Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

The next morning, I walked to my locker with Jan-Di by my side. Min-Ji was nowhere to be seen, but I figured she'd show up eventually. As I opened my locker, I noticed the confused look on Jan-Di's face.

"What the hell is this?!"

I followed her gaze. A red card—the infamous mark of F4's wrath—sat inside her locker. Jan-Di scoffed, scrunching it into a ball before tossing it onto the floor like it was trash.

She didn't seem fazed, but I was.

"This isn't good," I muttered, my stomach sinking.

Jan-Di's desk was vandalized—covered in crude words and sketches scribbled in permanent marker. We sighed, searching for another place to sit. As we walked through the halls, I could feel the stares, the hushed whispers, and the growing sense of unease. Jan-Di clenched her jaw, muttering "Go Jun-Pyo."

"I'll check the left; you go right," I suggested.

A terrible mistake.

I had left her alone. No protection.

By the time I realized it, laughter erupted from the hallway. I turned just in time to see eggs and flour raining down on Jan-Di.

"Is this all you got?! Bring it on!" she screamed at the crowd, defiant as ever.

Students laughed, hurling more eggs. The sharp crack of shells breaking echoed in my ears. I gasped and ran to shield her, my blazer absorbing the mess meant for her. Flour coated my hair, falling like snowflakes. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Min-Ji hiding. She wasn't laughing, but she wasn't helping either. I couldn't blame her—fear kept her frozen.

Once we escaped, Jan-Di went straight to the bathroom while I collapsed onto the emergency staircase, trying to brush the flour out of my hair.

"Seriously, can't Jun-Pyo be mature for once?" I grumbled, frustration bubbling inside me. "Why are they so cruel to her? I hate this place. And especially F4."

"Ah, so noisy."

My breath caught in my throat.

Turning my head, I saw Ji-Hoo leaning against the railing, an amused look on his face.

I swallowed hard. "Uh... I—"

My words got stuck. Out of all F4 members, Ji-Hoo was the last one I wanted to overhear my rant. I braced myself for his reaction, but instead of lashing out, he did something unexpected.

He took out his handkerchief and brushed the flour off my uniform.

My entire face turned red.

"Now it's my turn to give you a handkerchief," he said, echoing the same words I had told Jun-Pyo yesterday.

I felt my heart stutter in my chest. Up close, Ji-Hoo looked unreal—his white clothes, his soft features. Like a prince out of a fairytale.

"Th-thank you," I stammered as he placed the fabric in my hand. "I'll wash it for you."

"No need," he replied coolly, already turning to leave. "This place is getting too noisy anyway."

I frowned. Was he leaving because of me?

Shaking my head, I pushed the thought aside and went to find Jan-Di. We decided to head home early. As we walked, my thoughts drifted—not to F4's cruelty, but to Ji-Hoo's unexpected kindness.

There was more to him than met the eye.

The next day, I went to look for Jan-Di at the swimming pool.

The second I stepped inside, my nose crinkled. The stench was revolting. Trash floated in the water—rotten food, empty cans, crumpled paper.

My heart sank. This had to be F4's doing.