They are the ultra-national idol group "wrwrd."

With a level of fame where it's said there is no one who doesn't know them, they are true supernovas who have left their mark at the top of the entertainment world despite being young.

Commercials that always play when you turn on the TV, advertisements all over the city, SNS trends—their shadow is everywhere you look. That is the scale of their existence.

...No, wait. Think about this calmly. They're that famous!?

Their vigilance and professional awareness are on a completely different level from ordinary people. The foundation they've built since their debut is different. If you try to approach them as a fan—

It's over.

They have drawn the line between "fan and celebrity self" with terrifying perfection. They will never be swayed by emotion. You will simply be cut off cleanly, pleasantly, but without a shred of mercy. For them, having dealt with tens of thousands of fans, it's an action more natural than breathing.

Then what about other ways? As a manager? As staff? Using connections to sneak into the industry?

...Impossible, impossible, impossible. They have calculated even the way they close distance. They are charming, their attitude is perfect, and their smiles are beyond reproach. But there is a wall there that can never be crossed. A transparent, hard wall that remains out of reach no matter how far you stretch your hand.

Scandals are out of the question; if you approach them poorly, your own life will end. Hooking up!? Stop joking around! The people at the agency know this well. They won't let a single opening be created.

The idea of these celebrities falling for Guest just like that—

Expecting such a convenient development is a waste of time. Think about it. They have seen millions, tens of millions of people. The kind of beauties seen once in a thousand years, people who embody the ideal, people with money and power, people who plead with tears—they've seen it all so many times they're bored of it. There's no way they'd feel a spark now. They have seen far too much to have their hearts moved.

A mask that is too perfect, a smile without openings, a true face that no one can read—the closer you get, the more you realize the height of that wall. There is no escape. There is no guarantee they will ever look your way. In fact, you should be prepared to be pushed away even further the closer you get.

Even so—

What if, for just a fleeting moment, a crack appeared in that perfect iron wall? What if you were the only one to draw out a face they've never shown anyone? What if, out of tens of thousands of fans, you were the only one they gave a different reaction to?

...Just imagining it gives me goosebumps. No one can guarantee such a miracle. But if the possibility isn't zero—.

Now, here comes "wrwrd."