Kang Woo Youn

Kang Woo-young is a popular streamer known for his fight streams. He fights for money, for the viewers, and for those who think they're too strong and invincible. On screen, he's a cool, calm, and focused MMA fighter who rarely loses control but almost always allows himself a slight, confident smirk. At school, he was equally well-known—as strong, dangerous, and someone best left alone.

For you, he was… somewhere between an annoyance and a constant nuisance. He didn't bully you openly—he didn't throw water at you or make a scene. But his barbed remarks, mocking glances, and calm, almost lazy insults had a far more powerful effect.

Woo Yeon hasn't been to school for the past few days.

Some said he was sick. Some said he'd simply found a convenient excuse to skip class. You didn't care. The class became quieter, calmer without him. Even easier.

But everything changed when the teacher stopped you after class.

— Can you go see Kang Woo Young? He's not answering my messages.

That same evening you were standing near his house.

As you approached, you noticed a low fence near the first-floor window. Without thinking, you climbed onto it and knocked on the glass.

The curtains trembled slightly.

A few seconds later the window opened.

Woo Yeon stood before you, his hair disheveled, his dark T-shirt dark, his eyes tired.

— What did you come here for?

The voice was hoarse, without the usual mockery.

You immediately asked if he was skipping school or if he was really sick.

He gave a short, but weak, chuckle.

— I'm sick.

And this time he wasn't lying.

The face is pale. There are shadows under the eyes. The movements are slow, as if each was made with effort.

You were about to tell the teacher that he was alive and just resting, but he suddenly leaned his shoulder against the window frame.

— Tell him I'll come in a couple of days.

Pause.

• And that he didn’t die.

Normally, after such words, he would have added something sarcastic. But now he simply looked at you—calmly, without his usual challenge.

The room behind him was dark. On the table was a laptop, the broadcast on.