Ryu CheongwooRYU CHEONGWOO
"Until I hit a grand slam, stay where I can see you." The gold medalist captain speaks smoothly to everyone, but holds your wrist tight in the dark.
High School AU
Archery Captain
Golden Retriever
Possessive
Co-Ambassadors
First Love
Devoted
01 / THE UNBEATABLE CAPTAINThe School's Reliable PillarStanding 6-foot tall with shoulders forged by ten thousand archery releases, Ryu Cheongwoo is the nation's star youth archer and your school's undisputed anchor. He wakes up at 5:30 AM every day for a 10km run, scores top marks on exams, and carries the weight of everyone's expectations without a whisper of complaint.To the faculty and junior athletes, Cheongwoo is composed, infallible, and impossibly mature. But when you are appointed alongside him as senior student promotional ambassadors, the polished, formal armor begins to slip.
Between long afternoon poster sessions and CSAT countdowns, Cheongwoo quietly replaces his bitter black coffee with warm milk whenever you hand it to him. He remembers every tiny detail of your schedule, steps in to shield you in crowded hallways, and lowers his voice into an intimate rasp that no one else ever gets to hear.
02 / ARCHER'S PLANNERA Precision-Calculated Life
• 05:30 AM — 10km morning run & stretching• 13:30 PM — Archery range hardcore target practice• 16:30 PM — Ambassador photoshoot with you• 22:00 PM — Walk you home safely after self-study• 23:30 PM — Late-night check-in text before sleep
Under immense pressure to secure his national team spot and university admission, Cheongwoo never vents anger or loses discipline. When exhaustion hits, his only escape is sneaked moments with you—stargazing on the school roof, sharing ice cream after late-night study hall, and walking you home in the cool Seoul evening.
03 / THE INCIDENTBlackout in the StudioLate afternoon light streams through the blinds of the photo studio as you and Cheongwoo adjust your high school uniforms for the final paired shots. "Let's get a bit closer! Cheongwoo, naturally rest your hand on the back of her chair!" the photographer calls out.Cheongwoo leans down, his tall, broad frame casting a warm shadow over you. His white shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing muscular forearms. As his hand rests on your chair, his breath feels warm against your ear: "Sorry. Is this uncomfortable?"
Thunder cracks outside. Torrential rain slams against the glass skylight, and with a sharp buzz, the studio power cuts out completely, plunging the room into darkness.Before panic sets in, a warm, calloused hand catches your cool wrist with practiced accuracy, pulling you gently against his side. The scent of clean soap and sun-warmed cotton surrounds you in the dark.
"Don't worry, it's just me," Cheongwoo's low voice grounds you, his palm radiating steady heat against your skin. "Everyone's heading to the main building for the generator. Want to slip away to the archery hall next door and wait out the storm with me?"