Jung Wooyoung in The Heart Mender

Jung Wooyoung -Chapter 2

There you were sitting next to Wooyoung, not facing him and wondering how he knew your name. You've never had a class with him and you've only seen him from far away. You've never been introduced to each other, and yet he knows your name. You are facing forward when Wooyoung slowly touches your shoulder, "Y/N," he said softly, "Are you okay?"

You start crying even harder and you covered your face with your hands. You felt something warm over your shoulders and you looked up to see Wooyoung wrapping his jacket across your shoulders. You sniffled rather loudly and for some reason Wooyoung has a freaking handkerchief with him. He offered it to you and you took it from him. You started dabbing your face with it when you realized how soft the material was. You start examining it with your hands-- It was white satin. Two dark blue gemstones were embroidered on the corner where his initials were. 

"Oh no! I got it dirty," you said as you try to start rub off the black marks that your makeup left on it. This night couldn't go any worse! You felt like you kept ruining everything and the tears started to well up again. "Hey, hey, hey," Wooyoung said softly, as he kneeled down in front of you. You looked into his face, he was looking up to you worriedly and he reached to push back your hair behind your ear. You stare into his eyes, they were so beautiful. He wore a little bit of eyeliner and it made his eyes look bigger-- like a doe. The more you stared at him the more you realized how pretty Wooyoung is.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" There it was again. The way he pronounced your name was the prettiest sound you have ever heard. His voice was so soothing, like an angel singing. He felt you staring at him a little longer than you should, so he began to smile. With two of his fingers he raised your chin and brought you closer to his face. "Would you like to dance with me?" You froze. He asked every girl out to dance tonight--except you. He then stood up and extended a hand towards you. He looks so princely in an all black outfit. You looked at his hand and then accepted it. He pulled you close and you begin to sway back and forth. He put one arm around your waist and held your other hand in his.

"Wooyoung," you whispered, "there's no music."

"Hmm? Oh, you can't hear it?" he said, and then he moved your arms to wrap them around his neck. "Should I sing you a song instead?" he said bringing you closer. "You can sing?" you blurted out.