Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 19

I stepped out of class, another homework in hand. Sighing, I glanced at Jan-Di, who was staring blankly at the results of her math quiz. She had failed—completely. I knew this would jeopardize her scholarship, and even Jun-Pyo couldn't save her from this misery. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at me, knowing that she needed to work harder to fix this.

"My mom is definitely going to kill me tonight," she said, her voice flat, as though she were already resigned to her fate.

"I can teach you," I offered, trying to encourage her. I wasn't going to let her give up. She was my friend, and seeing her smile at the idea made me determined to help her. There was another person who could help her, but I knew Jun-Pyo's jealousy would only complicate things.

We walked down the corridor, students passing by, when a strange man in disheveled clothes entered the hallway. His appearance was out of place, and I could see the students avoiding him. As his eyes locked onto mine, my blood ran cold. He was heading straight for us, his eyes unblinking and intense.

"M-Minyeon? Is that you?" The voice that haunted my nightmares now became a chilling reality. There he was, standing in front of me, disheveled and wild-eyed. Jan-Di tried to step forward, but the man completely ignored her, shoving her aside. His fingers clutched my arm painfully.

"Let me go!" I screamed, but his nails dug into my skin, and my heartbeat quickened, irregular with panic. The flashbacks came rushing back, unwanted and violent. I tried desperately to pull away, but the more I struggled, the more my body remembered the fear.

"She said let her go!" A voice shouted, and in an instant, I felt myself being pulled away. The man collapsed to the ground, and I saw Jun-Pyo standing over him, a look of pure fury on his face. Yi-Jung quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace as my body shook with horror. I glanced at the man, trying not to let my hatred show. Two security guards arrived shortly, escorting him out of the building.

"Minyeon, I'm sorry!" His voice trailed off as he was dragged away, his pleading becoming softer and softer.

"How could a delusional man get into the school like this? I need to fire the security staff," Jun-Pyo muttered, his voice laced with irritation. He was clearly appalled by the lax security, especially since the man had touched a student.

"Are you alright, Sora?" Ji-Hoo asked, noticing the terror on my face. My legs felt weak, and I couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Did that bastard hurt you?" Yi-Jung asked, his concern evident as he checked for any marks or injuries. He was visibly frightened by what had just occurred.

"I'll take care of her," Yi-Jung said firmly, sensing my shock and offering comfort. The others nodded, knowing that debating anything further wouldn't change the situation.

We sat on a bench outside, drinks in hand. Yi-Jung had taken me out for fresh air, never having seen me so shaken before.

"Did he mistake you for someone? Or is he a stalker?" Yi-Jung asked, his worry palpable. The man had looked crazy, and it scared him.

I clenched the chocolate drink in my hands, taking a deep breath before answering. "He mistook me for someone else." I hated lying, but it was the only explanation I could offer right now. Yi-Jung knelt down in front of me, holding my hand as he tried to calm the tremors in my fingers.

"You know I'm here for you, Sora. If there's anything you want to talk about, you can tell me." I nodded, grateful for his understanding. His small smirk returned, and he seemed to have an idea in his mind.

"You know we could get into trouble for skipping school, right?" I warned, not wanting to get caught. But the mischievous look in his eyes told me he wasn't worried.

"You really think we'd get punished?" he asked with a teasing grin.

"Well, I—uh... the point is, what are we doing here?" I stuttered, realizing that nobody at Shinhwa would ever punish us for something like skipping school.

I stood still on the stool, staring at the clay on the table. With Yi-Jung, it was always something unexpected. He had a way of pushing me into new experiences.

"Have you ever made a ceramic vase?" he asked, and I immediately knew what was coming.

And sure enough, Yi-Jung was all about impressing me with his crafty skills. He sat beside me, guiding me as I followed his every move.

"You know I'm horrible at this, right?" I joked, spinning the pottery wheel and wetting the center with a sponge. My attempts mirrored his, but it was obvious I was struggling.

I grumbled under my breath, trying to shape the clay. As my fingers wrapped around it, I felt the mud mix with my skin. When the clay started to form a cone, my gaze shifted to Yi-Jung. He was so focused, so skilled—it was impossible not to be in awe of him. His charisma was undeniable as he worked his magic with the clay, and my heart fluttered.

"Is my face that attractive?" Yi-Jung asked, noticing my lingering gaze. I gasped in shock, and my hand slipped on the clay, making the wheel stop abruptly. Yi-Jung chuckled at my mistake.

"Ah! I almost had it!" I pouted like a child before giving up. I washed my hands, watching as Yi-Jung continued to shape his vase effortlessly. His skill left me speechless, while mine was a mess.

"This is amazing!" I exclaimed, impressed by how quickly he completed the vase. Mine, on the other hand, had failed miserably.

"I'm glad this cheered you up," he said with a smile. The earlier events seemed to fade away as he focused on making me smile. The guy who had always been flirtatious was now showing a different side of himself—a side that was genuinely trying to make me feel better. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

As we locked eyes, I couldn't hold back anymore. I tugged at his collar, pulling him closer. Before I knew it, I pressed my lips to his, feeling the warmth of his minty breath. His arm instinctively pulled me closer, though he carefully avoided touching me with his clay-covered hands. As our eyes closed in anticipation, Yi-Jung took the lead, and I let him. This kiss, unlike any other, made his heart race and his stomach churn. It was sweet, addictive—a feeling he craved.

I had never been bold in my feelings before, but this time, I let my heart guide me. When we finally pulled apart, my cheeks flushed with a rosy glow.

"I want to try us," I whispered, my voice barely audible but full of conviction. I was ready to take the next step with Yi-Jung, to accept him fully as my boyfriend. After all, I deserved to love someone, and I was ready to do just that.