That Day (Wonwoo Fanfic)

Prologue

I was in my office at the hospital when suddenly my mom called.
"Hyera-yah."
"Yes, why mom?"
"You must come home early today. We have to meet someone."
"I've done three surgeries today and I'm pretty exhausted. Plus, I'm busy. I'm sorry mom, but---" I didn't get to finish my sentence.
"No excuses. Home, 7 o'clock sharp!"she ended the call. Sigh. I just want to rest for a while. It has always been like this.

My parents. They are the ones who will make my decision. Sometimes, they'll do something without my agreement.

Maybe you think the way I talk to my mother is rude but no. It's not that. It's just the way I talk to people because I'm a firm person.

Since I was young, my parents were always too busy to take care of me. So, I had to be independent. Trust me, this is who I am since little. I haven't changed a bit. You can say I didn't get enough attention from the love ones. In the end, I became cold. My heart is as hard as a rock. And I can't find anything other than Chanwoo that can soften it.

Yet.

I was is my room staring at the floral printed dress laid on my bed. I think my mom bought it for me. It's nice because it's simple and not too short. But, the problem is I don't actually wear this type of clothes. However, one time won't hurt, right?

After I put on my dress, I put on makeup. I decided to let my hair down.

"Hyera-yah!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Yes mom. I'm done," I replied.
"Good."
  We got into the my dad's black Porsche and headed to meet the people.

  After a short drive, we arrived at a grand restaurant. It looks expensive but I'm not the one who's paying so, I don't care. Suddenly, my mom grabbed my hand.

"Remember Jung Hyera, smile. Behave,"she reminded me.

Was that even necessary? I know I have a tight face. I hate smiling because when I was little, I used to smile at everyone but my smile never get returned. So, I think it's a waste of time to smile.

If you notice, my parents never use endearments to call me. Well if you said they must've said it when I was young, you're wrong. They NEVER use endearments.

  We enter the restaurant and headed to a private room. Woah. Is it very important until we have to meet in the private room?

"Ouch." My mom pinched my thigh.
"Introduce yourself," she whispered. I looked at the table to see an old couple about my parents age. They look like rich people.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir, and ma'am. I'm the daughter, Jung Hyera." I smiled. A bit.

"Oh,dear! What a beautiful young lady," the woman complimented me.

"I think we've made a good choice for our son," the man said.

"Pardon?" I was a little shocked by the words 'good choice for our son'.

"Poor little girl. You don't know yet?" I shook my head.

"We're arranging you with their son," my father said after who knows how long. I looked at my parents with a 'how could you' look.

"I think it's for the best since you two are getting old. Plus, you are too busy to date someone so why not if we find you a partner," my mom explained. I look at the guy's parents and they gave me an assuring look.

"Fine," I sighed. There's no use for me to argue because I will never get to do what I want. In my whole life, the only decision I made for myself was what should I work as.

"He's waiting for you at the room next door." I started walking slowly to the room.

  I opened the door showing a guy with a big smile plastered on his face. Seriously, how can he smile like that? Isn't that hurt? Somehow, that smile did something weird to my heart. I felt nervous and shy? No, Jung Hyera! You can't be like this. I need to control my face.

"Hello! I'm Jeon Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!" He offered his hand for a handshake.

I eyed him suspiciously. His hand was still hanging.

"So, no handshake?" He put his hand down.

"No, please."

"Well, okay. Your name?"

"Hyera. Jung Hyera," I said with a straight face.

"Pretty name,"he beamed.

"Thanks," I said looking down because I think I was blushing.

"Don't you smile?" He blurted.

I was frozen. How dare he asked such question.

"No, I don't."

"Oh. It's okay. It's going to be hard for a depressed person but we'll work on it,"he said.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? Depressed person?" What's wrong with him?

"Yes. You look like one with your tight face," he added.

"Ugh! Whatever. Don't you know that we are getting arranged?"

"Yes. I'm sure about that. Why?"

"So, why do you act like you're okay with it?" He just smiled sheepishly.

"You actually agreed to this?" I was surprised.

"Yeah."

"Aren't you even mad?"

"No, because I believe in my parents. They know what's best for me," he answered.

"Don't you feel your life is being controlled?" I asked.

"No. They let me do the decision most of the time."

I looked down the whole time. I was imagining how was my life so far. All being controlled and decided. I wish I can live a life like him.

"Why? Are you being controlled?" He asked.

I felt like I wanted to cry. All the stress that have been kept inside me were coming out.  I started to sob. Then, I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me. He pulled my head to lean on his chest. I was shocked but surprisingly I didn't stop him. I felt so calm in his arms. I started to cry louder.

"Don't worry. Just cry. Let it all out. I'm here to listen to you," he caressed my hair.

I started to tell him about my life.

This is the first time I open up to someone. I didn't even tell Chanwoo my problems.

Somehow, he managed to make me open up to him in such a short time. He listened to all my stories. He managed to give me something I've been longing for.

Love.