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Marijan never really thought that Dejan would be too... Dejan. It's hard to describe him, because he acts like a child trying to behave like an adult. It must be said that his long canines sticking out of his jaw when he smiles make him think more of a child losing his teeth than of a professional player in a club fighting for the top of the table against the best German teams. Dejan is adorable despite everything. Marijan will never say otherwise, firstly because Filip would kill him if he said the slightest nasty word about the youngest Serbian, secondly, because the striker is genuinely adorable. His attractive smiles, his childish demeanor, his small voice when he didn't pull off the gesture he wanted, the younger one is definitely the angelic version of himself. Marijan has no other choice but to love him, to want to protect him and to stay with him as long as possible.
The problem with liking Dejan is not that he has no idea how to deal with his feelings in public, but that Filip is still watching them in training, ''for their own good'', but above all to make sure that Dejan doesn't make the wrong choices, such as going out with his Bosnian teammate. It's almost painful. But Marijan can't let himself be walked all over, let alone by someone dating André Silva (as if no one has noticed...). So despite life's hardships, and the fact that the team's big boss in the romantic relationship is on his back, Marijan is fighting to win the heart of the young Serbian.
And as he thought, all that doesn't stop him from being able to hold Dejan against him, his weight on his thigh as he has his hand under his shirt, his lips on his. He knows how to make him happy, so he won't hesitate to do it as much as possible, despite the authority. They are more than two youngsters hungry for playing time, no matter what the older ones may say.
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