Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Mommy...?

I pushed the heavy door open, my small hands trembling as silence swallowed the night. Clutching my teddy bear tightly, I took a deep breath, trying to be brave. The house was dark, and the only source of light was the moon filtering in through the window.

Daddy...?

I called again, but no one answered. Just moments ago, the house had been filled with noise. Laughter. Movement. Now, only an eerie stillness remained.

My bare feet made soft squeaks against the cold floor, sending shivers down my spine. My heart pounded as my eyes landed on a fallen lamp, flickering weakly on the ground. No one was there to pick it up.

No...

I stepped into the living room, and my blood ran cold.

My parents lay motionless on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading beneath them. Their eyes were open, frozen in terror.

"Mommy... Daddy..." I dropped to my knees, shaking their lifeless bodies. Their skin was cold, and they didn't move.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision.

"NO!!!"

I jolted awake, gasping for breath. My chest heaved as I took in my surroundings. Sweat clung to my skin, my heart hammering wildly in my ribcage.

Just a nightmare.

Brushing my damp hair back, I let out a shaky sigh. No matter how much time passed, the memories still haunted me. Sleep was impossible now.

Grabbing my phone, I glanced at the screen. 2:00 AM. The night was still long. My fingers hovered over my contacts before settling on a familiar name—Go Jun-Pyo.

I hesitated. Should I really call him?

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed the dial button.

The line rang three times before a groggy voice picked up.

"Hello...?"

I bit my lip. "It's me... Sora. Sorry for waking you up."

There was some rustling on the other end before his voice sharpened with concern. "Are you okay? You sound upset. What's wrong?"

His immediate worry caught me off guard.

"I just... I can't sleep," I admitted, twisting my blanket between my fingers. "I needed someone to talk to."

A beat of silence. Then—

"Well, lucky for you, this is the Go Jun-Pyo Hotline. Your wish is my command," he said, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

A small laugh slipped past my lips. Typical Jun-Pyo.

"You know, I never thought we'd be friends," I confessed. "I hated you at first. Especially for how you treated people."

He groaned. "Park Sora, if you called just to roast me, hang up and go to sleep."

I laughed softly at his frustration. "No, listen. After getting to know you, I realized how protective you are of your friends. The way you go all out for Jan-Di... You're really cool, Jun-Pyo."

There was a pause, and I could imagine his smug grin on the other end.

"I guess I misjudged you too," he admitted. "I thought you were just another spoiled rich girl who cared about appearances. But you're different. You actually stand up for what's right."

Something about his words warmed my chest. This was Go Jun-Pyo—the same guy who acted without thinking, yet here he was, showing a side of himself I never expected.

"I have to ask, though," I said. "Why did you slam that cake into her face?"

He sighed. "I overheard her bragging to her friends about how she was going to make me her trophy boyfriend. Like I'd just fall at her feet."

I blinked. So that was the real reason. People always assumed Jun-Pyo was just a heartless jerk, but he wasn't as cruel as they made him out to be. He just saw through people's facades.

"Is fame, power, and money really all people care about?" I mused, staring at the ceiling.

"Of course," he answered like it was obvious. "There's nothing money can't buy."

I shook my head. "Not everything, Jun-Pyo. Not the things that really matter."

Silence stretched between us for a moment.

Then, his voice dropped slightly, almost hesitant.

"You're different, Sora. It makes me curious about you."

My breath hitched. Why does he sound like that? My heart thumped erratically, a warmth spreading through me.

"I should sleep," I said quickly, overwhelmed by emotions I didn't quite understand. "Thanks for talking to me."

"Anytime," he said easily.

As soon as I hung up, I clutched my phone against my chest. My heartbeat was still erratic, and the memory of his voice lingered in my head as I drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, school was the last thing on my mind.

Before I could even process what was happening, Yi-Jung had dragged me to the airport. Apparently, Seo-Hyun was leaving for France, and everyone wanted to say goodbye.

I stood awkwardly to the side, feeling like an outsider. Jun-Pyo glanced at me and smiled, and without thinking, I smiled back.

Suddenly, Jan-Di rushed toward Ji-Hoo. "You should go after her!"

Ji-Hoo gave her a small smile. "I already planned to."

He pulled out a plane ticket, surprising all of us. His love for Seo-Hyun was so obvious, it made me envious.

After saying his goodbyes, Ji-Hoo turned to me, his gaze lingering. "I hope when you read that book, you'll think of me."

I clutched the novel he had won for me at the auction, my heart swelling at the memory.

"I will," I promised.

As he disappeared through the airport gates, the atmosphere grew heavy with quiet sadness.

Jun-Pyo grabbed Jan-Di's wrist and dragged her away, leaving me alone with Woo-Bin. Yi-Jung had already left, tending to some other business.

"I want to travel too," I murmured, watching the departing flights.

Woo-Bin turned to me. "If you could go anywhere, where would it be?"

I grinned playfully. "Anywhere with you."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise before he smirked. "Oh? Then how about my room?"

I gasped, smacking his arm. "Pervert!"

He burst into laughter, dodging my half-hearted slaps as we walked toward the nearest coffee shop.

Despite everything, I was getting comfortable with them—F4.

And I knew one thing for sure: life around them would never be boring.

And that's why I stayed.