Blue Flower (Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction)

Chapter 40 (END)

I never thought life could be so cruel. That everything I held dear could be stripped away in an instant.

Yet, here I was again—at the hospital.

The sharp scent of antiseptic burned my nose, the whitewashed walls around me suffocating in their stark emptiness. The distant beep of heart monitors was the only sound that filled the room, each pulse a reminder that Jun-Pyo was still alive, but only just.

He had been in a car crash.

We had no idea that he had gone after Jan-Di when she returned to her hometown. Ji-Hoo had followed her first, but Jun-Pyo must have done the same, unable to stay away. The difference was, Ji-Hoo made it back safely.

Jun-Pyo didn't.

I stood frozen, staring at his lifeless body on the hospital bed. His face was bruised, his lips pale, and the once-vibrant energy he carried had vanished, leaving behind an empty shell of the man we all knew.

Madam Kang arrived, but not to stay. She barely even looked at her son before turning to leave the room.

"How can you just go?" Jun-Hee's voice cracked, raw with emotion. "Your son is fighting for his life, and you're running away?!"

She didn't respond.

Didn't even flinch.

The door clicked shut behind her, sealing the last remnants of warmth out of the room.

I couldn't take it anymore. Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless as they spilled down my cheeks. How could she be so heartless?

Strong arms pulled me in, and I collapsed into Yi-Jung's embrace, his steady presence the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

"We'll get through this," he whispered, his voice gentle but firm.

I wanted to believe him.

I really did.

The Awakening

Weeks passed in agonizing silence.

The world outside kept moving, but we remained stuck in place, waiting for a miracle that seemed more impossible with each passing day.

Then—it happened.

Jun-Pyo woke up.

The news spread like wildfire, yet somehow, Jan-Di and I were the last to know. By the time we rushed into his hospital room, F3 was already there.

"Sora, are you really that happy to see me?"

His voice was weak but teasing, a shadow of his usual arrogance.

A sharp inhale caught in my throat. He's awake.

I didn't hesitate. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his frail body, clutching him like he might disappear if I let go.

It had been days since I saw him, unconscious and unmoving, with no guarantee he'd ever wake.

But he had.

He was here.

And yet, something was wrong.

I pulled back, only to see Jan-Di standing there, tears shining in her eyes. She was smiling—soft, hopeful, as if she were afraid to breathe too loudly and break the moment.

Jun-Pyo's eyes flickered to her, his brows furrowing slightly.

"...Who is she?"

My breath stopped.

The air in the room shifted, heavy and suffocating.

Jan-Di's smile froze, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to reach out to him, but didn't know how.