Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

When no one believed Jan-Di, I was the only one who did. Jun-Pyo was too blinded by his own emotions to see the truth, choosing to believe the lies instead. I knew something was off, and there was only one person who could be behind it.

I stormed toward Min-Ji's desk and kicked her table, making her jump in her seat. She looked up at me with feigned innocence, but I wasn't buying it.

"What did you do to Jan-Di?" I demanded, my voice sharp and unwavering.

Min-Ji's eyes darted around nervously before she forced out a weak excuse. "I—I don't know. We went to the nightclub, and she wanted a drink. Then she left me alone."

I studied her carefully. She was lying.

"What?! You were the one who kept telling me to drink!" Jan-Di burst out angrily.

I placed a hand on her arm, stopping her before she lost her temper. I understood her anger—I felt it too. Min-Ji had pretended to be our friend, but now her mask was slipping.

"Let's go," I whispered to Jan-Di. "We'll figure this out."

We left the room, ignoring the murmurs and judgmental stares from our classmates. We had more important things to deal with.

After a lot of pleading, we managed to get Yi-Jung and Woo-Bin on our side. Ga-Eul joined us as well, forming an unlikely team of detectives.

"Okay, so how do we find this guy?" Ga-Eul asked, glancing between us.

Yi-Jung, who had been unusually quiet, was watching her with a small smirk. My stomach twisted. Of course, he would be interested in her—she was kind and beautiful. I shook off the thought, forcing myself to focus on the situation at hand.

I studied the picture again. Something about it didn't add up.

"There's no sweat on their faces," I muttered.

The others turned to me, confused. Jan-Di's brows furrowed in thought before realization dawned on her.

"If they had really... you know... there would be sweat," I explained, choosing my words carefully. "But they both look perfectly untouched."

Jan-Di gasped suddenly. "The lipstick!"

"What about it?" Woo-Bin asked.

"I wore pink lipstick that night, but when I woke up, there was red lipstick on the table."

A smile tugged at my lips. "That's it. This was staged." I pointed at the man in the photo. "And he has a tattoo. If we can track him down, we can prove this was fake."

Woo-Bin's eyes darkened. "I'll have my men look into it."

Yi-Jung pulled out his phone. "I'll handle the hotel."

Within minutes, we had leads. One of Woo-Bin's contacts recognized the tattoo from a local parlor, while Yi-Jung got the address of the hotel where Jan-Di had been taken.

We had to split up. Woo-Bin and the girls would track down the guy, while I went with Yi-Jung to check the hotel.

As we walked in silence, Yi-Jung finally spoke. "Who do you think did this?"

I didn't hesitate. "Someone obsessed with Jun-Pyo. Min-Ji is the most obvious suspect."

Yi-Jung nodded, but I could tell he had something else on his mind.

"About yesterday—"

I sped up my pace. "I think the hotel is just up ahead."

"Sora, why are you running away from me?"

I clenched my fists. "I'm not."

"You are." He sighed, stepping in front of me. "Why won't you even consider giving me a chance?"

I hesitated before answering. "Because you're a playboy, Yi-Jung. How do I know your feelings won't change in a week?"

For the first time, his usual smirk faltered. "Then let me prove it to you."

I shook my head. "Don't change for me. One day, you'll see I'm just a broken doll."

Before he could respond, we reached the hotel. Yi-Jung flashed his credit card, and soon we were reviewing the security footage.

Jan-Di's attacker carried her into the room, his face caught on camera. We had everything we needed.

When we reached the room, the door was slightly open. Inside, Jun-Pyo stood face to face with Min-Ji.

"I like you, senior!" she confessed desperately.

Jun-Pyo's expression was cold, his fury barely contained. "You disgust me," he spat. "Don't ever show your face to me again."

Min-Ji collapsed to the floor, trembling as tears streamed down her face.

Yi-Jung and I stood just outside, watching. I was about to step forward, but Yi-Jung grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Yi-Jung, let me go," I said, trying to pull away.

But he held firm. Then, without warning, he dragged me to a secluded hallway. Before I could react, he pressed me against the wall, caging me between his arms.

My breath hitched.

"I can't control this anymore," he whispered. His eyes burned into mine, raw and intense. "I smile like an idiot every time I see you. You have no idea what you do to me, Sora."

If he weren't a notorious playboy, I might have believed him. My mind screamed at me to resist, but my heart wavered.

Just then—

"Sora! Oh my—!"

Jan-Di's voice shattered the moment. Yi-Jung pulled away, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Without another word, I turned and walked away, needing to put as much distance between us as possible.

At least for now.

Because I wasn't sure how much longer I could resist So Yi-Jung.