Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

As I stepped out of class, an undeniably attractive sight greeted me. A familiar smirk played on the lips of the infamous playboy standing in front of me.

"Sora, how's your bruise? Is it getting better?" Yi-Jung's voice was smooth, laced with unexpected concern.

I blinked in surprise at his question. Out of all people, I hadn't expected him to care about my condition. Still, I gave him a small nod, which seemed to put him at ease.

"By any chance, have you seen Jan-Di?" I asked. She was the one who always brightened my day, yet she had been absent since morning.

Yi-Jung simply shrugged, not offering much of an answer.

"Say, do you want to come with me?" His sudden question made me tilt my head in confusion. Before I could even respond, he grabbed my wrist and effortlessly pulled me along.

Moments later, I found myself in an art room. It was empty, save for the two of us. My curiosity grew.

"Do you like painting?" His unexpected question caught me off guard.

"I'm not very good. I can only draw stick figures," I admitted sheepishly. Art was never my strong suit—definitely nothing like Yi-Jung's remarkable pottery skills.

He chuckled. "That's a start. Here, take a seat."

A large white canvas stood in front of me. I hesitated, unsure of what he was planning.

"I'm a little bored today, so I figured teaching you to draw might be fun." Yi-Jung leaned over me, his breath fanning against my ear. The closeness sent a rush of warmth to my cheeks.

"Why don't you try drawing that flower vase over there? I'll help you."

I hesitated. Refusing an offer from So Yi-Jung might not end well, especially if he decided to tell Jun-Pyo. That would no doubt earn me a red card, and I preferred a peaceful school life without any unnecessary chaos. Reluctantly, I nodded and picked up a paintbrush, dipping it into the blue paint.

Yi-Jung watched intently as I moved the brush across the canvas, his sharp eyes analyzing every stroke. His focus was mesmerizing. For someone known as a notorious playboy, he was incredibly serious when it came to art.

I frowned when I struggled to shape the petals of the flower. My painting wasn't turning out the way I had imagined.

"Here, let me help." He must have noticed my frustration because he reached out, guiding my hand with his own.

My heart skipped a beat at the gentle contact. His fingers were warm, steady, and surprisingly delicate. With his help, the shape of the flower slowly began to take form.

"Oh my god! It actually looks good!" I gasped, whipping my head around to face him.

That was my first mistake.

Our faces were only inches apart—so close that I could count his lashes. His gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there. My breath hitched. I felt trapped, unable to move. His eyes darkened slightly, as if debating whether to close the gap.

Then, the school bell rang.

The spell broke. Yi-Jung leaned away, his usual smirk returning.

"I'll see you again, Sora," he said smoothly before walking out of the room, leaving me flustered and speechless.

My heart pounded. Never in a million years had I imagined being this close to So Yi-Jung. It might have been nothing to him, but my cheeks burned like fire.

F4 was really something else.

"Jan-Di, where the hell have you been?!" I nearly shouted the moment I spotted her. My frustration had been building all day.