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: Quiet evening in Loew household

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here

Live With Somebody You Love


*Roses in the thin vase. Soft clicks of metal on porcelain. Voice of the news reporter in the background, slightly muted. Sounds of traffic from the street. Fine aroma of jasmine tea*


He’s changed, he’s changed so much in these two months, he’s changed, and I don’t understand it. What’s going on, Jogi, Joachim, what’s going on with you?


- Do you like the biscuits?


I don’t understand this euphoria about the performance of the team. We’ve won the matches we had to win in any given situation. Nothing more. I wish our next match was with Brazil, or England, or Italy, or even with Czechs. Only then will we know the real strength of the team. But for German press it doesn’t matter. And this hoopla won’t do anyone any good, that’s for sure.


- Haven’t tried them yet. Would you pass me one, please?


He’s different, he looks different, he’s so… He’s beautiful. I don’t remember him ever looking so stunningly beautiful, I would have fallen in love with him if I didn’t love him so much already…


- So? Are these any good?


The only good thing about it all is that they are letting us work in peace. So far so good. If nothing goes wrong, we’ll be finishing this year as the leaders of our group. If nothing goes wrong…


- When have I found something you’ve cooked not good, love?


What is going on, why has he changed so much? He’s so confident, his eyes are shining again. Is it just because they are winning? Is it because his current job is so important? Something happened, I know that something happened, but what, what?


- Well, I can remember one or two episodes…


*Laughter. Sound of a liquid being poured in porcelain cup.*


This damned sixth match. And I don’t even believe in superstitions. And it’s Cyprus, for God’s sake! But still they beat Ireland. Another match where there’s nothing to win and so much to lose... Sixth match. Well, let’s see.


- I was a fool back then. Aha, it’s something new. Can I have another one?


I’m losing him, my God, I’m losing him, something is going on in his life, and I don’t know anything, I don’t know… He’s shutting me out, and I love him, and I’m losing him… What to do, how can I hold him with me, what can I do?


- Everything’s for you, Jogi. Frau Schulz gave me this recipe today, and I decided to try it on you.




I haven’t told her anything about her new dress. Is it new? Ah, doesn’t matter, compliments are always welcome. Need to find a right moment and say something.


- Frau Schulz?


He’s shutting me out, he doesn’t talk to me any more, what to do, what to do? What if he asks for a divorce? Oh God, please, please, I can’t lose him, I can’t live without him, I can’t, I need to hold him, but how, how, how?


- New neighbors, yellow house on the opposite side of the street, remember? She’s blonde and always walking with these two Chihuahuas, and wears a red coat embroidered with autumn leaves.


I have to speak with Magath. If he insists on keeping Podolski on the bench, it can easily turn into trouble. No, better ask Olli to talk with him. Or should I do it myself? I’ll call Olli tomorrow, and we’ll discuss it. Yes, that’ll be better.


- Ah, the one you called the Otter, right?




- Jogi!


- At least I’m remembering the right person, am I?


What can I do to keep him? If only we had children, if only… It could have been easier, so much easier. What if I suggested adoption, but no, he won’t agree, we talked about it, he didn’t want it, and he won’t agree now, he doesn’t need it now… How can I keep him? He’s changed, and I love him even more, and I’m losing him…


- Well, she looks a bit like otter, but she is fine. I like talking to her, and she’s so good at cooking.


Oh, now I remember what I haven’t done. I forgot to ask Urs to send me tactical schemes from Cyprus’s last two matches. Andy will kill me tomorrow. I need to do it first thing in the morning. Call Urs and ask him to send me the schemes. Or I’ll be in big trouble.


- No better than you, love, no one can be better than you.


He’s not talking to me any more, he doesn’t even talk about Him any more, does it mean that he’s got over this man, does it mean that this infatuation is over? I remember how he was in August, he was like frozen, and now he is shining, he’s so confident, he’s so… Is it over? But why doesn’t he let me in, why, why?


- Jogi! You’re always saying things like that… Ah, yes, Flick called today, said your mobile phone was off, he wanted to remind you about some schemes, said you know what it’s about.


Now I’m in trouble for sure. If I’m coming without these schemes tomorrow Andy will bite my head off. Call Urs first thing in the morning, hopefully he’ll be at home.


- Yes, I know, it’s tactics again. Good that you remembered.


Flick… Is it where he finds his comfort? This change… Yes, it happened in September, I noticed this change after September matches, after Flick became his assistant, is it Flick then? He even looks a bit like this man, is it why Jogi is so different, do they have an affair, does Jogi use him as a substitution because he looks like Him?


- Funny thing, I recently noticed that Flick looks a bit like Jürgen, doesn’t he?


Hansi? Nonsense. Hansi and Jürgen? But yes, she is probably right, there’s something. Some little details that may look similar. But it’s just nonsense – comparing Hansi to my Jürgen. My Jürgen. My Jürgen. Mine.


- Strange, now that you mention it, I see it too, but I haven’t even thought about it before. You’re always noticing every detail.


I hate this man, he took my Jogi away, I hate him, what does he have, what did he do to my husband? And now I can’t understand anything, what’s going on, does Jogi still love Him, why doesn’t he let me in, why? What should I do, I’d do anything, anything, but what should I do?


- More tea?


My Jürgen. Mine. For a moment, for a couple of hours – mine. I need to see him again. I need to touch him again. I need to be sure that it wasn’t a dream. He’ll come soon, but not soon enough… I miss him.


- Thank you, love. I think it’s enough.


*Sound of chairs being moved, dishes being gathered from the table. Soft clicks of washing machine*


I can’t stand it, he’s so distant, he doesn’t let me near, and something happened, he’s so different now, what if he decides to leave me? No, no, no, I can’t even think about it, I don’t even want to think about it, but he’s so different, and so beautiful, and so confident, and his eyes are so bright… What should I do, what?


- God, I’m tired. It was a long day.


I miss him. I know he won’t call today, he never calls this late, but maybe… No, it’s foolish. He won’t call.


- You look so beautiful in red.


Jogi, Joachim, love, what should I do, what do you want me to do? I’ll be anything you want me to be, I’ll do everything, I swear, I’ll do everything, stay with me, please, don’t leave me, stay with me, I love you, I can’t stand it, stay with me…


- Are you going to bed?


I can’t. It’s unfair to her, but I can’t. Poor Daniela, she deserves so much better than that. It would be so much better to ask her for a divorce. It’ll be much more fair, I’m cheating on her anyway. But I can’t afford it, because I’m in the spotlight now. I should have done it six years ago. Now I can’t afford the scandal. And it could put him on the line too…


- I have to work a little more. Don’t wait for me.


He refuses, he refuses to touch me again, he’s rarely at home and now he finds an excuse not to go to bed with me. Why, why, where does he find his release, does he really have a lover, why doesn’t he want to be with me, why?


*Sound of a kiss*


- Just don’t stay awake too late.


I can’t keep rejecting her. I’m her husband, I have a duty. But not tonight. I can’t go to bed with her thinking about him. My Jürgen, my treasure… Great, now I’m being sentimental.


- Good night, love. And don’t worry.


I’m losing him, I’m losing my Jogi, he’s still my husband, but I’m losing him, what to do, what to do, how can I make him return to me, what can I do?


- Good night.


*Sound of a bedroom door closing. Squeaking of the window frame. Scent of cigarette smoke*


My Jürgen. Mine. Maybe I should just call him myself. No, he’s busy with children now. He’ll call when he has time. My Jürgen. My treasure. Mine. If not for these complications… How I want to hear his voice. I hope he calls tonight…


Live with somebody you love

Let your love bless each day

As the years slip away

And you never can say goodbye

With somebody you love...





Author's notes: as you've already understood, POV changes with every line of the dialogue :P

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