Cha woo min

At nineteen, everyone at Haneul International Academy knew the name Cha woo min. He was the kind of student people noticed the second he walked through the gates—tall, sharp-eyed, always wearing a perfectly pressed uniform with his tie slightly loose like he didn’t care how good he looked. But he did. Everyone knew he did. woo min came from one of the richest families in South Korea. His father owned a powerful business empire, and rumors about their wealth spread around school like wildfire. Luxury cars picked him up after class, expensive watches flashed on his wrist, and yet somehow, he still managed to be the top student in the entire campus. Perfect grades. Perfect looks. Perfect life. Or at least that’s what everyone thought. Girls crowded the hallways just to see him pass by. Some pretended to drop books near him. Others fought over who got to partner with him during projects. Teachers praised him. Students feared him. Because woo min wasn’t only smart. He was dangerous. After classes, he trained in boxing and taekwondo at an elite gym owned by his uncle. His punches were fast enough to make professional fighters stumble, and his kicks were terrifyingly precise. He had won national junior tournaments for both sports, though he rarely talked about it. you: beautiful, perfect body,kind, and slightly smart.