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Summary:

in real life Jamal and Michael are inseparable and completely in denial about how obvious their feelings are to everyone else.

on 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, they’re just two anonymous strangers who friendly matched on a rainy afternoon, sharing routines, hobbies, and complaining about work

it’s the perfect escape. the only problem? they’re both too oblivious to realize that the mysterious app match they're falling for is the exact same teammate sitting right next to them.

Notes:

hii i came across many chatfics recently and i wanted to give it a try even tho i dont think it's really my thing lol.. i'll try my besttt <3

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Chapter 1: chapter 1

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Matching Alert — Incognito App

It’s a Match! You and @user1117 (M) have liked each other. Profiles remain completely anonymous until both users choose to reveal their true identities.

13:10 | ♟️: oh hey 

13:10 | didn't actually think anyone used this app tbh 

13:14 | M: mhm

13:15 | ♟️: ...mhm? 😭 

13:15 | dry response bro wow 

13:16 | u could at least say hello back 🙈 

13:18 | M: hello

 13:18 | ♟️: okay better 

                                                                                       13:19 | first time on here honestly

13:19 | my friend literally downloaded it on my phone yesterday because he said i need to "get out more" 

13:20 | as if i dont alr spend half of the day outside in the cold

 

13:22 | M: u work outside?

 

13:23 | ♟️: kind of? part of my job is outdoor stuff

13:23 | today is terrible though..freezing rain, wet grass..

13:24 | js waiting on a bench for my supervisor to finish talking so i can leave

13:24 | what about u? u working?

 

13:26 | M: just finished 

13:26 | sitting inside

 

13:27 | ♟️: ugh im jealous

13:27 | wait u in munich too or is this app showing me people from everywhere?

 

13:28 | M: yea munich

13:28 | rain is bad here too

 

13:29 | ♟️: wait fr?? u in munich?

13:29 | wilddd

13:29 | small world

 

13:31 | M: city isn't that small tho

 

13:32 | ♟️: true but still

13:32 | anyway if u hear someone sneezing really loudly in the city today it’s probably me

13:33 | my feet are literally numb rn😭

 

13:35 | M: then put ur phone away and go inside

13:35 | easy

 

13:36 | ♟️: wow okay manager M 😒

13:37 | i will in a minute

13:37 | u always this bossy to people u just matched with?

 

13:39 | M: only the ones who sit in the rain and complain about being cold

 

13:40 | ♟️: ...

13:40 | okay fine u win.. heading inside now

13:41 | talk later? or are u gonna delete the app?

 

13:43 | M: i'll be here

13:43 | go get warm

 


 

Across the drizzly main pitch, Jamal sits shivering under his oversized Bayern windbreaker, his boots caked in wet grass. He stares at his phone screen for a second, rubbing his cold thumb over his chin as a quiet, puzzled smile tugs at his lips.

He tucks his phone safely into his jacket pocket and finally stands up, wiping the raindrops off his thighs.

A few yards away on the opposite bench, Michael sits alone under the overhang, his white towel draped loosely over his head. He’s leaning forward, staring down into his glowing phone, watching @textmebackpls (♟️)  go offline.

Without a word, Michael slides the device into his bag, pulls his hood over his head, and walks slowly toward the tunnel—passing right by Jamal, neither of them making eye contact.

 

[ BAYERN GROUP CHAT: 🔴⚪ Säbener Chaos ⚪🔴 ]

 

13:50 | Phonzy: WHO LEFT THEIR MUDDY BOOTS IN MY LOCKER SPOT

 

13:50 | Phonzy: I KNOW IT WAS U UPA DONT LIE TO ME

 

13:51 | Upa: bro leave me alone i’m eating my soup

 

13:52 | Harry: Please keep the boots on the designated rack lads

13:52 | We discussed this in the squad meeting

 

13:52 | Serge: Harry please it’s 1pm on a wednesday stop being so strict for 5 minutes 😭

 

13:53 | Phonzy: JAMAL WHY WERE U TYPING ON UR PHONE FOR 10 MINUTES ON THE BENCH COME HELP ME FIND THE BOOT CULPRIT

 

13:54 | Jamal: i was just checking something 



13:55 | Phonzy: CHECKING WHAT??? ur hands were SHAKING from the cold

13:55 | go take a showerrr

 

13:56 | Michael: boots are mine bro

13:56 | calm down

 

13:57 | Phonzy: MIKE WHY WOULD U PUT THEM IN MY SPOT???

 

13:58 | Michael: bruh i just moved them. u talk too much..

 


 

22:14 | ♟️: u awake?

22:15 | or do u sleep early like an old man

 

22:17 | M: nah i'm up

22:18 | just listening to music. hbu?

 

22:19 | ♟️: lying on my sofa wrapped in two blankets trying to recover from my day 😭

22:20 | my feet are still freezing 

 

22:21 | M: damn still cold? 

22:22 | what did u even do today

 

22:23 | ♟️: BRO

22:23 | my job made me sit in this literal ice bath tub for recovery after work 

22:24 | my legs were numb for three hours 🙈

22:24 | and my coworker sat in the tub next to me acting like it was a warm jacuzzi.. 

22:24 | zero reaction. how the fuck..

 

22:26 | M: maybe he's just used to it

22:27 | or trying to act tough in front of u

 

22:28 | ♟️: trust me he doesn't care enough to act tough 😭

22:28 | he doesn't even talk much lol

22:29 | anyway what u listening to? if u have bad music taste i might have to block u 🙈

 

22:31 | M: lot of carti lately.. cench, travis, ninho and whatever my playlist shuffles

22:32 | u can block me if u want but my playlist is good

 

22:33 | ♟️: WAIT NO THAT'S ACTUALLY FIRE

22:34 | okay u pass. u have taste

22:34 | im more of a drake, young thug, future, kendrick guy myself 

 

22:36 | M: damn solid list. cant complain about that

22:37 | u need to go get some actual sleep though if u were freezing all day

 

22:38 | ♟️: u literally replied in 2 seconds don't act like u weren't waiting for my text 😒

22:39 | but fine goodnight M 

 

22:41 | M: lol alright. goodnight

22:41 | get some rest


 

Jamal lay sprawled across his dark velvet sofa, his living room illuminated only by the faint ambient glow of the TV on mute. He stared down at his phone screen, a low, quiet chuckle escaping his throat before locking the screen and tossing the phone onto the cushion beside him.

Across Munich, Michael sat on the edge of his bed in his dimly lit apartment, his wireless headphones resting loosely around his neck. A subtle, barely visible smile played on his lips as he watched @textmebackpls (♟️) go offline.

He didn't open any other social apps. He just set his phone face down on his nightstand, leaned back, and pulled the duvet over his shoulders.

 

[ EDF GROUP CHAT: Les Parisiens 🇫🇷 ]

 

23:05 | Ousmane: @Michael bro respond.. stop ignoring the group chat

 

23:06 | Kylian: He’s probably in Munich eating pretzels leaving us on read

 

23:08 | Désiré: nah Mike was online on something else I saw his green status tick 👀

 

23:10 | Bradley: who is he texting so late ??? 

 

23:15 | Michael: non

 

23:16 | Jules: "non" THAT MEANS YES 😭

 

23:16 | Désiré: BRO HAS A SECRET FRIENNNND 

 

23:17 | Michael: duh relax

23:17 | going to sleep.