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Chapter 14: The Language of Touch

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The team is firing on all cylinders—until Coach Jang pits them against Westridge College for a friendly matcha ruthless opponent known for dirty tactics and psychological games. When Westridge targets not just the players but also their devoted "support" crew, the game becomes personal.

A brutal first half leaves the team demoralized, but a cocky challenge from Westridge's captain—offering "dates" with their "partners" as a victory prize—ignites their fighting spirit. 

Prepare for a bond tested by fire, defiance in the face of impossible odds, and the razor's edge between devotion and obsession.

Anticipate the heat of jealousy, the ferocity of mine, and the paralyzing vulnerability of being truly known—flaws and all.




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Energy pulsed through the gym—the squeak of sneakers against hardwood, the relentless drum of dribbling basketballs, and the brisk exhales of players fill the air with intensity. The team moved with a newfound synchronicity, their passes crisp, their defense tight. No one dragged their feet. No one groaned about the sprints or the grueling drills. It's as if a switch has flipped, and the boys were playing like a team reborn.

Coach Jang stood at the sidelines, arms crossed, his usual stern expression softened by the faintest hint of pride. His eyes tracked the players—every pivot, every shot, every perfectly executed play.

He glanced over at JL, Woongki, Shuaibo, and Joohhyung, who were stationed near the benches like a well-oiled support crew. Woongki was scribbling something in a notebook (probably another snack schedule), JL was adjusting the straps on a first-aid kit, Shuaibo was refilling water bottles, and Joohhyung was stretching his hands—ready to jump in as a masseur the second the practice ends.

Coach Jang clapped his hands sharply, voice booming. "Alright, huddle up!"

The team jogged over, sweat dripping but spirits high. There's a fire in their eyes that wasn't there a few days ago. Even the most exhausted players stood tall, waiting for Coach's words.

Coach Jang scanned their faces, nodding slowly. "You've been putting in the work. I see it. And I know why." He jerked his chin toward the four helpers. "Those four have been running themselves ragged keeping you all in one piece. So, if we win against Riverview next week, they're taking half the credit."

The team erupted into cheers, clapping and whooping. Woongki dramatically bowed while Shuaibo laughed, waving them off. JL ducked his head, embarrassed but pleased. Joohhyung just grinned, cracking his knuckles.

"Coach, at this rate, we're not just beating Riverview—we're gonna demolish them!" Heejun declared, grinning widely.

More cheers ensued, fists pumping. Coach Jang held up his hand, and the noise died down instantly.

"Confidence is good. Cockiness gets you wrecked. And to prove that, we've got a little... test prepared for you today." Coach Jang announced firmly. The team exchanged glances. A test?

Hannie tilted his head, eyes sharp with interest. "What kind of test, Coach?"

Coach Jang's lips curled—an unusual smirk that instantly hooked the team's focus. "A scrimmage. Against Westridge College."

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