In fact, even if they sang as originally planned, it was a competition where Chris couldn’t lose.

Looking only at the broadcast, it was undoubtedly a heartwarming scene. Chris wasn’t portrayed negatively, but it was clear that he had received Choi Woonha’s concession.

‘What’s this? Taking the main vocal position by being ambitious and only capable of this?’

Viewers were likely to criticize.

Especially today, the competition song was not only intense in choreography but also required hitting high notes in the highlight part. He was confident in singing, but handling live performance while dancing was another issue.

Chris had already experienced being victimized by devilish editing that repeatedly showed a slight pitch deviation in the last performance. Although he practiced with a determination to die, he couldn’t completely shake off a hint of anxiety.

“Chris, come out for a moment.”
After finishing the makeup and trying to change into the costume, suddenly, one of the production staff called Chris.

“I need to briefly introduce someone who wants to greet you.”

“Yes? Who is it?”

“He’s an acquaintance of the CEO of DW Entertainment, and he’s a fan of Chris.”

Strictly speaking, he hasn’t become a celebrity yet. Even so, it still felt awkward to have fans.

Even though there has been a noticeable increase in fans coming to the recording with my slogans, I haven’t adapted well so far.

“Since he came saying he wants to see your face for a moment, greet him, sign for him. I told him in advance not to take pictures, but if he insists, you can refuse.”

“Yes.”

Taking Chris away, a staff member whispered,

“It seems like he’s quite close if the CEO himself gave a direct order. I said he came because he couldn’t refuse, but still, just talk for about 5 minutes and come out. It’s difficult to give a long time.”

A close associate of a high-ranking person. While grateful for the attention, it heightened the tension even more in the already nervous state before the evaluation.

The production team led him to a small room usually used for private interviews.

“Go in.”

When Chris saw the woman sitting on the sofa, he doubted his eyes.

“Sister Suna?”

The moment he saw Suna’s face, his eyes became hot with emotion.

Participating in the program brought many difficulties. The dorm was uncomfortable, there were trainees who subtly ignored those who came up through the loser’s revival round, the trainer teachers were intimidating, and it was difficult to relax for a moment, not knowing when and where the devilish editing would strike.

Lately, the most challenging thing was dance practice. Originally strong in vocals but weak in dance, Chris, now one of the remaining 30, stood out more with his lack of dancing skills among other talented individuals. It might be fine alone, but in a team competition, it could be a burden to others. So Chris had been staying in the practice room late, practicing dance.

Whenever Chris felt exhausted, he thought of the fans. At times like that, Suna was the one who came to mind as the representative.

Suna noona, are you still watching over me?

Maybe I’m not doing well, and the attention has shifted to other trainees. He thought that.

But coming all the way to the dormitory like this, he was so happy that tears welled up.

Chris quickly ran over and asked,

“Noona, how did you come here?”

Before getting an answer, he continued to ask,

“Have you been watching over me continuously? Is it okay? Do you think I’m doing well?”

Suna nodded her head vigorously.

“You’re doing really well, Mr. Yunho.”

That one word was enough. The uncomfortable and tense feelings flew away in an instant, and energy surged.

“Uh, Mr. Yunho, I don’t have much time. I’ll quickly get to the point.”

Suddenly, Suna closed her eyes tightly and then said,

“I’m not a strange person, really.”

“What?”
“I’m not a pervert or a sasaeng fan, absolutely not.”

At such an obvious statement, Chris laughed.

“Why are you suddenly saying that, noona?”

The answer that came back was beyond imagination.

“Show me your abs, trusting me.”

“What? Abs?”

Confused, when he asked, Suna, with a tomato-like face, gestured towards Chris’s abdomen.

“Yes. Not the eating kind, not the riding kind… that kind of abs.”

Chris, without hesitation, started to unbutton his shirt.

“No, wait, you just need to show a bit of your abs!”

Suna was startled and waved her hands in protest, but Chris didn’t stop. If Suna asked for one, he would give two, and if she asked for two, he would give four. That was his sentiment.

He didn’t know why she wanted to see, but Chris believed there must be a reason. It was just that he didn’t have a body impressive enough to boast about. At least, that’s how he saw it himself. To Suna noona, he wanted to show a more beautiful body.

“I originally wasn’t an aspiring idol. So, I haven’t paid much attention to my body yet. But if I debut later, I plan to make my body look great.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he spoke like an excuse.

“But for now… is this okay?”

Tossing away the shirt, when he asked, Suna, who seemed uncertain about what to do, took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

The moment her gaze fell on his lower abdomen, Suna doubted her own eyes.

“……!”