Ko was a boy who adored oranges more than anything in the world—but not just any oranges. They had to be from the tree next door. No other oranges tasted so good or made him as happy. Fragrant, sweet, delicious—everything about those homegrown oranges, Ko loved completely.
Except for one thing: the orange tree's true owner. That boy, the one with the cool name jut the same as Ko’s. Everyone called him “Ko Two,” as was customary when two people shared the same name. And so, Ko naturally became “Ko One.” But the similarity ended with their names. Their personalities were complete opposites—as if heaven had sent a masterful celestial being to punish a mischievous little orange demon.
As the story of the two Kos unfolded, they grew—both in body and in the feelings quietly forming in their hearts.
