Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 35 - II

His voice shattered the silence, each word hitting me like a tidal wave.

"I love you."

I turned slowly, heart hammering in my chest as I met his gaze. "What...?"

Yi-Jung took a shaky breath, his hands unclenching at his sides as if he'd been holding onto this confession for too long. His eyes, always guarded, were now bare—raw with emotion.

"The woman I love is you." His voice trembled slightly, but his resolve didn't falter. "There's not a single day I don't think of you. My heart suffocated knowing you weren't mine."

Tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them. I had convinced myself that he had moved on, that life had been kind to him in ways it hadn't been to me. But I was wrong. He wasn't okay. Just like me, he had been hurting all this time.

"I never meant to break your heart," he continued, regret heavy in his tone. "When we were together, I didn't cherish you the way I should have. And by the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. I will be sorry for that forever."

His words cut through me, reopening wounds I thought had long since healed. I had spent so many nights crying myself to sleep, suffocating on the love I had once felt for him. He had been my air, my light, and yet, he had thrown it all away.

"Yi-Jung..." My voice wavered. "I hated you so much for cheating on me."

His jaw tightened, pain flickering in his eyes.

"But no matter how much I hated you... I couldn't forget you."

The truth spilled from my lips before I could stop it. My body moved before my mind could protest, and suddenly, I was running toward him, arms wrapping around his frame. His broad chest felt like home—familiar, warm, safe.

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer as though he was afraid to let go.

"Give me time," I whispered. "I need to sort through my feelings."

I wasn't ready to dive headfirst into something so fragile. We were both vulnerable, and I wasn't sure if love alone would be enough to fix us.

Yi-Jung nodded, his hold on me tightening just slightly.

"I will always wait for you."

And in that moment, I finally understood—his love for me had never faded.

Even after leaving Yi-Jung, his words echoed in my mind. No matter how hard I tried to push them aside, they clung to me like an unshakable ghost.

I needed a distraction.

That's how I ended up at Jun-Pyo's house, answering his urgent request to meet. I sat on his couch as he paced back and forth, looking unusually distressed.

"Is there any way you can help me get out of this fake relationship with her?" he blurted out, desperation lacing his voice.

I leaned back, arms crossed. "You already know the answer to that."

Even if I found a way, it would mean betraying my friend. And that was a line I wouldn't cross.

Jun-Pyo groaned, running a frustrated hand through his curls. "We could pretend to be engaged again."

I snorted. "Your mother wouldn't buy it, and Jan-Di would kill me."

He sighed, the weight of his situation settling on his shoulders. I stood and pulled him into a quick hug, hoping to comfort him even a little. But I knew it wasn't enough.

His voice dropped to a murmur. "I wish we could go back to that moment when I kissed you."

I stiffened slightly, heat rushing to my cheeks as the memory resurfaced—the moment our lips met, the electric pull, the fleeting world of bliss we had shared.

"That was my first kiss."

Jun-Pyo's eyes widened. "What?"

"I never told you, but yeah." I shrugged, acting nonchalant even as my heart pounded.

A year ago, he had stolen something precious from me without even knowing. And now, standing here, he finally realized it.

"I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

I smiled. "It's fine. I don't regret it."

Jun-Pyo was unpredictable, frustrating, and reckless—but he had also been a pivotal part of my life. Looking back, I wouldn't have wanted my first kiss to be with anyone else.

He smirked. "I don't regret kissing you either."

Before I could roll my eyes at his cocky remark, a sharp gasp cut through the air.

"You kissed her?!"

I turned sharply, my stomach dropping.

Jan-Di stood in the doorway, eyes wide in shock. Her face paled, and before I could explain, she turned on her heel and bolted.

"Jan-Di, wait!" I chased after her, heart hammering in panic. I knew how much she loved Jun-Pyo—I never wanted to hurt her. But I had, and now I had to fix it.

I finally caught up to her, stepping in front to block her path. "Jan-Di, I'm sorry! It happened a year ago—before you even had feelings for Jun-Pyo. Back then, you liked Ji-Hoo!"

She stared at me, her eyes glistening with hurt. "Why?"

"I... I had a small crush on him." I admitted. "He's wild, unpredictable—being around him was never boring."

Jan-Di let out a dry chuckle. "He is definitely wild."

I hesitated. "Do you hate me?"

She sighed, her grip tightening around the hem of her uniform. "No. I'm just... angry about how everything turned out."

I followed her gaze and finally noticed her outfit—a maid uniform. My stomach twisted.

"Wait... are you working here?"

She looked away. That was answer enough.

"Jae-Kyung helped me get the job," she muttered.

I didn't like this. Not one bit.

"I have to get back to work," she said, her voice laced with exhaustion. "We'll talk later, Sora."

I watched her retreat into the mansion, my heart heavy.

"I can't do this!" Jan-Di's voice cracked as she gripped the wedding invitation in her trembling hands. With a sob, she tore it apart, the pieces fluttering to the floor like fallen petals.

Her pain was palpable, raw.

Jun-Pyo's mother had finally done it—she had forced him into a marriage he didn't want.

"Calm down," I murmured, pulling her into a hug. She clung to me, her body shaking with the force of her cries.

"This is real," she choked out. "He's actually going to marry her."

Tears dampened my shirt, but I didn't care.

"We'll find a way to stop it," I promised. "So don't waste your tears on that curly-haired idiot."

Eventually, her sobs quieted.

We packed our bags, preparing to leave for Jeju, where F4 had planned a vacation before Jun-Pyo's misery officially began.

I could only hope Jan-Di would stay strong.

She didn't deserve this.

No one did.