Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 28- I

"It really is troublesome when you have two teenagers who are moody all the time," Eun-Jung explained about her kids. I giggled at the story, trying not to get distracted by the cake in front of me.

"Anyway, we're expecting guests soon. Let's hope the kids behave." Eun-Jung continued, and I nodded. I stood up and headed outside to find Jumin. Poor boy had gotten hurt playing soccer. I spotted him near the front door and smiled.

"Hey, let me treat your wound," I said softly, not wanting to scare him. The toothless boy proudly showed me his leg, and I could tell he needed a new bandage.

"Now be careful. I don't want you getting hurt again," I warned as I gently touched his hair. Jumin flashed me a bright smile before running off to continue playing.

"Sora?"

The familiar voice caught me off guard, and when I turned, I saw six people standing in front of me. They all looked just as confused as I felt.

I really should have asked Eun-Jung who the guests were.

"This is the room where the kids sleep," I explained, awkwardly showing them around. The uncomfortable silence led me to accidentally reveal one of my own secrets. I worked here for free to help the orphanage. It was no surprise that Jun-Pyo was here—he would be the new investor after his mother. The others were thinking of donating as well.

"You shouldn't have kept it a secret! I would've come and helped!" Jan-Di responded. I gave her a sheepish smile, grateful for her constant support.

"Hyun-Bin won't give me my toy back!" Suddenly, Minnie rushed up to me, tears welling up in her eyes. Yi-Jung's jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw her.

"Her?" he asked. He was the only one who knew who she was. It was clear the truth had come out.

"Oh! Is this your friend's sister?" She looked so excited to have older people around to talk to, especially since the kids usually only had each other.

"Yes, they are," I replied, trying to keep things calm. "Why don't you go find Aunt Eun-Jung—"

"Brother! I know you. Can you play with me?" Minnie ignored me completely and tugged on Yi-Jung's pants, her puppy eyes shining up at him. I could see the hesitation in his expression.

"They're busy, Minnie, we can—"

"Sure, why not?" Yi-Jung suddenly agreed, making my jaw drop. The others exchanged looks before nodding slowly in agreement.

"Seriously?" I couldn't help but exclaim. Except for Woo-Bin's girlfriend, who looked like she didn't even want to be here. Minnie, hearing the reply, immediately grabbed Woo-Bin's hand and started dragging him toward the kids.

"Be careful!" I called out nervously.

"Don't worry, the kids will be fine," Jan-Di reassured me.

"It's not the kids I'm worried about, it's F4," I sighed, explaining how energetic the kids got with new people. I led Jan-Di into the kitchen to finish what we'd started. But not long after, I found myself heading back toward the kids. The sight before me made me smile. Ji-Hoo was teaching the kids how to play piano. Yi-Jung and Woo-Bin were playing football with the boys. And Jun-Pyo... well, he was being bombarded by little girls who were pulling at his hair. It wasn't every day you got to see this kind of sight.

But the peace didn't last long. I heard a female voice scream, and my heart raced as I rushed toward the source. I found Eunji, looking horrified, with Jumin standing in front of her.

"What's going on?" I asked, rushing to them.

"This little maniac dropped his drink on my dress!" Eunji shouted, pointing at Jumin as if he were the villain.

"It was an accident! I didn't mean it!" Jumin defended himself, his voice shaky. I sighed, kneeling down to his level.

"I know, Jumin, but you still need to apologize," I said calmly, knowing he was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, but Eunji wasn't having it.

"Do you have any idea how much this dress cost? It's from France! A simple apology isn't enough!" Her voice was dripping with disdain, and it felt all too familiar—she sounded just like Jun-Pyo. But even he would never yell at little kids. I could hear footsteps approaching, and before I knew it, Woo-Bin rolled his eyes at her.

"You can wash it, Eunji. It's not that big of a deal," I finally addressed her by name, my patience wearing thin.

"What do you know? Kids like him need to be taught a lesson! After all, he has no parents, so he has no manners!" Eunji's words hit me like a punch to the gut. My blood boiled, and I could feel my anger rising.

"Eunji, watch your mouth. I don't mind kicking your ass, even if you're my friend's girlfriend," I said, my voice cold. She may have hurt me, but no one could talk like that about the kids.

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Why would you sympathize with them?" she challenged, her eyes narrowing.

"Eunji, stop," Woo-Bin warned, trying to intervene. But she kept her eyes locked on mine, and I refused to back down.

"It's not sympathy," I said, my voice steady. "I have no parents either, but we still have more manners than you." The room fell silent, and I noticed everyone around us staring in shock. Ji-Hoo's jaw dropped at the revelation. My anger had led me to say something I never wanted to share.

"I want everyone out of this orphanage. And don't ever show your face in front of me again, or I'll hurt you," I said firmly. They didn't move at first, until Jan-Di nudged them out. Woo-Bin grabbed Eunji and dragged her away.

Once they were gone, a salty tear slipped down my cheek. What she'd said was cruel. We all knew the reality, but saying it out loud felt like a wound to my soul.

After the kids went to bed, I walked outside to clear my head. The cool night air hit me as I heard a car pull up beside me. Glancing up, I regretted it immediately.

"Sora, let's talk," Woo-Bin's voice was firm, but I kept walking, ignoring him.

He caught up with me, grabbing my wrist and turning me around so our eyes met.

"What do you want? To lecture me about how awful I was to her?" I said, finally facing him. I could feel the weight of today's events sinking in.

"No, I want to apologize. I didn't realize how terrible she was to everyone." He looked genuinely remorseful.

I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you even dating her? You don't seem like the type of guy who enjoys spending time with girls like that."

"I don't know," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "But I swear I broke up with her after that."

"If you're going to date someone, at least find a better one!" I pouted, frustrated by his choice.

"Are you jealous?" Woo-Bin smirked, catching me off guard. My words stumbled, and before I knew it, I was blushing in defeat.

"Of course not!" I stammered.

He laughed wholeheartedly, the sound of his laughter making the tension between us fade slightly. As the laughter died down, we stood in silence. I could tell he wanted to say something more, but I was waiting for it.

"Your parents..." he began carefully. He knew it was a sensitive topic, but he was curious, wanting to understand the darkness of my past.

"My parents were murdered,"