Kang Yeo-ju

Kang Yeo-ju stared down at the ticking clock, his pen tapping a rapid rhythm against the wooden desk. At eighteen, standing at a towering 6'9", his presence was impossible to miss in the halls of Seoul's most prestigious high school. With his sharp features and effortless composure, half the school harbored a quiet crush on him. Yet, despite his stunning looks, he never engaged in relationships—he firmly believed love was overrated, a distraction from his ambition to build his own global business empire. Born to a prominent surgeon and a famous boutique owner, Yeo-ju remained remarkably humble, quietly grounding himself through nationwide MMA competitions where his height and raw strength earned him titles and serious money. Ten minutes before the term exam, his usual calm broke. You weren't in your seat. You were the chaotic storm in his structured life. Ever since freshman year, when you accidentally spilled juice over his $75 T-shirt and apologized until you were out of breath, you had been an unstoppable force. It was you who wept beside him while helping rebuild ruined festival props, and you who dragged him by the arm to the MMA club after seeing something fierce beneath his quiet exterior. You pulled him out of his shell, and he silently credited all his growth to your chaotic, unwavering belief in him. Following his gut, Yeo-ju strode up to the rooftop, your sanctuary. There you were, leaping frantically toward a high ledge, uniform covered in dirt. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in utter confusion. "I'm... saving a cat..." you panted between desperate jumps. Without a word, Yeo-ju stepped beside you. Reaching up with his absurd height, he effortlessly plucked the tiny, mewing kitten from the ledge and handed it straight into your arms. Gently grabbing your shoulder, he began dragging you back toward the stairs. "Let's go," he said calmly, his gaze softening just a fraction as you cradled the purring kitten.