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A pretender, a replacement. Hamin’s greatest sins.
Holding hands, looking at his lover with adoration in his eyes. A pretend.
Fingers caressing cheeks and carding on pink hair strands. A pretend.
Wrapping his arms adoringly around his lover’s lithe body, like carrying the whole world. A pretend.
Sharing a kiss, heated with love and lust. A pretend.
Stripping off clothes from the other, feeling the need to feel the other’s skin on him. A pretend.
Lying down on the bed they own, green eyes to pink ones never leaving each other. If Hamin stares for too long, the other’s orbs morph into golden ones. A replacement.
Being inside his lover, thrusting in and out which guarantees him a satisfied mewl and moan from the other. A desire to go harder, to feel more, echoed by his lover in their whines. Hamin closes his eyes and serves their wants while thinking about golden, long hair.
Before his lover’s climax, they would muffle their moans and Hamin would do the same, biting down another man’s name against his lover’s shoulder. A replacement.
The moon and the stars were their witnesses. Lying down with their backs against each other, his lover whispers, “I already know. I’ll never be able to replace him there, can I?”
Hamin wants to laugh but swallows down such notions. He looked back at his lover and was met with blank, pink eyes, staring at him but not – never – through him. “Yes,” Hamin answers truthfully. A lull of silence fills the space, an understanding, grieving something .
Hamin spoke, breaking their peace, “I’ll never be him too.” His lover only closes their eyes, and Hamin concludes they’re the same. Committing grave sins by thinking of white hair with mullet dyed in black, red eyes brimming with love. A replacement.
A pretender, a replacement. Bamby’s greatest sins.