darrus (darrus) wrote,

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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew
Rating: none
Language: English
Warning: RPS

Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy

Summary: the usual day of German National team's coaching staff.

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here 

Che Sara


“Joachim Löw!” Bierhoff’s voice greets me from the other side of the corridor. Two passing by officials look at us disapprovingly – it’s not common to speak so loudly in the halls of DFB. Olli is standing at my office’s door, holding some newspaper. Instead of greeting, he shoves it under my nose.


“What. Is. It?” He sounds indignant.


First thing I see is ridiculous photomontage of Jürgen as a Freedom Statue, with ball instead of torch.


“It’s a certain four-letter-newspaper, today’s number, I guess. Since when are you reading ‘Bild’, Olli?”


“Since it became the only way for me to learn about my friends’ future plans!” He’s positively fuming. Andy, who seems to appear from nowhere, grips our shoulders and shoves us both in the direction of my office. Yes, he’s right, having scandal in the corridor definitely won’t do.


Hansi is inside already, sitting at the table. I’m taking the chair next to him, Andy sits down on the opposite side. Olli throws the newspaper on the table in front of me and starts pacing the room, than stops and looks directly at me.


“’Jürgen hinted!’ No, just look at it! ‘Jürgen hinted.’ Why haven’t I heard anything about it?”


“Because it was no more than just a hint. I know no more than you”. I’m trying to sound reasonable, and I’m saying the truth, by the way.


“Aha. And you want me to believe this? ‘Jürgen hinted long time ago’. Your words or not?”


I read the quote they published. Yes, for once it’s correct, that’s what I said when they called to know my reaction. And two paragraphs lower is another highly interesting quote…


“Judging by your words, you knew everything too”.


“It was no more than a running joke, as you should very well remember!”


“But I decided to interpret it as a hint”. I’m smiling. Olli looks at me for a second, clearly at a loss for words.


“Whatever”, and he turns his back at me.


“Whatever”, answer I and turn my back at him. We’re probably looking like two children now.


“Such a good weather today”, says Andy nonchalantly. Next second we all are laughing, unable to stop. Olli falls on a chair, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.


“And I’m still angry at you, remember this!” It just increases the fun.


“I swear, if I’ll know something for sure, I’ll tell you”.


“As if someone will believe you now”, says Olli and throws the “Bild” into the trash bin. We all are in such a good mood now that even thinking about work seems impossible. But we have to be present at today’s matches, and it would be good to have some strategy as to what we should be looking at and whom we should be watching more closely.


“Any new materials from Urs?”


“None”, Hansi starts putting DVDs on the table. “And by the way, Jogi, I tried to call you last Wednesday, but you were not answering the phone, and the next day your phone was off”.


Oh yes, my phone was most definitely off. I can’t keep a smile off my face when I’m thinking about the end of last week.


“I said I don’t want to be disturbed. Something happened?”


“No, nothing important, I just wanted to discuss one question with you, but you clearly didn’t want to discuss anything with me or anyone else”, he smiles.


“Can I have some time for my private life?”


“So private that even your wife doesn’t know where you are?” Laughs Olli.


“Daniela? What does she have to do with this?”


“I called her when I was unable to reach you”, smiles Hansi apologetically. “She said she has no idea where you are”.


I shrug and open my notebook. Hansi elbows me playfully.


“So, is she any good?”


“What are you talking about?” I’m doing my best to look innocent.


“The one you’ve spent these days with”, whispers Hansi conspiratorially.


“Who said I was with someone?” Instead of answering, these three start to laugh. Whatever, as long as they don’t get any idea about what’s really going on…


“Maybe we should finally start working?” I’m saying it in my best command voice.


“The most constructive idea I’ve heard this whole morning. From all of you”, comments Andy.


“You’re no fun”, laughs Olli. Andy doesn’t deign it with answer, putting the DVD in the player. I turn my attention to the screen.


But Jürgen will definitely hear from me later today. I too don’t like the situation when I’m learning about my lover’s future plans from “Bild”.






Author’s notes: “Che sara” means “What will be”

Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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