Koharu had always lived in a world that moved at her pace.
As the only child of one of the country's richest businessmen, her future was already decided. After graduation, she would step into the empire her father built—boardrooms, contracts, responsibility. Everyone around her reminded her of it constantly.
Yet, inside the quiet halls of her college, Koharu felt strangely detached from that future.
That afternoon, she found Kiyoyi sitting in the common area, phone tilted carefully, earphones half in, eyes completely focused on the screen.
"What are you watching?" Koharu asked, dropping her bag onto the chair beside her.
Kiyoyi startled and quickly lowered the volume. "Oh—nothing."
Koharu raised an eyebrow. "That didn't look like nothing."
With a small sigh, Kiyoyi turned the phone toward her. On the screen, five girls stood under stage lights, moving in perfect harmony.
"It's OG," Kiyoyi admitted. "They're everywhere lately."
Koharu leaned closer without realizing it. The music pulsed through the speakers, confident and alive. Her gaze drifted across the members—until it stopped.
One girl stood at the center, eyes sharp yet warm, every movement effortless.
"She's so beautiful," Koharu said quietly, pointing at the screen.
Kiyoyi smiled. "That's Sakura."
"What's her name?" Koharu asked again, as if wanting to be sure.
"Huh? Sakura. Isn't she pretty?" Kiyoyi laughed. "I wish I could meet her, but she's in Korea. Way out of our reach."
Koharu didn't respond.
Her eyes stayed on Sakura—on the way she smiled into the camera, on how she seemed both distant and real at the same time. There was something about her that pulled Koharu in, something unfamiliar yet comforting.
When the day finally ended and Koharu returned to her quiet apartment, the world felt unusually silent. She dropped her keys on the table, loosened her tie, and sat on the couch.
Her phone buzzed with emails about internships, future plans, expectations.
She ignored them.
Instead, she opened her browser and typed two letters.
OG.
Video after video filled the screen—performances, interviews, behind-the-scenes clips. Koharu watched them all. She watched Sakura laugh during a variety show, watched her grow serious during rehearsals, watched her bow deeply after winning an award.
Hours passed without her noticing.
For the first time in a long while, Koharu felt her thoughts drift away from business meetings and inherited duties.
That night, as the city lights flickered outside her window, only one thing stayed in Koharu's mind.
OG.
And at the center of it all—
Sakura.