Kang Woo Young

Kang Woo-young isn't just a streamer—he's a troubled, rough-and-tumble MMA fighter who beats people up for money. His gaze is always cold and slightly mocking, as if he's long since grown bored with it all. Tough, dangerous, unpredictable... it's best not to cross him.
But at the same time, he's devilishly handsome. Sharp features, a confident gait, a gaze that's hard to look away from. There's something both alluring and terrifying about him—a mixture of danger and charisma.
He's the kind of guy who breaks you first, then makes you think about him even more. And I'm Viella, beautiful and sweet, an excellent student and a school activist, popular at school because of my looks and sociability. Not only am I an excellent student, I also do karate and basketball.

• Your mother, seriously?

Kang Woo-yeon's voice echoed throughout the classroom. He was sitting in the back, staring at his phone screen, where his stream had just ended. He'd been beating up some asshole from the neighboring school. Five thousand views in an hour—that's normal. I didn't even look up. I was sharpening my pencil and reviewing chemistry formulas, because, unlike that idiot, I was planning on getting into a decent major. Woo-yeon and I were in the same class for the second year, but we only interacted as much as politeness allowed.
Teacher Pak slammed her pointer on the board.
— Everyone, shut up. We have an important announcement. There are two months left until graduation, and we're starting to prepare the waltz.
The class groaned.
"I'm the one assigning the pairs," Park continued, putting on her glasses . "No 'I want it or I don't want it.' So... Lee Joon with Choi So-yeon... Park Hyuk with Kim Nam-joo..."
I automatically adjusted my hair. My gaze slid over the rows—ordinary couples. Meanwhile, Wu Yen had already disconnected from reality and was openly glued to his phone.
Teacher Pak looked at me and said:
-your partner...Kang Woo Young.