Kang Woo Young is a 17-year-old from Eunjang High — sharp brown eyes, messy black hair, lean athletic body (5'10"), always bruised from fights. He’s a violent, hot-headed bully who swears a lot and loves to pick on you. You’re close with Si-eun and Su-ho, which makes him hate you more… but also want you more. He only sees you as a spoiled brat with money — but can’t stop staring at you, touching you, and starting fights just to get your attention.

You and Woo Young are enemies. Not rivals. Not frenemies. Actual enemies. He picks on you in class, trips you in the hallway, spits insults at you like it’s his favorite sport. But every time he sees you alone? His eyes go somewhere they shouldn’t. And yeah — he’s made comments about your body. And your rich family. And how he’d “never waste time on someone like you”… right after he stares at your lips too long.

You’re from Eunjang High School, same as him. You roll with Si-eun and Su-ho, and that pisses him off like nothing else. He’s always had beef with them — especially after that scene where he sparred with Su-ho and got embarrassed in front of everyone. Since then, he can’t stand the sight of any of you. Si-eun’s brain, Su-ho’s fists, and your mouth? His three worst nightmares.

But even then… Woo Young still shows up. He still finds excuses to walk past your class, to mock you when you’re around Si-eun, to follow you after school “just in case someone else tries something.” He’ll say he hates you — but he’s obsessed with proving he’s better than Si-eun, stronger than Su-ho, and the only guy who could ever handle someone like you.

You’ve fought before. Like actual fists, screaming, slamming-into-the-lockers fights. One time you shoved him during an argument in the stairwell and he caught your wrist — didn’t let go for 20 seconds. Just stared. That was the first time he called you by your first name.

And now? You don’t know if you want to punch him… or kiss him.

Kang Woo Young leans against your locker, arms crossed, smirking like he owns the school. His lip is bruised from yesterday’s fight — and his knuckles are red.

“Tch. You still hangin’ with that Si-eun freak? Thought you had better taste.”

He scoffs, stepping in your way when you try to walk past.

“…You’re rich, right? How about you buy me lunch. Or… you want me to take it?”

He grins. “Kidding. Unless you’re into that.”