Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

I didn't know how long I'd been trapped in my room.

The world outside kept moving, but I remained frozen in time, staring blankly out the window. The sun rose and fell, the moon replaced it, and yet, I stayed—lost in thought, lost in grief.

People knocked on my door. I ignored them.

I knew I had made a mistake. And now that my secret was out, I couldn't face them—F4, Jan-Di, anyone.

I came from a bloodline of murderers.

I had been tainted from the very beginning. I should have stayed away from them.

Words barely left my lips anymore. Silence had become my only companion. Time felt warped, as though I were constantly reliving the past. My parents' faces flashed in my mind—smiling, warm, alive. I reached out, but they faded like mist, slipping through my fingers. The heat of their touch had long turned to emptiness.

I was longing for the dead.

Then—

Knock. Knock.

A familiar voice broke through the void.

"Sora..."

Jae-Won.

Over time, I had learned to recognize his voice through walls, through silence.

"I need to tell you something," he said, his tone unreadable. "It's important."

Something in his voice made my chest tighten. Hesitantly, I pulled open the door. Our eyes met, and I saw the relief in his gaze—relief that I had finally let him in.

And then he spoke the words that shattered the air between us.

"I'm sorry... but Chang-Mul passed away."

My breath hitched.

Everything around me blurred. The world tilted, the floor beneath my feet vanishing into nothing.

If I had known things would end like this, I would have done something—anything—to stop it.

People say everything happens for a reason.

But why does the bad always outweigh the good?

Tears welled in my eyes, burning like acid. My vision blurred, my body trembled. And before I could stop myself, I broke.

Maybe it was the last shred of goodness in me that still cared for him.

Black sunglasses shielded my swollen eyes as my heels clacked against the cold floor.

The room was empty except for Jae-Won and me.

No family. No mourners.

They had abandoned him.

Shame had swallowed my family whole, and Chang-Mul was cast aside like an unwanted ghost. Even in death, he was alone.

I stepped toward the altar, my shoulders weighed down by invisible chains.

At the center of the table, his portrait stood tall—a frozen image of the man I had last seen alive. His smile was haunting, a cruel reminder of what once was.

How did a family once so whole crumble into ruin?

My parents.

Chang-Mul.

The three people who had shaped my world... all gone.

Pain twisted inside me, but I was tired of crying. Tired of feeling like I was losing my mind.