

 

I fiddled with his chin as he looked up at me.

 

‘Such a handsome face.’

 

I remembered the commotion a few months ago when Han Woohyun’s profile photo was registered at the Hanwoon Guild.

 

For a long time, Han Woohyun had maintained an air of mystery and had never officially revealed his face.

 

But after his family issues were resolved, he said he no longer felt the need to live secretly.

 

‘Besides, my girlfriend is famous anyway.’

 

Even just going to an amusement park, people would recognize him, and photos taken there would end up on community sites—it was ridiculous to think he could hide his face any longer.

 

Right. Ridiculous…

 

Ridiculous, but…

 

‘Every time I see Han Woohyun’s face becoming a topic of conversation, it feels… strange.’

 

For example, like this.

 

Did you see HWH’s profile picture on the Hanwoon official site? ㅠㅠㅠ 

 

He’s really handsome. 

 

Of all things, the suit kind of gives off a school uniform vibe, like he’s about to join an idol survival program.

 

But did you see the ring on his right hand?

 

They’re both young, so it’s probably just a couple ring, but… ah… it feels like there’s a hole right in the middle of my chest… That guy belongs to someone else ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ@@

 

└ Since it’s for the boss, it’s not… really a waste… ah…

 

└ Every time I see HWH, I thought “actor type,” but this profile pic is very much “idol type” vibes. 

 

└└ Actor type… idol? 

 

└ Many overseas fans don’t even know HWH has a girlfriend… Among those who found out late, the fans of the Dungeon Hotel boss and HWH’s fandom are going at it tooth and nail.

 

└└ Hunters aren’t celebrities, what kind of fandom fight is this

 

└└└ Geez…

 

└└└└ Hunters contribute to national defense and the economy through monster byproducts… (read more)

 

└ I just wish both the boss and H.W.H stayed public property…

 

Having a popular boyfriend who only looks at me is definitely a good thing. But still…

 

“….”

 

“….?”

 

Unconsciously, I pressed my finger against Han Woohyun’s forehead.

 

His face, caught in the middle of those playful gestures, looked puzzled.

 

I pressed his cheeks firmly with both hands.

 

He looked at me with a questioning gaze.

 

My expression twisted.

 

Usually, pressing on both sides like this would debuff someone’s looks.

 

‘He just looks a bit cuter, that’s all.’

 

Why is his face so perfect?

 

I praised Han Woohyun’s face, the same one that had been circulating in the community, and remembered the comments lamenting that he belonged to someone else.

 

Of course, I would never let Han Woohyun know how I felt.

 

I pouted and spoke.

 

“Let’s go out for dessert. I’m tired of home-cooked meals. Staying in all the time gets boring.”

 

At the word boring, Han Woohyun looked at me with shocked eyes.

 

“Boring?”

 

How could it be boring?

 

I’m seeing that face, so fun to look at, up close like this.

 

Besides, I tend to get drained if we stay in all the time.

 

Still, if it was just the two of us today, who knew what we might say, so we had to go out.

 

“Boring…” 

 

I pretended not to hear Han Woohyun muttering as we finished our meal.

 

By the time I checked my phone for the box office number one showing at the cinema near our place, it was already 9 p.m.

 

Saturday evening, 9 p.m.

 

Remembering that it was peak time at the cinema, Han Woo-hyun decided to reserve one of the new private rooms.

 

A theater just for the two of us.

 

The ticket price would be high, but at least it would be comfortable… though, really, does that make going out meaningful?

 

Even so, I agreed with Han Woohyun’s idea, recalling all the whispers I’d heard from crowds at the amusement park.

 

‘People recognizing me… totally draining…’

 

Even without anyone recognizing me, the cinema still drained my energy.

 

So we ate snacks in the theater lounge, had some movie popcorn for the first time in a while, and watched the film in a cozy, comfortable atmosphere.

 

Up until this point, there were no problems.

 

That is, until the next day, when headlines like this appeared. 

 

Han Woohyun proposes at the cinema? Ranking #1, marriage rumors erupt! Han Woohyun tells close associates his dream is ‘an ideal wife and mother’…! 

 

Who’s this “close associate”?

 

Because it’s definitely not me.