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Goal 14 | Suspicious

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Goal 14: Suspicious

The two walked down the hallway towards the monitor room. There was silence between them until Bachira chimed in. "Ue-chan, what is it that you want to talk about?"

"Well, it's about everything I did to you. I wanted to apologize.. I'm sorry." Ueyama sighed.

"I think I've already told you that it's fine."

"Uptil now, I couldn't help but feel so guilty. You got caught up in my problems and even bothered you. No matter how I apologize, even if you've forgiven me- I couldn't forgive myself. That was so fucked up." The brunette's hand clenched into fist. "Now, that.. Well, I think, that I am starting to move on.. I wanted to atone for all I've done to you."

"Ue-chan-"

"Please let me do this. It may sound selfish but.. I hurt you, Bachira, and I couldn't take it all back." The two were stuck standing beside each other with Ueyama's face down and Bachira looking at him sadly.

"I was just curious." Bachira started. "-and I stumbled myself into a problem that I shouldn't be diving into."

Ueyama shook his head. "No. No matter how you say it, I hurt you." Ueyama turned to Bachira, who looked up at him.  "You.. looked too much alike to my past girlfriend. Too alike, to even ignore." His hands reached to the smaller one's cheek. "You shined the brightest just like how she shined the brightest, that led me to let you lead me around. I may sound like I was annoyed but to be honest, I liked it." Bachira couldn't help but feel heat rush to his cheeks as he heard more of what Ueyama had to say, though he couldn't keep his attention off of his hurt and guilty dual-colored eyes.

"Sounds fucked up right? I was seeing you as my girlfriend and.. not who you are, that I even had the shit to.." Ueyama cut himself there. "As you can see, I saw you that way. Hell, I probably couldn't fathom how hurt you were all those times but you just chose to ignore it. Why, Bachira?" Ueyama further asked as Bachira's back was flat against the wall.

"After all that, do you still see me as a redeemable one? Are my apologies worth accepting? How could you still treat me the same? I would've understood if you treated me differently after." Brown locks covered the taller one's eyes, golden eyes searched for the dual-colored eyes to meet with them.

"Am I.. still deserving to be beside you?"

Bachira's eyes widened at the words spouted by the guy in front of him. "You, who accepted me the way I am, the way I treated you and didn't even change. I don't even deserve someone like you. Hell, I don't even deserve anyone."

"Ue-chan, you're rambling."

Ueyama retreated back. "I- sorry. Fuck, damn it. Sorry, I was putting you on spot."

"It's fine. Ue-chan, I.. Well, honestly, I don't want anything from you other than playing soccer with me." Bachira started. "I can play with you for as long as you want, then."

"But, you were right. In fact, I deserve more than that after what you did to me." The smaller one crossed his arms as he looked up at the guilty giant. "..I'm sorry."

"Then, other than playing soccer with me, I want to sleep with you!"

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Bachira gave a toothy grin that gave a blank response to the brunet's face. A bit flustered, he asked him once again for clarifications.

"Sunshine.. are you sure about that?"