Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 37 - Mature

"Are you alright?" Woo-Bin asked as he opened the door.

I shook my head, still overwhelmed from everything that had happened with Yi-Jung.

"Can I sleep here?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but the boldness of my request hung heavy in the air.

Woo-Bin raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. He stepped aside, silently granting me entry.

I couldn't go back to my own room—not when Ga-Eul was there. Not when I had just betrayed her in the worst way possible.

Woo-Bin shut the door behind me. "Let me guess... Ga-Eul fought with Yi-Jung, and that idiot still doesn't know how to make up for it."

I gasped. "H-How did you know?"

He chuckled knowingly. "I know a few things about women. It wasn't hard to figure out."

I forced a thin smile. Of course, he did. Woo-Bin had been with countless women—understanding them was second nature to him. And yet, a selfish part of me wanted to believe I was different.

Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "Are you playing with my feelings?"

My eyes widened in horror as I realized what I had just said. I clamped a hand over my mouth, cursing my own stupidity.

Woo-Bin arched an eyebrow, amused. "What was that?"

"N-Nothing! It's just... a line from a drama." I stammered out a weak excuse, hoping he wouldn't press further.

But he only smirked. "Is that so?"

Then, without warning, he pulled me onto his lap.

"Woo-Bin!" I squeaked, my face heating up.

His fingers trailed through my hair, his touch featherlight. "Tell me what's really bothering you."

His voice was low, soothing—dangerous.

I swallowed hard, knowing I couldn't keep lying.

"I... I don't understand you," I admitted. "You flirt with me, but you never do anything beyond that. Is it just a joke to you?"

I tried to move away, but his arms tightened around me, holding me in place.

"It's not a joke," he said firmly. "I respect you. That's why I've given you space—to figure out your feelings. The last thing I want is to hurt you."

A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips. He was patient, careful in a way I hadn't expected.

But then, he let out a low groan.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I asked, suddenly alarmed.

"I'm fine," he exhaled heavily. "Just... don't move too much."

I frowned, confused—until I felt it.

A slow realization dawned on me.

Oh.

My face turned scarlet. I should have known better than to test a man's restraint. But something in me—the same reckless part that had kissed Yi-Jung hours ago—felt a thrill at the power I had over him.

With newfound confidence, I cupped his jaw, pressing soft kisses along his skin.

Woo-Bin stiffened beneath me. "W-What are you doing, Sora?" His voice was strained, his control slipping.

I met his gaze before leaning in, capturing his lips with mine.

For a split second, he hesitated.

And then, he gave in.

He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. His tongue slid against mine, the sensation wet and intoxicating. My hands gripped onto his shoulders, completely lost in the way he made me feel.

He was an expert. There was no doubt about that. And yet, with every kiss, every touch, I wanted to believe I wasn't just another girl in his long history.

His lips left mine, trailing down my neck, setting my skin on fire. The air between us grew thick with something dangerous, something that threatened to consume us both.

I was trembling, not with fear—but with desire.

"Woo-Bin..." His name left my lips in a breathy moan.

He stilled.

His grip on me tightened for a brief moment before he exhaled sharply. "Do I make you feel good?"

I nodded, dazed.

He looked pleased—too pleased. But then, just as suddenly as he had kissed me, he pulled away.

"We should stop," he murmured, his voice laced with restraint. "While I still have control."

Reality came crashing back.

He was right.

If we kept going, there would be no turning back.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and buried my face against his chest. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close, his warmth seeping into my skin.

I had just crossed a line with Woo-Bin.

And I wasn't sure if I regretted it.

The dreaded day arrived. The wedding.

We were all on edge, uncertain of what would happen.

Jae-Kyung stood in front of the mirror, slipping into her gown. She looked breathtaking. And yet, the weight of what was about to happen made the air feel heavy.

"This is wrong," I whispered under my breath.

But there was nothing I could do.

Leaving Jan-Di, I made my way toward F4's waiting room. That was when I heard it—Jun-Pyo's voice, firm and determined.

"Woo-Bin, break my arm."

I froze.

Had I misheard?

Stepping forward, I found Jun-Pyo sitting beside Woo-Bin, his face set in a grim expression.

"There's no time," he pressed. "I need you to do this."

Yi-Jung shook his head in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

My stomach twisted. "Is this really necessary?" I asked, my voice filled with doubt.

Jun-Pyo turned toward me, his desperation evident.

"If this is the only way to stop the wedding," he said, "then I don't care what happens to me."

I clenched my fists. His love for Jan-Di was undeniable, but this? This was reckless.

I took a step closer, meeting his eyes. "If this is your only solution, then maybe you should just go through with the wedding."

Jun-Pyo stiffened, his expression darkening. "What did you say?"

I let out a slow breath. "If Jan-Di means the world to you, then don't ask someone else to fight your battle."

His grip tightened on my shoulders, shaking slightly. "Then tell me—what am I supposed to do?"

I held his gaze.

"Fight for her. If she's your world, then give her the universe."

For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then, slowly, something shifted in his eyes.

This was it.

The moment that would decide everything.

Would he let himself remain trapped under his mother's control?

Or would he chase his happiness before it was too late?