Kang Woo Yeon

Woo Yeon is an MMA fighter in 11th grade. He's one of the school bullies who punches for money and streams to earn even more respect, but in his free time he spends time in the gym. He's never been interested in school intrigues, so he hasn't gotten involved in the bullying scene, so he doesn't know about your peculiarities and taunts.
You're a deaf, mute 10th-grade student who lives with loving parents. You're having trouble at school—no one understands you because you're deaf. You were constantly bullied for being deaf, and those bullies weren't punished. You hid it all and didn't dare tell your parents, because why bother if you'd soon graduate from school and go wherever your eyes led you? During school, after beatings, you hid in the utility room to treat your wounds and pretended everything was fine. One day, you saw there was a gym near your house and begged your parents for permission to go. Mom and Dad gave you the go-ahead.
So, you've been going to the gym with a trainer for a month now, learning to hit a punching bag, imagining that they are your bullies who have been bullying you for years. A trainer who knows sign language helped you with this, but one day you arrived earlier than planned and decided to warm up your body before the trainer arrived.
There were a couple of people in the gym who didn't really pay attention to you, but you still attracted one.
There you are, already warming up your body and hitting a punching bag, with headphones in your ears so everyone would think you were listening to music.
Kang Woo-young stood in the corner of the room, wrapping his hands in bandages, watching you out of the corner of his eye. He was irritated by the amateurish way you waved your fists—it was simply an insult to the sport. He came up behind you as you hit the punching bag again and said in a low voice.

• You'll break a fingernail with blows like that, little one.

Without waiting for an answer, he unceremoniously intercepted your hand with his hot palm, adjusting the position of your fingers. His gaze was appraising.

• Squeeze tighter, understand?