RULE NO1 || Jung Hoseok

Milan

In the next days, Hoseok and Y/N found themselves aboard a private jet bound for Milan. The atmosphere between them was tense, marked by an unspoken understanding of their roles and the complexities of their relationship.

Seated across from each other in the luxurious cabin, Y/N couldn't help but notice the distance in Hoseok's demeanor. He was focused on his tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed reports and strategic plans for the upcoming event. His usual warmth and charm were replaced by a cool detachment that left Y/N unsettled.

She glanced out the window, the serene expanse of clouds masking the turbulence within her. Despite their intimate encounter at the event and the undeniable chemistry between them, Hoseok's aloofness reminded her of the boundaries they couldn't cross.

Throughout the flight, Hoseok remained distant, his attention seemingly absorbed by business matters discussed with his associates over the phone. Y/n couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation about the upcoming event—a gala attended by elite members of high society. However, what struck her deeply was when Hoseok arranged for Y/n to receive her own invitation, separate from his.

She listened quietly, pretending not to be affected, as Hoseok's decision stung deeper than she cared to admit. The subtle rejection left her feeling unsure of where she stood with him, caught between the intimacy they had shared and the cold distance he now maintained. Y/n's heart sank at his words. She had hoped, even against her better judgment, that he might ask her to accompany him as his plus one. The realization that he had no intention of doing so stung more than she cared to admit

Upon landing in Milan, the atmosphere shifted. Hoseok disembarked briskly, leaving Y/n to follow with his men, feeling the weight of his unspoken message. The hotel suite they were escorted to was luxurious, yet the silence between them spoke volumes. Y/n, exhausted from the long flight and emotional turmoil, sank onto the plush bed, succumbing to sleep despite her troubled thoughts.

Hours later, a stirring in the darkness roused Y/n from her uneasy slumber. She blinked groggily, finding Hoseok beside her, his presence a comforting yet unsettling contrast. His arm draped protectively over her, pulling her close in a tender embrace. She stirred slightly, aware of his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing. observing her peaceful form with conflicted emotions swirling inside him. He knew he should keep his distance, that their relationship was built on dangerous ground. Yet, the pull he felt towards her was undeniable.

Gently, Hoseok slipped into bed beside Y/n, his touch tentative yet possessive as he pulled her close. In the quiet of the room, he whispered to himself, his voice a mixture of self-recrimination and determination.

"I should stay away from you," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "I can't let you fall in love with me. I hate this... I hate you."

As he held her, feeling her warmth against him, Hoseok couldn't ignore the rapid rise and fall of her chest, indicating she was awake and listening. Despite his resolve, he couldn't resist the urge to confront the truth between them, even if it was painful.

"What we have is just... fun," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the darkness. "It's just sex. You're not special."

Y/n's eyes fluttered open at his words, her heart aching with the sting of his harsh honesty. She listened in silence, tears pricking at her eyes, as Hoseok continued to speak, his conflicted emotions laid bare.

"I will make sure you hate me," he vowed quietly, his breath mingling with hers. "You're fooling yourself if you think this can be more. We can't be together."

His fingers brushed through her hair, a tender gesture that contradicted his harsh words. Y/n closed her eyes, absorbing his confession, the weight of his internal struggle palpable in the air between them.
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