Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 36

Jeju was breathtaking.

No travel video could have prepared me for this. The air was crisp, the sea stretched endlessly under the golden sun, and wildflowers painted the fields in every direction. It was no wonder couples flocked here—having a honeymoon in Jeju seemed like a dream.

I turned to my left and saw Jan-Di, her expression softening as she took in the scenery. Despite everything, the tension in her face had faded, if only for a moment. But Ga-Eul was different. She looked distant, lost in thought.

I knew why.

The tension between her and Yi-Jung hadn't disappeared.

Her unease grew when F4 arrived in their sports cars. Jae-Kyung had already slid in beside Jun-Pyo, leaving Jan-Di to ride with Ji-Hoo.

I was certain Ga-Eul would choose Yi-Jung, but to my surprise, she reached for the handle of Woo-Bin's car instead.

Yi-Jung's expression hardened for just a second before he let out a quiet breath.

Woo-Bin met my gaze, giving a subtle nod as if to say it was fine.

With no other choice, I climbed into Yi-Jung's car. He didn't speak at first, his jaw tight as he stole a glance at Ga-Eul, but when he turned to me, he forced a small smile.

"Let's go."

As we drove, Jeju unfolded before us—towering mountains, endless blue skies, and rolling fields in bloom. The scent of salt and flowers lingered in the air, and I felt as though I could never grow tired of this place.

"You look ridiculously happy," Yi-Jung remarked, chuckling at the way I kept gazing out the window.

"Of course! This place is like a stairway to heaven," I sighed, letting the wind kiss my skin. "I wish I could live here."

He hummed in amusement. "Should I buy us a house here?"

I turned to him, eyes wide. "Stop joking around!" I smacked his arm, making him laugh—a warm, rich sound that sent a strange flutter through my chest.

For a moment, he wasn't Yi-Jung the Casanova. He was just a boy enjoying a rare moment of peace.

The hotel was beautiful, but the moment we arrived, Ga-Eul rushed outside, her eyes brimming with tears.

Concern tightened my chest as I followed her.

"Are you okay?" It was a stupid question, but I didn't know what else to say.

Ga-Eul turned to me, her voice trembling. "I really like him, Sora... but why does he only see you?"

My breath caught in my throat.

"Every time I'm with him, he talks about you. Looks for you." Her frustration spilled over, her hands curling into fists. "I try so hard to make him see me. To understand what's so special about you... but I can't win."

Guilt gnawed at me.

Then, suddenly, she grabbed my shirt, her grip desperate.

"Can I be selfish just this once?" Her voice cracked. "Can you let him go for me?"

My eyes widened.

Ga-Eul was kind, patient—someone who deserved love. And Yi-Jung? He needed someone steady, someone who wouldn't shatter him the way I did.

So why couldn't I answer her?

I found Yi-Jung standing behind the resort, staring out at the waves. The moon cast a soft glow over his features, but his expression was unreadable.

He turned when he sensed my presence.

"What's wrong?"

I swallowed. "Can you ever give Ga-Eul a chance?"

His shoulders tensed.

Turning away from me, he exhaled. "If it were that easy, Sora... I would've been over you a long time ago."

My heart clenched painfully.

I should have hated hearing that. Instead, warmth bloomed inside me.

How selfish. How cruel.

"My father once told me... when you lose that one woman, every other love feels the same." His voice was barely above a whisper. "And I lost mine."

I opened my mouth to argue, to tell him he was wrong—that Ga-Eul's love was real. That she could heal him.

But before I could, Yi-Jung closed the distance between us.

And kissed me.

A gasp slipped from my lips, but the shock melted into something else—something dangerously familiar.

I had spent so long trying to forget him. To erase the man who had set my world ablaze. But in that moment, with his lips on mine, every wall I built came crashing down.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him, as if he was afraid I'd disappear. My hands found their way to his neck, and a sigh of pleasure escaped me.

I was drowning, and yet, I never wanted to come up for air.

The pain of our past, the nights spent apart—it all faded. For now, there was only this.

Only us.

But reality was cruel.

With trembling hands, I pushed against his chest. "S-Stop, Yi-Jung."

He groaned in frustration, his grip tightening as if he couldn't bear to let go. "Be quiet," he whispered against my lips, before claiming them again—this time, with more desperation.

He had been starving for this. For me.

And, God help me, I was starving too.

But this was wrong.

With all the strength I had left, I tore myself away.

Breathless, I stared at him. His gaze burned into mine, his expression raw.

I shook my head. "We can't, Yi-Jung. Not until you stop stringing her along."

His eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

I turned and walked away, my lips still tingling from his touch, my entire body trembling.

The kiss had been powerful—dangerous.

Because it reminded me of the truth I had tried so hard to deny.

I still wanted him.

But my pride wouldn't let me love him. Not like this.