The room was too quiet for news like that.
The manager's voice sounded distant, almost unreal.
"This is your final comeback. If it doesn't receive a win… we will have to disband OG."
The words settled slowly, like dust after something shattered.
No one spoke.
Hana's lips trembled, but she pressed them together, forcing herself to stay still. Yuki stared at the table, her jaw tight, nails digging into her palms. Kairi blinked rapidly, as if refusing to let the tears fall. Aiko lowered her head, shoulders stiff, breathing shallow.
Sakura sat frozen.
She had imagined this moment before—late at night, when doubt crept in—but hearing it out loud felt different. Final. Irreversible.
"We'll do our best," Sakura said at last, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest.
The manager nodded, already standing. The meeting ended just like that—as if five lives hadn't just been placed on a deadline.
The ride back to their apartment was silent.
No music. No jokes. No complaints.
When the door closed behind them, the strength they had borrowed for the meeting vanished.
Hana broke first.
She sank to the floor, covering her face. "I don't want it to end like this."
Yuki dropped beside her, tears spilling freely now. "We worked so hard. How can it just… be over?"
Kairi's shoulders shook as she leaned against the wall, sobs she had held in for months finally escaping. "I'm not ready to stop being on stage."
Aiko wrapped her arms around all of them, her own tears falling silently. "We promised we'd stay together."
Sakura stood in the doorway, watching them fall apart—and then she did too.
She knelt down and pulled them into her arms, the five of them collapsing into one trembling circle. Their cries filled the apartment, raw and unfiltered, the sound of dreams breaking.
"We're really over this time," Hana whispered between sobs.
"No more comebacks," Yuki choked out. "No more cheers."
"Our last performance…" Kairi said, her voice barely audible.
Sakura closed her eyes tightly.
The stage lights she loved—the ones that had once felt like home—flickered in her mind like a fading memory.
If this comeback failed, there would be no encore.
No second chances.
Just silence where music once lived.
That night, OG held each other until exhaustion pulled them into sleep, knowing that the next time they stepped on stage…
It might be for the last time.