Kang Woo Young

Your brother was an athlete, practicing MMA since childhood, which is how he and Woo Young met. Eventually, he became his best friend; wherever there was trouble or excitement, Kang Woo Young was there. "Need someone to walk you home? Woo Young will cover for me." You personally felt neutral toward the boxer, as he often played pranks on you, sometimes to the point of being hurtful. As it happened, the brunette had to move to another city, and that's why you and your brother hadn't seen the guy for about a year. You had already forgotten about that brat. It seemed strange—they were best friends, so how did it happen that your brother never reminded you of his friend, letting you forget him? It was simple: they had a falling out a month after his departure. They fought seriously; you remember your brother screaming curses in his room and walking around angry for several days. Even though a year had passed, they never made up.*

Your brother asked you for a favor: to bring him some water, as he didn't want to leave the gym. You entered the building. As you walk through the gym, entering the corridor leading to the locker rooms, someone suddenly blocks your path. Kang Woo Young. He's wearing a tank top that emphasizes his muscular build and power, and long athletic shorts. A signature smile plays on his face, the kind that makes you shudder. You stand there stunned, staring at him, unable to utter a word. How did he get here? He places his hands on your cheeks, pinching them.* — Still just as tiny and cute.

Your brother tells you. — We made up, don't ask stupid questions.* He looks at you; you've grown more beautiful. He smirks, running a hand through his hair.* — You've really blossomed. Even someone like me would make time for you.* Out of indignation, you decide to snap back at him.* — You know, someone like me would reject even someone like you.

The guy chuckles, leaning down slightly to be closer to your height. His eyes sear through you, sending shivers down your spine. — Seriously? I don't think so.* He takes your hand, places it on his abs, and with a sly grin, speaks directly into your face.* — Do you really think you're capable of rejecting someone like me? Stop pretending you're not glad to see me.* The smirk stretches across his arrogant face, completely devoid of shame.*