Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

My fingers trembled as I stared down at the floor, feeling the weight of a pair of piercing eyes burning into me. It was as though I were sinking into a dark abyss. Jun-Pyo entered the room, his glare fixed on his mother with a cold fury.

"You think I was going to be a fool?" his mother sneered, scattering photos of Jan-Di across the table in a reckless heap. I sighed, knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"To think you'd deceive me by using Sora as your fiancée. You are a disgrace," she spat, her words sharp and cutting, landing a blow deep within Jun-Pyo's heart. I couldn't interfere in this confrontation.

"I don't care. Just don't touch Jan-Di," Jun-Pyo growled before storming out of the room, and I quickly followed behind him. I couldn't stay any longer—not when I knew his mother would drag me into her schemes.

"I'm really sorry, Sora," Jun-Pyo apologized as we stepped out. I shook my head, trying to convey that this wasn't his fault. We had shared a brief connection before it faded, and if Jan-Di weren't in the picture, things could have been different for us. I offered him a sympathetic smile as I left the mansion.

"What's got you upset?" Yi-Jung asked, wrapping his arm around me from behind, causing me to jump slightly. I smiled faintly, glancing up at the sky. The familiar view reminded me of Lee Min-Ha, who had tried to end her life not long ago.

"Jun-Pyo's mother already knows about his relationship with Jan-Di," I explained, my unease growing. "I have a bad feeling about this." Since meeting his mother, I felt like I was dealing with a sleeping tiger—one that you'd be foolish to wake.

"For now, we'll have to stick by their side," Yi-Jung said, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. This place, away from the eyes of the students, felt like a sanctuary for just the two of us. Our relationship was a secret, and I wanted to give it a few more days before revealing it to everyone.

"Have I told you that you look cute today?" Yi-Jung asked with a teasing smile, making my heart race. I couldn't help but smile shyly, resting my head against his chest. I wanted this, I wanted it to stay peaceful with the person I cared about.

But, as always, things weren't so simple. Jan-Di told me that Jun-Pyo's mother had visited her home, offering her money to break up with Jun-Pyo. Naturally, Jan-Di refused. The consequences followed swiftly—her family's dry-cleaning business was evicted, and now she was selling food on the streets. My heart ached for her, and I couldn't stand by idly. I joined her in her efforts.

"You really don't have to do this," Jan-Di protested, her face red with embarrassment. She felt like a burden, and I knew the Shinhwa students would look down on anyone helping her, but none of that mattered.

"Nonsense, you're my friend," I reassured her as I grabbed a box of cookies, trying to cheer her up. I smiled widely at each passing car, hoping they'd stop, but most just ignored us. Their windows stayed rolled up, and the rejection stung. It was frustrating, but I didn't give up.

Then, one car slowed down.

"Hello, would you like to buy some delicious cookies?" I asked, my voice filled with hope. The man in the suit didn't even look at me, his expression indifferent. His gaze shifted to the backseat, and I saw an older man staring out at me with a serious expression.

"Grandfather?!" The recognition hit me like a wave. Out of all the cars in Seoul, my grandfather was the one who stopped. It felt surreal, sitting in front of him after all these years.

It had been a decade since I'd seen him properly. His appearance had aged—his hair was now entirely grey, and wrinkles marked his once sharp features. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face any family, but here he was, waiting for me to say something.

"You've turned into a young lady, Minyeon," he said softly. Hearing my birth name from his lips made me flinch. It was the name I had been given, the name I had long since rejected. Ever since he had shown up at my school, it had become a name I dreaded.

"I know Chang-Mul tried to visit you. It hasn't been easy," my grandfather continued. He was the only one who truly understood me. When he saw me trembling and crying, unable to cope, it had terrified him. He was protective, and I could tell he still cared, despite everything that had happened. There were things I couldn't yet talk about—things still healing.

"Which is why I've made an offer to you."

The words echoed in my mind as I sat in the car, his voice steady and firm. If he had asked me a few months ago, I would have accepted without hesitation. But now, with F4 and Jan-Di in my life, the decision wasn't so clear. I passed by Jan-Di's house and saw that the light was still on. She was still up, working or trying to hold everything together. I envied her strength, her persistence.

Later that day, Jan-Di and I were hanging out in the F4 lounge. Yi-Jung sat across from me, clearly struggling to keep his hands to himself while the others discussed video games. My attention drifted to Jan-Di, who was peeling an apple with careful precision. Her hand sliced through the skin effortlessly, and the sight made my stomach turn. My head began to feel lightheaded, and I excused myself from the room, clutching my head as the flashbacks of blood and death came rushing back.

"Are you alright?" Yi-Jung's voice was full of concern as he followed me outside. I mumbled a quiet "yes," not ready to tell him everything. It wasn't something I could share yet.

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer, and I focused on the steady beat of his heart. It was comforting, and I let myself lean into his embrace, letting the world around me fade away.

"I think his mother doesn't want to let me live," Jan-Di said later, exhaustion heavy in her voice. She had been working three jobs just to make ends meet, and her brother had even skipped lunch to save money. Every time I tried to help her financially, she turned me down. It was becoming unbearable to watch her live like this.

As we walked out of the gate, she handed me a business card.

"I got this from one of my customers," she said. "I want to try my luck and work here." The name on the card read "Enjoy Production," but something about it felt off. Still, I didn't want to dismiss it outright.

"Let's go together," I said. If anything, I could watch over her. We arrived at the office quickly. The room was decorated in an unusual way—pink walls and a bed in the middle of the space. When we called for the staff, the door slammed shut behind us, making both of us jump in surprise.

That was when my bad feeling became a reality.