Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Jun-Pyo's question echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Could we fall in love? The very idea sent a shiver down my spine. Of course, I denied it immediately—he was in love with Jan-Di. The thought of anything else felt absurd. A few weeks ago, if he had asked, I would have told him to go to hell.

But spending time with F4 had made me see things differently. Beneath all the arrogance, Jun-Pyo was the most vulnerable of them all. He hid his fears behind tantrums, but I could see through him now. That realization stirred something inside me—a strange urge to protect him.

I ran a hand through my hair, laughing at my own thoughts. What is wrong with me? If I kept getting tangled up with F4, I was doomed. I needed space, and step one was avoiding them.

When Jan-Di invited me to Seo-Hyun's birthday party, I refused without hesitation.

"You're on your own," I teased, watching her pout dramatically.

She sighed in fake disappointment but didn't press further. I knew she'd be fine.

That night, while the rest of them attended the glamorous event, I stayed in bed, surrounded by books. A romance novel lay open in my hands—one about a woman torn between her CEO husband and her therapist lover. Twisted, dramatic, and utterly captivating. I lost myself in the emotions of the characters, flipping each page eagerly—until the sharp sound of honking outside shattered my peace.

I groaned, pushing back my covers, and peeked out the window. A sleek car was parked in front of my house, its headlights slicing through the night. Leaning casually against the hood was none other than Woo-Bin, waving at me like this was normal.

Frowning, I stepped outside, arms crossed. "Woo-Bin, what are you doing here? It's late."

He grinned, completely unfazed. "The party was boring. I needed an escape. And, uh... I may have stolen your address from Jun-Pyo."

I sighed, but I couldn't help smiling. "You guys really need to stop showing up at my house unannounced."

"If you're still awake, let's go for a drive," he offered, dangling his car keys in front of me.

The idea of fresh air was tempting. After a moment, I nodded. His smirk widened.

"Change first," he added, eyeing my oversized sleepwear. "I like the look, but I don't want you catching a cold."

My face burned at the realization—I was standing outside in my pajamas. Mortified, I rushed back inside and changed into something more suitable.

Once inside the car, I inhaled the crisp scent of his citrus cologne as he drove us through the quiet streets. The night air was cool, and when Woo-Bin pressed a button to open the car's roof, the wind rushed in, tangling my hair.

"Wow," I breathed, leaning back to gaze at the sky. The feeling was exhilarating—freeing.

He chuckled at my expression. "I figured you'd like this."

The highway eventually led us to the beach. The moon hung high above the water, casting a silver glow over the waves. The sound of the ocean, rhythmic and soothing, filled the air. It was peaceful, almost dreamlike.

"You know," Woo-Bin said suddenly, "I only know your name and that Jun-Pyo's mother has some connection to you. But who are you really?"

I raised a brow. "Park Sora. Seventeen. Attends Shinhwa High," I said in a mock-serious tone.

He rolled his eyes. "Very funny. I mean, what do you like? What do you hate?"

The fact that he wanted to know about me—not my background, not my family's wealth—caught me off guard.