"My real name is Kang Minyeon."
The words slipped from my lips like a long-held secret finally escaping into the air. I took a deep breath, my hands clasped tightly together. "I changed my identity when I was young. Madam Kang's servants took care of me."
Silence.
Jun-Pyo's eyes widened, disbelief flickering across his face. He turned stiffly, his gaze darkening at the mention of his mother's involvement in my hidden past.
"I'm really sorry!" I bowed deeply, my heart pounding.
I knew I was wrong. They had all been nothing but kind to me, and yet, I had kept this from them. Chewing the inside of my lip, I anxiously waited for their reactions. It was hard to read their expressions. Would they hate me?
"You don't need to apologize," Yi-Jung said, shaking his head. His voice was calm, almost reassuring. "You've been through enough."
One by one, the others nodded in agreement.
A weight lifted off my chest. I hadn't expected them to be so understanding.
"Alright, who's up for a game?!" Woo-Bin suddenly shouted, breaking the tension.
Before I could even process the shift in mood, Ji-Hoo tossed a soccer ball toward Yi-Jung, who took off running. Woo-Bin sprinted after him, blocking his path. Jun-Pyo lingered at the back, his eyes locked onto the ball, ready to intercept.
Jan-Di and I sat on the sidelines, watching as they turned a simple game into an intense competition.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "I can't believe they agreed to play soccer. But I guess it's good for them. They need a healthy distraction."
"Especially since the loser has to buy dinner," Jan-Di added with a smirk.
As the game went on, I noticed something amusing. Jan-Di's eyes were glued to Jun-Pyo the entire time. Her gaze followed his every move, lingering just a second too long.
I smirked. "Jan-Di... are you a CCTV? Because you've been watching Jun-Pyo this whole time."
She jerked in surprise, cheeks instantly turning red. "N-no! You've got it all wrong!"
I crossed my arms. "Even my dead ancestors could smell that lie."
The more she denied it, the more flustered she became. I sighed, leaning toward her. "You only live once, you know. You better chase your happiness before it's too late."
She went quiet, digesting my words.
"Anyway," I said, standing up, "I'm going to get some drinks. You guys are going to be dehydrated at this rate."
I winked before walking off to the nearby store. The sun was beginning to set, casting golden hues across the sky. I grabbed a few cans of flavored drinks and handed the cashier the exact amount.
But as I made my way back, something felt... off.
Jan-Di stood near F4, her posture tense, her expression filled with worry.
Then I saw it.
Yi-Jung and Woo-Bin—face-to-face, heated words spilling between them. Their eyes burned with unspoken anger, and before Jun-Pyo could fully intervene, Woo-Bin shoved Yi-Jung back a step.
"What's going on?" I asked, stepping beside Jan-Di.
She hesitated. "They... got into a fight."
I frowned. "Over what?"
Jan-Di bit her lip, hesitating before finally answering. "It's about you."
I blinked. "What?"
My jaw nearly dropped.
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Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)
RomancePark Sora, a student at the elite Shinhwa High School, feels trapped in a world ruled by wealth and status. The notorious F4, a group of powerful and arrogant heirs, dominate the school, making life unbearable for those beneath them. Everything chan...
