Koharu sat in her private office, the city lights shining behind her like a crown she never asked for.
But her eyes weren't on the skyline.
They were on her laptop screen.
A paused video.
Sakura's face—tear-stained, furious, trembling with heartbreak.
The way she threw the flowers.
The way she said those words like knives.
"You're a fucking lunatic."
Koharu's chest tightened.
Her hand slowly reached out, fingers brushing the screen as if she could feel Sakura's warmth through glass.
"I ruined everything…" she whispered, her voice hollow.
Rinn stood near the door, arms crossed, watching her boss with a tired expression. She had stayed silent for days, letting Koharu suffer in her own storm.
But today, Koharu finally moved.
She shut the laptop.
Her eyes looked different—less desperate, more determined.
"I want to fix it," Koharu said.
Rinn blinked. "Fix it how?"
Koharu stood up, smoothing the sleeves of her coffee-shade suit like she was preparing for war. "I can't force Sakura to like me."
Rinn raised an eyebrow. "At least you're learning."
Koharu ignored the sarcasm. "But I can still protect what she loves."
Rinn's face softened slightly. "OG?"
Koharu nodded. "They're suffering because of me."
She walked toward her desk and opened a folder filled with reports—charts, sponsorship lists, contract cancellations, event rejections, social media decline, ticket sale drops.
Everything that had collapsed the moment Koharu withdrew her support.
Koharu's jaw clenched.
"I made them rise like a miracle," she murmured. "And then I made them fall like a curse."
Rinn's eyes narrowed. "So what's your plan?"
Koharu looked up, voice steady now. "A surprise."
Rinn stepped closer. "Koharu—surprises are what got you into this mess."
Koharu didn't smile. "Not this one."
She picked up her phone and called someone.
"Prepare the papers," she said calmly. "I want everything clean. No leaks. No rumors."
Rinn's stomach dropped. "What papers?"
Koharu ended the call and turned to Rinn.
"I'm going to give OG a future they can't lose again."
Rinn stared at her. "What does that even mean?"
Koharu's eyes darkened with something dangerous.
"It means…" she whispered, "no one will ever be able to throw them away again."
On the other side of the city…
OG's dorm was unusually quiet.
Aiko had finally sat with Sakura. Not much was said, but the tension between them had loosened—just enough for them to breathe again.
Hana was making instant ramen for everyone, trying to lighten the mood. Yuki was fixing the broken strap of her bag with thread. Kairi was scrolling through their old performances, muttering under her breath about how unfair everything was.
Sakura sat at the table, staring at her hands.
Her palms still felt cold.
Her phone buzzed.
One message.
From their manager.
"All members come to the company now. Urgent meeting."
Sakura's heart sank.
Aiko noticed instantly. "What happened?"
Sakura swallowed. "Meeting."
Kairi stood up. "Again? We just had one."
Hana forced a smile. "Maybe it's good news?"
But nobody believed that.
Not anymore.
They reached the company building within minutes.
The hallway felt too familiar.
The walls that once held their posters now displayed new faces—new groups, new dreams, new priorities.
OG entered the meeting room.
Their manager was already there.
His expression was stiff, unreadable.
Beside him sat unfamiliar people in suits.
Not staff.
Not stylists.
Not producers.
Businessmen.
Investors.
People who didn't look at idols like humans.
They looked at them like numbers.
Sakura's throat tightened.
Aiko's fingers curled into her palm.
Hana whispered, "Why are there outsiders here?"
Their manager cleared his throat.
The sound was sharp, cutting through the air like a warning.
"Sit."
OG sat.
No one spoke.
The manager looked down at the papers in front of him as if even he couldn't bear to look at them directly.
Then he said it.
"The company has made a decision."
Sakura's heart started pounding.
Aiko leaned forward slightly. "What decision?"
The manager's voice came out flat.
"OG has been sold."
Silence.
It didn't register at first.
Like the words were too impossible to enter their minds.
Then Yuki's eyes widened.
"What… do you mean sold?" she asked, voice shaking.
The manager didn't flinch.
"Our company has transferred your contract rights and management control to another party."
Hana's face went pale. "We're not a building."
Kairi stood up suddenly. "We're not shares!"
The men in suits didn't react.
They simply watched, bored.
Sakura's hands trembled under the table.
Aiko's voice turned sharp. "To who?"
The manager hesitated.
For the first time, his confidence cracked.
He looked uncomfortable.
Almost afraid.
Then he spoke, quieter.
"The buyer asked for anonymity until the final signature is completed."
Sakura felt her stomach twist.
Something about this felt wrong.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
Too… planned.
Aiko slammed her hand on the table. "So you're telling us our entire career is being handed over to someone we don't even know?"
The manager's voice hardened. "You don't have a choice."
Sakura's lips parted.
Her voice came out small.
"Why…?"
The manager's eyes flickered toward Sakura.
Just for a second.
Then away.
"Because your group is expensive," he said coldly. "And you're not profitable anymore."
That sentence hit like a slap.
Hana started crying silently.
Yuki's hands shook.
Kairi's eyes filled with rage.
Aiko's jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.
Sakura didn't cry.
She couldn't.
She just sat there feeling like the ground had disappeared.
The manager stood up and pushed a file toward them.
"Your new company representative will contact you soon."
Sakura stared at the file.
The paper felt like a coffin.
Aiko grabbed it first, flipping through quickly.
Then she froze.
Her face changed.
She looked up slowly, eyes wide with disbelief.
"What?" Kairi asked.
Aiko's voice turned into a whisper.
"This signature…"
Her finger pointed at the last page.
Sakura leaned forward, breath caught.
The name written there was clean and elegant.
The ink was still fresh.
And the name was one they all knew.
A name that had already destroyed them once.
A name that had power, money, and obsession wrapped in one.
Koharu.
Sakura's heart stopped.
Hana gasped.
Yuki covered her mouth.
Kairi cursed under her breath.
Aiko stared at Sakura like she couldn't decide whether to scream or protect her.
And Sakura…
Sakura felt the room spin.
Because Koharu hadn't left.
She hadn't stopped.
She hadn't given up.
She had simply changed her method.
And now…
OG wasn't just trapped in her world.
They belonged to it.