add fuel to the flame

too perfect

Šime packed all of his stuff in a few big bags and called Matea to drop off Bruno.

When he did that he met up with his managers and went to the airport.

Šime was sitting in the plane, still looking at the ring on his finger with a big smile on his face.

The only thing he wanted to do right now is to see Dejan's face. But he was miles away and there was nothing Šime could do about it.

He tried to clear his mind a bit by watching a movie, but all he could think about was Dejan and the wedding.

As they arrived in Milano, he got a call from Marcelo.

"Di si pizda ti materina?"

"Just arrived in Milano, bout to go to my new place to leave my stuff there and tomorrow is my first training."

"Jebenooo, Pero and I will come by when you settle."

"Sure, I have big news for you."

"Can't wait!"

•

Dejan started his trainings , but soon he started feeling hard pain in his ab muscles. It was unbearable. He was injured during the World Cup, but never said anything because he was not the one to whine while they were wining and playing their best game.

He got in so much pain that he couldn't even train.

He laid on the wet grass with hands over his stomach in great pain.

Everyone rushed towards him when he started letting out loud cries of pain.

Mo pushed everyone out of the way and rushed towards Dejan.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Dejan couldn't talk becauss the pain was unbearable.

Jurgen came to the pitch, asking the boys what is going on and when he saw Dejan on the floor he started freaking out and called the doctors.

They lifted him of off the grass on the stretcher and moved him to a medical room.

They couldn't determine what is wrong so they told him not to train and rest for a few days and if the pain doesn't go away they will make appointments with a specialist.

Dejan went to the dress room, still in pain but the doctors gave him some pills against the pain so it wasn't so bad.

The other boys left on the pitch and trained, but Mo left and went to the dress room.

"Dej? Are you okay?"

Dejan smiled when he saw Mo entering the room.

"Yeah I'm better now, they told me to not train for a few days and if it doesn't go away I will get a specialist appointment."

"Oh fuck, I hope you are feeling good. Maybe I could go to your house with you? I don't want you to crash with your car."

"You don't have to do that, really I'm fine."

Mo looked at Dejan who was still holding his hands on his stomach.

"No you are not. I will help you."

Dej wanted Mo's help, but he really felt guilty for that. Because of Šime. He didn't even tell Mo about the wedding.

"Okay, but this is the last time. I don't want to feel weak."

Mo smiled at Dejan as he tried to pick him up.

•

Broz and Pero arrived at Šime's apartment soon after he put away his stuff.

"Jebo vas glupee, sta ima?"

Šime was so happy for seeing his friends after his holiday.

"Pa jebote, napokon i ti tu."

Šime, Broz and Pero hugged and sat on the couch.

"So how are the trainings?"

"I arrived yesterday, so I am going to the first training with you tomorrow, Broz is already deep in that training and preparing for the Atletico vs Inter in a week."

"Oh, jebote, already against my club."

"Ex club."

Broz started cracking up.

"So what's the news? Broz told me you have some big news, so...?"

Šime lifted his hand and showed his ring.

At first they were both confused, but Pero got it.

"DID YOU GUYS GET ENGAGED?"

Broz was looking at them still in confusion.

After Šime nodded, Pero jumped of the couch.

"OMG CONGRATS, CALL DEJAN PLEASE I WANT TO CONGRATULATE HIM TOO."

Broz was still sitting confused.

"Wait you guys are together?"

•

Mo and Dejan arrived at his house, Dejan's pain was still okay because the pills were strong.

Mo laid him on the couch and brought him some water and snacks from the kitchen.

"I love your kitchen, it's the only place in this house that I actually enjoy."

"Fuck you Mo."

Dejan was laughing, but every laugh hurted because of the pain in his abs.

"I wanted to congratulate you again for the second place, I mean I know it's not the trophy, but I watched the parade in Zagreb. That was fucking amazing."

Dejan was still smiling and looking at Mo.

Then the pain hit him harder again.

"Fuck me!"

"Sure."

"You are dumb Mo, this hurts so bad, you are dumb."

Mo started laughing, but he got closer to Dejan who started swearing through the pain.

Mo turned Dejan's head towards him and kissed him softly, just enough to stop him from talking.

Dejan was shocked, but his couldn't pull away.

In that moment his phone started ringing, he looked over to see Šime's name asking for a face time.