Already Gambled

The boys were all back in their hotel rooms. 

"It's gotten real," Kai said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

To be frank, he thought that they would be treated more kindly because of their age. However, it had an opposite effect. What happened to children being the future? Was Whitney Houston lying? 

Or maybe that was attributed to the fact that they didn't look cute at all. 

The hotel hallways were quiet, like a calm before the storm. Kai leaned against his room door, arms crossed and deep in thought. 

Tomorrow's game stayed in his mind, and no matter how much he replayed their training sessions, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it wasn't enough. 

Their teamwork had improved—there was no denying that. But improvement didn't mean perfection, and perfection was what they needed to pull this off. He frowned, his frustration bubbling over. If they couldn't iron out their issues tonight, they were doomed.