The Cursed Doll - JJK 🧸 [ Uncle With Benefit 2 ]

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Around two in the afternoon, Seokjin and I stood together in front of a residence in a neighborhood, though it was an apartment in a five-story building enclosed by a gated boundary.

Glancing at him, one could see he was comparing the address written on his small note with the plaque on the gate's pillar. Although I had requested Seokjin to accompany me from the Sunlight event, considering he had been in Busan for nearly six years and had a good knowledge of the entire city, which would enable him to guide me to the address.

I have not yet explained to him why I am seeking Manager Kim Namjoon. Although it took us nearly two hours to reach this sae-da-sing area from the Sunlight event building, the journey should have taken only 30 minutes. However, the main road in the city was heavily congested, causing further delay. Such a situation is quite unusual in Busan, as there is a nearly one-kilometer stretch of road under construction, diverting all traffic in our direction.

"Are you sure this is the house?" I asked him, to which he rolled his eyes at me with an almost foolish irritation. "The road you're standing on is sau-gu road- 42, and the house in front of you is number 23. Let's go inside now."

Seokjin took long strides forward to knock on the steel gate, but I held his wrist in an unknown apprehension. He turned to me, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"What's the matter now?"

"How should we call out?" Seokjin looked at me incredulously, as if my face was painted with absurdity.

"Have you lost your mind, or are you trying to apply the logic of biology to how how they gonna react after I knock the gate? Look, you need to find a person named Kim Namjoon; there's no need to stop now. If we don't ask someone now, how will we uncover his identity?" Seokjin coolly placed his hand on his temple, indicating that he thought my mind was in disarray. Although I won't lie, I was quite nervous.

I released his wrist from my grip, allowing him to shake the gate and compel someone to come out. Yet, I remained standing in the same place.

Within about 30 seconds, a middle-aged woman of pleasant appearance peeked out from behind the door, revealing only her face while the rest of her body remained hidden behind the gate.

"Yes?"

"Is there someone named Kim Namjoon here?" Seokjin inquired, checking the name on his note against the woman's confused and somewhat bewildered expression.

"I'm not sure who you're asking for, as we are just tenants here," the woman replied with a wry smile, trying to maintain a formal tone, while my face was clouded with complete disappointment.