~fußball oneshots~

jamal musiala x florian wirtz °english

Beneath the Surface

The stadium was filled with anticipation, a sea of colors and sounds as Bayer Leverkusen faced off against Bayern Munich. On the field, among the shouts of the crowd and cheers of loyal fans, Jamal Musiala felt a storm brewing inside him—an undeniable feeling for his teammate, Florian Wirtz. While the others focused on the game, Jamal's heart drummed with every glance he stole at Florian, whose laughter echoed like a melody drowned in the chaos surrounding them.

Jamal had been holding onto his feelings for what felt like an eternity, enveloped by fear and uncertainty. He cherished the moments they shared—training sessions when their arms brushed, playful banter that lingered in the air like sweet perfume. Yet the thought of confessing his love to Florian struck him with trepidation. What if it tarnished their friendship? What if Florian didn't feel the same way?

As the match progressed, Jamal's resolve began to waver. He found himself gravitating toward Florian, their camaraderie palpable. He clapped Florian on the back after a well-placed pass, allowing himself to linger just a moment longer than necessary, savoring the warmth of their contact. With each fleeting touch, the hidden yearning within Jamal swelled, aching to break free and cry out to Florian.

Yet, as the final whistle blew and Bayern celebrated their victory, Jamal's heart sank. The euphoria around him faded into the background, overshadowed by an overwhelming tide of confusion and vulnerability. He needed to collect himself, to step away from the crowd for a moment of silence. Not wanting to draw attention, he vanished into the bowels of the stadium, seeking refuge in the Bayern dressing room.

Meanwhile, Florian stood amidst his teammates, still buzzing from the match, but an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. He had noticed Jamal's need for closeness—the way he would lean into him during huddles, or how their hands would brush in passing. It dawned on Florian as he replayed their interactions that something deeper was simmering beneath the surface. Suddenly, when he reached for Jamal to celebrate, he realized his friend was gone. Panic shot through him—where could he have gone?

"Jamal?" Florian called out, his concern mounting as he moved towards the tunnel. He scanned the faces of familiar players, looking for any sign of Jamal. The jubilation that surrounded him turned hollow as dread settled in. What if something was wrong? What if he needed help? With every step he took, his heart raced, urgency fueling his pace.

Upon entering the dressing room, Florian's breath hitched; there, curled up on the floor, was Jamal, tears streaming down his face. The image of his usually vibrant friend, now diminished and broken, pierced Florian's heart like an arrow.

"Jamal!" he rushed over, kneeling beside him, feeling a wave of terror grip his chest. "What's wrong?"

It took a moment for Jamal to lift his gaze, and when he did, the raw pain in his eyes shattered Florian's composure. "I... I can't do this anymore," Jamal choked, pressing his palms against his eyes. "What if you don't feel the same? What if I ruin everything?"

"Hey, hey," Florian soothed, gently taking hold of Jamal's hands to pull them down. "You're not ruining anything. I care about you, more than I can say. Just please, let me in. Let me help you."

But the flood of emotion was too much for Jamal to bear. The panic overtook him as he gasped for breath, spiraling into a state of distress. Florian's heart raced as he watched his dear friend struggle, feeling helpless yet determined to pull him back from this abyss.

"Jamal, focus on my voice," Florian urged, shifting closer, creating a protective barrier around him. "You're safe here. You're not alone. Look at me." He guided Jamal's gaze, locking it with his own. "Breathe with me. In and out... That's it."

Gradually, the wildness in Jamal's eyes began to settle. With each synchronized breath Florian led, the grip of panic loosened. After what felt like an eternity, Jamal's breathing steadied, though his eyes were still glazed with lingering sadness.

"Flo..." Jamal murmured, regret staining his voice. "I didn't want to burden you with... with all of this."

"No, no," Florian insisted, shaking his head fervently. "You could never be a burden. You mean everything to me." He paused, searching for the courage to confess the truth he had been avoiding. "I... I love you, Jamal. I've loved you for a long time."

The room fell silent, save for the quiet hum of their breaths. Jamal's eyes widened, a blend of disbelief and wonder crossing his features. "You... love me?"

Florian nodded, his voice softening. "Yeah. I see you, Jamal. All of you. Just... please believe me." As though sensing the weight of their unspoken emotions finally shifting, Florian leaned in closer, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before he closed the gap, capturing Jamal's lips in a gentle, reassuring kiss.

Time itself seemed to suspend as the world outside melted away. In that tender moment, Jamal realized that he wasn't alone—not now, not ever. When they parted, Florian rested his forehead against Jamal's, his breath mingling with Jamal's in a shared intimacy.

"Don't hide from me, okay?" Florian whispered. "I want to be here for you, through everything."

Jamal nodded, a slow smile breaking through the remnants of his tears, hope flickering in the depths of his gaze. For the first time, he felt the weight of his heart lightening. "With you, I think I can."

In that dimly-lit dressing room, two souls bound together by love and understanding began to weave a new story—one where vulnerability was embraced and hearts were held in gentle hands. Together, they stepped away from fear, ready to face the world beyond, hand in hand, stronger than ever.

950 Wörterr <3