Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 24

6 Months Later

I glanced up at the clear blue sky, the sound of birds chirping above me. The warm sun pricked my skin, its rays growing stronger, starting to burn. I puffed out my cheeks in annoyance, my gaze drifting to the man struggling behind me. His steps were uneven, each one a little more labored than the last. Strangers passing by giggled, and soon, their laughter started to get to me.

"Can you hurry up?" I asked, frustration creeping into my voice. The man looked at me in disbelief.

"Sora, you bought 30 outfits from 10 different shops. So excuse me if your bags are slowing me down," Jae-Won exclaimed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The serious-looking bodyguard, who usually kept his composure, now seemed a little more active. He wasn't afraid to share his opinions, and in time, his words would often turn into advice I needed to hear. It was this comfort that allowed me to talk openly about my friends back in Seoul.

"Well, shopping is fun! Especially in a different country," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. My eyes lingered on the impressive buildings around us. We were in Macau now, and I was in awe of the beauty of this place. There was something exhilarating about being here. Even though I was too young to enjoy the casinos, there was still so much to see and do.

"Let's get you back to the hotel," Jae-Won said, his voice firm, and I pouted in response. As I followed him through the busy streets, my eyes wandered to the other side of the road, and then I froze. A face I would never forget caught my attention. The short-haired girl was running, her backpack bouncing as she hurried along.

"Jan-Di?" I whispered, my heart skipping a beat. There was no way she would be here, was there? I hesitated for a moment, but the urge to see her won out. I took a step forward, walking away from my bodyguard as my eyes scanned the crowd. I muttered to myself as I searched, growing increasingly frustrated.

Then, I saw it. A deserted alleyway where Jan-Di stood surrounded by several men. They were arguing, and one of them was holding her luggage, refusing to give it back.

"Give it back!" Jan-Di shouted, demanding her belongings. The men looked suspicious, and I could sense the situation wasn't a good one. I moved toward them, my heart racing.

"Give her luggage back. You want money? I can pay you," I said firmly, getting their attention. One of the men grinned, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. And then I saw her clearly—Jan-Di, standing there in front of me, looking confused as she tried to figure out who I was. I had my sunglasses on, hiding my face.

Before anything could escalate, three more guys appeared, and chaos erupted. The familiar scent of danger hit me, and within moments, I recognized them. F3—minus Jun-Pyo.

"Prince S-Song?" One of the men muttered, his eyes widening in fear. It was clear they recognized Woo-Bin. Watching them cower, I couldn't help but chuckle at how easily they scattered once they saw his face.

"Are you alright?" Ji-Hoo asked, stepping toward Jan-Di with concern. I remembered how he was always the one to worry about everyone else in the group.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. Thank you for helping me... uh?" Jan-Di's eyes shifted from Ji-Hoo to me, her confusion evident. I pulled off my sunglasses, and their surprised expressions hit me all at once.

"Long time no see," I said, offering a small smile.

The look of surprise was unmistakable on their faces, except for Jan-Di, who looked genuinely happy to see me. Yi-Jung's face, on the other hand, seemed twisted in internal struggle. It was clear he wanted to say something, but before he could, Jae-Won appeared, stepping in front of me.

"Miss, we need to go now," he said formally, his eyes flicking to F3.

Jan-Di quickly jotted her number down in my phone before we said our goodbyes. I knew this wouldn't be the last time I saw them here, but the emotions I had buried deep inside were finally starting to surface.

On the way back to the hotel, I fell silent. The view from the car was blurring by, but all I could think about was him. The pain of loving him, of seeing him kiss another woman—it all came flooding back. The way he had looked at me, the way his eyes seemed to reach into my soul, I couldn't forget it. He had done something to me from the very first moment we met.

"What's wrong?" Jae-Won asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"I wonder what the world would be like if I never met him," I muttered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

I thought that by trying on new dresses, looking my best, I could forget all the pain. But the thoughts lingered, especially when Jan-Di texted me, asking me to meet him. The man who had caused so much chaos in my heart. I tried to refuse her, but it had been six months since I last saw him. The last time I ran away.

When I met her in the park, my feet were restless, my heart pounding faster with each passing second. And then I saw him. He looked different, his hair longer, his expression more mature. But it didn't matter. He was still handsome in my eyes.

"You've gotten even prettier since the last time I saw you," he said, his casual flirtation making my heart flutter. And like a fool, my heart couldn't calm down. Maybe it was his voice, soothing and sultry, that pulled me back in.

"I'm sorry, Sora," he continued, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I was drunk that time, and I mistook her for you. It's not an excuse, but I want to apologize for what happened."

His words cracked my heart open, the truth hitting me harder than I expected. He was genuine. Leaving him had forced him to reflect on his actions, and in a way, I had given him the chance to grow.

"Can we ever go back to being lovers? Or even friends?" he asked, his voice hopeful. The question lingered in the air, and I could feel the pull of him. I had thought about it too—maybe going back to his arms, letting him love me, staying by his side. It sounded like a perfect dream.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

"I don't think we can be together," I said quietly, my heart aching. "I want to close this chapter. Being friends suits us better."

His face fell, the light in his eyes dimming. But it was the truth. Not everyone gets a happy ending. Some have to live with the mistakes they've made, and learn to move on.

As I walked away, tears fell from my eyes. The ex-lover who had stirred so many emotions in me was finally gone. And as I left him behind, I knew I'd be watching him love someone else, kissing her, holding her.

But it wouldn't be me.