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Upon learning that Michael Olises joining Bayern Munich, Jamal does the sensible thing and tries to reignite their old friendship.
Unfortunately, Michael isn’t as friendly as he once was. No, scratch that, he just hates Jamal.
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"D'you really think I'd throw a door in your face?"
Michael swallows.
"Not really. But I also didn't think you wouldn't talk to me for two months."
Jamal doesn't meet his gaze.
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Jamal is a history student who has a part-time job at a local bookstore in Munich. He likes it just fine, except for one thing: the local football team, which only seems to win when he has a midterm the next day ! And because life isn’t hard enough, one particular player has decided to show up at his bookstore every Sunday.
He hates it.(This fanfic is just my way to cope with the World Cup, I'm begging you, RELEASE ME ! )
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Michael Olise is not a goalkeeper. He cannot anchor a match ill-fated, nor can he hold onto a love born to always slip away.
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It was ridiculous, for Jamal to bear this guilt for the rest of his life alone. He had promised himself to not letting anyone seep into his life—his heart—and he had decided to close it off forever.
Until he met a stranger that made that wall waver.
Jamal had promised himself to not letting anyone to break his wall down, but for the constant presence of the person who cracked it down bit by bit, Jamal was crumbling.
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“I was in love with my best friend.” He said.
He was still staring at the cap. He couldn’t tell if its green was the right one. He couldn’t recognize his favorite shade anymore.
“From the past tense,” Michael murmured, his face giving nothing away. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”
In between their shared breaths and the small sentences that required courage to say, Michael’s hand had absentmindedly slipped from Jamal’s waist, his palm resting lightly on Jamal’s stomach, making the muscles beneath it stealthily tighten.
“Ask your mom about that.”
Michael laughed softly. Jamal smiled at the sound.
Or: In the wake of heartbreak, Jamal finds unexpected solace in late-night texts, rooftops, and the reckless kindness of his therapist’s son, Michael Olise.