Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

The morning light filtered through the cabin window, and with it, the weather cleared. We made our way back to the lodge, the relief on F3's faces palpable. The long, tense night of worry had finally come to an end.

"I was about to call in an army to find you two!" Jun-Pyo exclaimed, his voice a mix of frustration and fear. He had been frantic when he couldn't get any word from us.

"Are you alright?" Ji-Hoo asked, his eyes immediately noting the way I was walking—staggering slightly, my ankle still aching.

"I sprained my ankle, but I'll be fine," I shrugged it off, but everyone insisted I sit down. As I closed my eyes and rested, my mind drifted back to the events of yesterday—the sweet, intimate moment Yi-Jung and I had shared in the cabin, the kiss that felt so real between us. It was a moment just for the two of us, something no one else would ever know about.

But, as with everything, not all good things last.

The next day, I walked to Yi-Jung's apartment, carrying food to surprise him. I was excited to see him, to thank my boyfriend for being there for me. I smiled to myself as I knocked three times on his door, but there was no answer. Frowning, I turned the doorknob, surprised to find the door swinging open.

"Yi-Jung?" I called, stepping inside, but the place was silent and empty. I sighed. Maybe he wasn't home. But as I turned to leave, I heard a soft giggle from my left. My heart skipped a beat, and I followed the sound, hesitant but curious.

What I saw stopped me cold.

Yi-Jung was kissing an unfamiliar woman, and my heart dropped. My hand trembled as I felt the sharp sting of betrayal. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt the weight of it—of the trust that had shattered in an instant. The foundation of our relationship had crumbled, and I was left standing there, heartbroken.

"How could you?" The words escaped my lips in a quiet gasp, but they were enough to catch his attention. Yi-Jung pulled away from the woman, his smirk instantly disappearing. His eyes widened as he stood frozen, caught in the act.

He reached out for me, but I stepped back, unable to let him touch me. Not now. Not with those hands.

"I—I can explain," he stammered, but I wasn't listening.

"What is there to explain?" I asked, my voice steady, though my heart was anything but. "You kissed her. What could possibly be more clear than this?"

He stood silent, and I realized then that I was waiting for words that could never fix what had broken between us.

"Let's break up. You both deserve each other," I said bitterly, my voice laced with hurt. I sneered before turning and running out of his apartment. I could hear his footsteps following me, but I didn't look back. I didn't want him to find me.

I ran, hiding behind a row of trees, my chest heaving as the tears flowed freely. The pain was unbearable—my heart felt like it was being torn apart. The lies, the broken trust, everything I thought was real now felt like a cruel joke.

As I watched the city shrink in the distance, I knew I had made a hasty decision. Leaving Seoul for another country, escaping the heartbreak. Only Jan-Di knew I was gone. She cried with me the day I found out about Yi-Jung's betrayal, her support a small comfort.

Part of me wanted to stay, to fight for something that could have been, but the pain was too much. The memories kept flooding back, and I couldn't escape them.

My grandfather's offer had come at just the right time. It was my escape from everything—the horrible uncle, Yi-Jung, and the life I thought I knew. As I sat in the plane, glancing to my side, I saw a man in a suit reading a magazine. He was older, his expression unreadable, but his duty was clear: to protect me as my bodyguard. It was just him and me on this flight to an uncertain future.

A single tear slipped down my cheek. I was alone now, and the weight of it settled in my chest.

Yi-Jung had promised to change, to stop seeing other women. But it was too late. The damage had been done, and I was the one who had let myself believe that things could work out. This was my fault. I should have never fallen for him. I should never have looked into his eyes the way I did the first time we met.

Now, as I understood the need for a farewell, my heart refused to accept it.

Coincidentally, Jun-Pyo had also left. F4 had fallen apart. Our friendships, our relationships—all shattered.

"Are you alright, Ms.?" The bodyguard's voice snapped me back to the present. He noticed the sadness on my face and offered me his handkerchief. The small gesture made me even more teary-eyed.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his confusion evident, worried he had somehow caused my tears. I shook my head quickly.

"No, you didn't," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You just remind me of a memory." I leaned back in my seat, my thoughts drifting back to the day I had given Jun-Pyo my handkerchief, a simple gesture, but one that had left a mark on my heart.

I would miss them all—the friends, the moments, the love that once felt real. But now, all I had were memories, and the painful truth that nothing lasts forever.