Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Jan-Di and I sat in the cafeteria, surrounded by students eating extravagant meals on designer plates. I stirred my strawberry juice absentmindedly, lacking the appetite to eat. Jan-Di, however, had brought her homemade lunch, though she hesitated to open it, clearly wary of the judgmental gazes around her.

"OMG, what is that?"

The inevitable happened. Three girls—Miranda, Ginger, and Sunny—had noticed her lunch and made their way over, their expressions dripping with disdain.

Miranda wrinkled her nose dramatically. "It smells disgusting."

"It looks like a rotten egg," Ginger sneered, while Sunny nodded in agreement, fanning herself as if the very sight offended her.

I could see Jan-Di clenching her fists, anger brewing in her eyes. Before she could say anything, I decided to handle it for her.

"If you've got nothing better to do, why don't you shut up and eat your overpriced salads?" I shot back, my voice calm but firm.

The three witches snapped their heads toward me, their eyes burning with irritation.

"Just because you have a new friend doesn't mean you're on our level," Sunny scoffed before spraying her perfume into the air, as if cleansing the space of Jan-Di's presence. With one final glance of superiority, they strutted away.

Jan-Di sighed, shaking her head. "They are horrible," she muttered under her breath.

I shrugged. "They're annoying, but compared to F4? They're just flies buzzing around trash."

Just then, a timid voice interrupted us.

"Can... I try that?"

A girl, hesitant but curious, pointed at Jan-Di's lunch. Her big, doll-like eyes sparkled with interest. Delighted, Jan-Di quickly offered her a taste, and the girl's face lit up as she took a bite.

"This is delicious!" she beamed.

As we chatted, I learned her name was Min-Ji. She was different from the others—gentle, kind, and refreshingly unpretentious. But just as I was beginning to enjoy the moment, the cafeteria atmosphere shifted.

F4 had arrived.

"Great, here comes the mood killer," Jan-Di muttered, and we both snickered.

Like always, the entire student body flocked to them, worshiping the ground they walked on. Among them, one girl stood out—nervous, trembling, and clutching a small cake.

"S-Senior... I-I made this for you," she stammered, extending the box toward Jun-Pyo.

I sighed, already knowing how this would end.

Jun-Pyo smiled. But it wasn't kind. It was the smirk of a predator toying with its prey. Before anyone could react, he grabbed the cake and smashed it into her face.

Gasps echoed throughout the cafeteria.

Nobody moved. Nobody dared to. Not even Jan-Di, who had been badmouthing him just moments ago.

I, however, had seen enough.

Standing up, I walked to the girl and bent down, offering her my handkerchief. She took it with trembling hands before running off in tears.

"You didn't have to be so cruel," I said, my voice unwavering as I met Jun-Pyo's gaze.

F4 turned toward me, surprised.

Jun-Pyo's smirk faded. "Stay out of my business," he warned, his voice sharp with irritation.

I crossed my arms, unfazed. "The moment you turn this school into your personal playground, it becomes everyone's business. You may think people worship the ground you walk on, but I'd rather spit on it."

Yi-Jung and Woo-Bin chuckled at my words, but Jun-Pyo was less amused. He stepped forward, ready to put me in my place—until Ji-Hoo casually placed a hand on his chest.

"Let's go," Ji-Hoo murmured.

Jun-Pyo hesitated, but with a final glare in my direction, he turned away, leading his group out of the cafeteria.

"You were so cool, Sora!" Min-Ji gushed, while Jan-Di nodded in agreement.

I smiled, brushing it off. It wasn't about being cool. It was about standing up for what was right.

—

Later, during our break, Min-Ji treated us to ice cream as we wandered around campus, chatting about everything from makeup to our favorite actors. It was the first time in a while that I felt like a normal high schooler, giggling over silly things instead of being surrounded by people flaunting their wealth.

But the moment was short-lived.

Min-Ji's ice cream slipped from her cone—landing directly on someone's shoe.

Not just anyone's shoe.

Jun-Pyo's.

The entire courtyard fell into silence.

Min-Ji's face drained of color. "S-Senior... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Jun-Pyo's jaw tightened. "Do you know how much these shoes cost?" he said coldly. "They're handmade from Italy. There's only one pair like them in the world."

Min-Ji trembled. "I-I'll do anything to make up for it. Please—"

"Lick it, then."

Even F4 seemed caught off guard by his command. Jan-Di, on the other hand, was livid.

"Are you serious?! An apology isn't enough for your spoiled ass?" she snapped, stepping in front of Min-Ji protectively.

Yi-Jung smirked. "Oh? And who's this? Wonder Woman?" He gave her a once-over, clearly sizing her up.

Jan-Di crossed her arms. "Well, I'm happy to disappoint you," she shot back without hesitation.

I grinned. She's fearless.

Jun-Pyo's smirk deepened. "Since you're so eager to defend her, why don't you lick it instead?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Jan-Di's face. Slowly, she bent down, moving toward his shoe—

And then dumped the rest of her ice cream onto his pristine white shirt.

The courtyard exploded into gasps.

Jun-Pyo looked down at himself, stunned.

Jan-Di smirked. "Why don't you wash it yourself once you learn how to earn your own money, loser?"

She turned on her heel and strode off, Min-Ji following closely behind.

Silence hung in the air. Then, slowly, I pulled out my handkerchief, placed it in Jun-Pyo's hand, and smirked.

"This is my second time handing one out today," I mused.

Then, without another word, I walked away.

I just hoped this wouldn't come back to bite us.

But knowing Jun-Pyo?

It definitely would.