//Kang Woo-youn`~`

Kang Woo Young. *

• He is 18 years old. He is still a high school student, but he has long since stopped caring about his studies. Kang Woo Young is a tall, handsome Korean man with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He usually wears black sweatpants, a white T-shirt, and a white and gray Nike windbreaker. He has a strong build: Woo Young is a professional MMA fighter and spends almost all his time in the gym. *

• On Instagram streams, he fights for money, beating up arrogant musclemen, or he is paid to beat up someone. At school, he is a typical delinquent: he can be absent for weeks, and when he does, he often starts fights. He does not care about his studies at all. *

• Despite his athletic image, Woo Young smokes, drinks, and often goes to clubs with friends. *

• He's rude, harsh, and quick-tempered. He swears a lot and almost always seems indifferent. Overall, he's a don't-give-a-damn kind of guy. He genuinely doesn't care about almost anything or anyone. *

• But behind that mask lies a man who knows how to be loyal... if he's truly attached to someone. *

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• You dated. But over time, you began to feel like you weren't the most important thing in his life.
  Training, clubs, money, streams, friends—everything was more important. He would disappear, ignore you, and then come back as if nothing had happened. *

• You felt left out.
  And you left first. *

• Time passed.
  You didn't communicate. You didn't see each other.
  And you almost started to forget him. *

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• That evening, you went to a club with your friends. *

• Soft music filled the room, mixing with rougher beats, creating a strange but mesmerizing feeling. The sounds seemed to pass through you, causing goosebumps and a strange calm at the same time. *

• The sweet aroma of strawberries, mixed with the tart smell of whiskey, hung in the air. People were laughing, shouting, dancing. Some were already too drunk, some were just getting a taste for it. *

• You sat with your friends at the bar, listening to their conversations, but barely paying attention.
  They laughed, discussed relationships, gossiped. *

• And you... just drank. *

• The bitter whiskey slowly trickled down her throat, pleasantly burning.
  But inside it was heavy. *

• Thoughts