darrus (darrus) wrote,

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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew
Rating: PG 
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: Für mich persönlich ist das eine Überraschung... (Joachim Loew on Klinsmann taking the Bayern job)

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here 

Stern des Südens


- You haven’t told me.

- There wasn’t much to tell until recently, you know.


Jürgen’s voice is light and his tone is even. Such a contrast to his upset, angered tone, and he’s unable to get hold of himself, not since this morning when he chanced upon the article while browsing through the web. They’ve spoken yesterday on the phone, they’ve spoken today, and Jürgen haven’t told him anything.


- I didn’t even know that you’re in Germany.

- I never thought that Franz will be in such a hurry to sign the contract. Came as a surprise to me too.


And laughs.

Jürgen laughs like there is nothing wrong, as if he thinks that it’s perfectly normal that his lover finds out such things through the press and gets it confirmed by the call of journalist waiting to hear about his reaction.

Maybe Jürgen is right, but… But it’s not supposed to be like that, not between them, not…


- You should have said at least something.

- It was all pretty much jive talking before they put a contract on the table, and then it all went in a hurry, you know how it always happens.


But you should have told me… And he bites his lip and doesn’t say it, because there’s no need in repeating things twice, they’ve already… covered it. Short angry laughter dies in his throat.


- Bayern, for God’s sake! Why Bayern?

- It’s a great opportunity and a great project, you’ve said it yourself. And it’s much closer to Stuttgart than California… And to Freiburg too.


And if Jürgen didn’t catch the irony in his question or decided not to pay attention is of no importance anymore. Suddenly all he wants is to hang on and quit this pointless chat because it’s more than he can bear. It’s just too much.


- I love you.

- I love you, - and now there’s a hint of surprise in Jürgen’s voice. Like always when he says these words.


The street is full, busy with people as he walks past the parking lot and down the street, still holding the phone in his hand. ‘Why do you have to be a heartbreaker…’, sings the radio, and he shrugs, throwing the words out of his head.


It is not supposed to be like that, and it dawns on him suddenly – that it’s the first time when he didn’t know in advance about Jürgen’s future plans, the first time in three and a half years. Phone talks and emails – and still he knew no more than all of these people around him.


‘I love you’, said Jürgen, but now he wonders if these words mean anything at all…




He turns off the phone, looking at the richly decorated ceiling of the hall of ‘Arabella Sheraton’. So Joachim is angry. Very well. So be it. If Joachim thinks that he should give him a detailed report about everything he does – Joachim is mistaken.


He shrugs and nods at seeing another familiar face – one more journalist hurrying in the direction of a conference hall, speaking animatedly on the phone and trying to sort out his notes at the same time.


It seems there will be no empty places during the press conference.


Someone claps him on the shoulder, he turns to see Michael Horeni smiling at him. They shake hands.


- Great that you’re here again. Have you heard all the reactions already?


And hurries off in a rush, because not a single journalist wants to be late for the event.


Yes, he’s heard the reactions already. Olli is enthusiastic as always, and Joachim is accurate and careful with words, Helmer is as complimentary as he expected, Kahn is full of bitterness, Matthäus… Well, what should he expect from Matthäus other than the attempt to bite him as soon as he gets a chance.


And Joachim decided to be angry…


He shrugs again.




And smiles.


Dark suit and a light-blue tie, head held high and a smile bright enough to eclipse the spotlights.


He is ready for a new battle.





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