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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡; you develop a friendship with the barça boys and fall for a certain loan player.
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you are wandering through the streets of barcelona, joão walking next to you. he had picked you up in one of his fancy cars outside your hotel earlier and drove off, blasting music and talking about your favourite artists.
tourists are milling about in hordes, making it hard to navigate around them. joão's hand finds yours and he leads the way, his height making it easier to swerve past people.
you note the way your hand feels small in his, and a shiny watch glitters on his wrist, which you found attractive.
once you broke through the worst part of the crowd, you realised he hadn't let go of your hand yet. and that was just fine by you. you chat happily about sharing your experiences growing up, and how young you both were when you started your careers. you even felt brave enough to lace your fingers through his.
soon enough, light gave way to darkness and the moon began to shine. hours had slipped by without both of you even realising.
"i know this cool rooftop place, the view is great," joão suggests and you nod happily, glad the evening was still going.
you grab a table closest to the edge of the building and marvel at the view. the sounds of the city reaches your ears and the warm breeze teases your hair.
once dinner is ordered and eaten, you stand up to gaze out at the city sprawled beneath you, lights twinkling against the blanket of night.
you look at joão as you talk about your model shoot the other day, his brown eyes softened by the dim lighting of the rooftop restaurant. his fluffy hair sweeps past his forehead and his gaze never falters from you.
the conversation steers to football, which you were both happy to discuss. "do you still remember the first game you ever watched with me in it?" he asks curiously.
"oh yeah, i do actually! i don't know how. it was that one match where-"
a particularly strong breeze whips your hair in your face and you stop talking abruptly. you giggle as you try to pry strands of hair sticking to the gloss on your lips.
joão towers over you, reaching out to slide a gentle hand over the side of your face. he slowly tucks your hair behind your ear and your words falter and die in your throat.
there's a still pause. joão's tongue slides over his lips to wet them. for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you, but he leans back again and the moment is broken.
you swallow a nervous lump in your throat and try to remember what you wanted to say again.
"all fixed," he says with a fond smile. "so, what match again?"
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