Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

Two men entered the room, their presence instantly chilling. They introduced themselves as the bosses of the company, but the words felt hollow in my ears. One of them had bunny ears perched on his head, and he told us to pose. My body stiffened at the command. The air felt thick and suffocating. A shiver ran down my spine when one of the men's hands brushed against my shoulder, sending an icy wave through me.

I shook my head, my voice trembling as I told them I didn't want to do this. But their insistence was unrelenting. They promised it would help Jan-Di, and the words hung in the air, suffocating me with guilt. Eventually, I found myself sitting next to Jan-Di, the coldness in my chest growing as the camera flashed, blinding me momentarily. Their smiles were satisfied, predatory. Then came the uniforms. Sexy, revealing clothes they insisted we wear. We both knew what they were trying to do.

When we tried to escape, to run for the door, they pinned us down. I struggled violently, the terror rising in my throat like a scream I couldn't release.

"Let go!" I screamed, my body trembling as I tried to escape the grip of one sleazy, old man. I felt him sniffing my hair, and it made my stomach twist. We were trapped. Doomed. If Jun-Pyo found out... it would kill him.

Just as I thought we had no chance, a young man burst through the door, kicking the two men off us. His hands were steady and strong as he grabbed both Jan-Di and me, pulling us toward the exit. We ran, breathless and panicked, until we finally reached the fresh air outside.

"Thank you," I whispered repeatedly, my voice barely a breath. My heart was still pounding, the fear clawing at my chest. I didn't even know who this man was, but I owed him my life.

Jan-Di echoed my thanks, her voice shaky but full of gratitude. I looked at the man as he flashed us a grin, and I finally caught a glimpse of his face. Handsome. Confident. He was like a light in our dark moment.

"We would have died there if it weren't for you," Jan-Di said, and the man just smiled, unfazed. But as I looked at him more closely, something about his face seemed familiar. It hit me then—this was our first encounter, but it wouldn't be our last.

The next day, he appeared at Shinhwa High as a transfer student. It was too much of a coincidence, something that made my insides twist with jealousy. Every time he followed Jan-Di around like a puppy, I felt my patience snap. He was always one step ahead, dragging her along, and the worst part was—she let him.

"Lee Jae-Ha, what's your intention with Jan-Di?" I finally cornered him, my voice sharp with suspicion. His smirk only deepened, trying to act nonchalant, but I wasn't fooled.

"I just want to be her friend. Is that a problem?" His voice was smooth, but I could hear the underlying motive in his words. A friend, he said. But I knew better. I could feel it in my gut.

"Did Madam Kang send you to do this?" I added, the name of Jun-Pyo's mother hitting him like a cold slap. He froze, and for the first time, I saw the mask slip, revealing the truth I'd already suspected.

It was a plot—a plan to get Jan-Di to distance herself from Jun-Pyo, to tear them apart. But before I could confront him further, he walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart sinking.

I called out to Jan-Di, desperate for her to listen to me.

"Please, you have to understand. He isn't who you think he is!" I begged, but Jan-Di only rolled her eyes, dismissing me with a sharpness that cut deeper than any blade.

"He's nice, Sora. You wouldn't understand. You have everything you need. You're rich," she snapped, her words like shards of glass. I felt my heart break with every syllable. She had no idea how much that hurt. I was the one who had been by her side. I was the one who cared for her. And now, this boy had swept in and turned her head so easily. Didn't she learn anything from Min-Ji?

I clenched my fist, but the feeling of betrayal twisted inside me like a storm. Why was she so easily swayed?

And then, just like that, everything shattered. The very next day, a magazine cover hit the news—Jan-Di and Jae-Ha, front and center. The photoshoot was public, and I could see the damage it had done. Jun-Pyo was furious. His disappointment was palpable as he confronted them, his words cutting like knives.

"Just because you did a photoshoot gig, doesn't mean you're a model," Jun-Pyo sneered, his voice tight with frustration. "Is this the reason why you couldn't come to Japan with me?"

"Or was it his birthday that made you want to stay with him?" he added, sarcasm dripping from every word. This time, Jae-Ha laughed, unfazed.

"Your girl is in crisis, and all you do is get angry?" Jae-Ha mocked, but Jun-Pyo's temper snapped. He threw himself at the guy, punching him so hard blood splattered from his face. I didn't stop him. Jae-Ha deserved it, but the pain in my chest didn't fade.

"Stop!" Jan-Di's voice rang out, shaking with newfound confidence. She stepped between the two men, trying to stop the violence, but her words cut deeper than any physical blow.

Jae-Ha had been there for her. The only one who truly understood her, she said. I flinched, my heart twisting painfully. The only one?

Before I could say anything, Jan-Di spoke again, her voice rising in anger. "I hate this! I wish I never met you or F4. I hate this life!" Her words were a blow I wasn't prepared for. The hurt in her voice sent a chill through me, and I could see the shock in Jun-Pyo's eyes. The silence that followed was deafening.

Yi-Jung pulled me away, his arm around me as we walked silently, each step heavier than the last. Glancing back one final time, I saw Jae-Ha smirking, like he'd won. And I couldn't help but feel like I had lost her.

The next day, the air was cold, heavy with tension. No one spoke of Jan-Di, and Jun-Pyo was still reeling from the shock. As I walked past Jan-Di's locker, I saw her face crumple as a red card fell out of it. I knew what it meant. It was her second one.

"No," Yi-Jung whispered, holding my hand as I reached for her desk, which had been removed from the classroom. He tried to convince me it wasn't worth it to help her anymore—not until she realized her mistake. Reluctantly, I let my fist unclench, turning away.

That night, Yi-Jung told me Jan-Di had been kidnapped. The kidnapper had left a letter for Jun-Pyo. My heart sank as he sent me the location.

I could only pray she would be okay.

The old warehouse was dark and silent, the air thick with the scent of decay. As I stepped closer, I heard Jan-Di sobbing, and my heart shattered. Peeking around the corner, I saw her tied up, and Jae-Ha standing next to her. Jun-Pyo lay on the ground, battered and bloody, and something inside me snapped.

"No!" I screamed, unable to bear the sight of Jun-Pyo in pain. I stepped into the open, and Jae-Ha's smirk appeared. He had been expecting me.

"I remember you," I said, finally recognizing him. "You're Lee Min-Ha's younger brother, right? We went to the same junior school."

"Nice of you to remember me," Jae-Ha said coldly, his words like poison. "I always envied you—the quiet girl with a burdened past. I watched how Madam Kang protected you."

"Let her go," I demanded, my voice breaking as I looked at Jan-Di, her eyes filled with tears. The sight of her was heartbreaking. She loved Jun-Pyo, and now she was watching him suffer.

"Can't do. Boss's orders," Jae-Ha said, and grabbed a chair. He swung it at Jun-Pyo, trying to break him. But I couldn't let that happen.

I lunged forward, desperate to protect Jun-Pyo. The chair cracked down on my back, the pain overwhelming, and I crumpled to the floor. Everything went dark.

The last thing I heard was Yi-Jung's voice, calling my name.