Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 39

As I flipped through the pages of my favorite novel, I absentmindedly popped a chip into my mouth. Weekends were nice—I had time to myself, time to escape into a different world. But even as I enjoyed this moment of peace, I knew that reality was still chaotic. Nothing would change until Madam Kang finally realized that Jun-Pyo's happiness mattered more than her ambitions.

The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID.

"Jae-Won? What's wrong?"

Ever since Chang-Mul's death, my bodyguard had returned to working for my grandfather. He rarely called me now, so hearing from him like this made my stomach twist.

"It's your grandpa."

I didn't wait for an explanation—I ran.

The sight of the hospital, the sterile white walls, and the sharp scent of antiseptic made my head spin. My heart pounded as I searched frantically for his room. When I found it, I slid the door open in one swift motion, only for my legs to weaken beneath me.

There he was. Lying on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his face.

A sharp pain shot through my chest. This was too familiar. A haunting déjà vu. The last time I had seen someone I loved like this, it was my parents. Except, they hadn't made it. Their faces had been covered with a white cloth, forever frozen in that moment.

Tears blurred my vision as I reached for his hand. It was still warm. The sound of the heart monitor reassured me that he was still here, still fighting.

I couldn't lose him too.

"Ji-Hoo..."

His name slipped from my lips, and just like that, he appeared. He stood at the entrance of the hospital room, his expression filled with concern. The moment I saw him, I ran straight into his arms.

He held me close, his hand gently running through my hair. His touch was comforting, steady—exactly what I needed.

"I told you," he murmured, "I'd be here for you."

I clung to him, my grip tightening. He understood. Out of everyone, he understood what it felt like to stand on the edge of loneliness, praying you wouldn't fall. No wonder Jan-Di was drawn to him. He had a way of making you feel safe, even when the world was crumbling.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked as we sat down in the waiting area.

I stared out the window, exhaling a shaky sigh.

"No... Just being here is enough."

He took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I wiped my tears, feeling exhausted, weak.

"I still can't fathom a world where I'm truly alone. If Grandpa dies—" My voice broke.

Ji-Hoo turned my face toward him, cutting off my words.

"He's going to be fine, Sora. And even if the worst happens, you won't be alone. You have us. We're not going anywhere."

His words wrapped around me like a shield. The F4 had brought chaos into my life, but they had also brought something I never expected—genuine friendship.