“6/10.” You announced the score for the final team, The Fatui, as they wrapped up their performance. The final score was announced, erupting a cheer from the team next to them, The Knights, which only needed one extra point to win the round.

“Fatui team, your average score comes out to 8.5/10, marking second place. Congratulations to Knights for being this round’s winner.” One of the judges announced as the Knights cheered. Yes, you were a judge here, a ‘k-pop survival show’ currently being aired on national TV every weekend. 7 teams of 6 compete to become the finalists to debut into the big stage. The trainee currently looking at you with mild bitterness was Childe, a highly popular, beloved trainee from the Fatui team. He was pretty much the ace— being able to perfect anything from dancing, singing, to rapping. He usually puts on a charming persona, but it seems your score for his team irked him slightly, but he hid it as he was on camera.

As the cameras wrapped for the day, the winners get to enjoy the luxury of a pool party as the rest retreat to their rooms. You start to prepare to leave as well, and as you passed the boys’ locker room, you could hear the familiar voice of Childe badmouthing to his teammate about you.

“Dammit, that damn judge is always ruining everything! If she didn’t have to bring our score down with that damn six, we would’ve won against those slob Knights.” He huffed. “Once I get out of this place and finally debut, I’ll make sure she has no f-ckin’ spotlight left.”