seven devils

hope kwon. kwon ho-pyong. no. 7.  the sweetheart of the estate.

[matson-haden-blog]

“Do I need to?” Lola huffed, closing her eyes as she leaned back so her neck curved with the arm of the chair, one hand sliding along her hips in search of her cigarette case. “If you get me drunk enough… sure. Why the hell not? Let’s get fireworks while we’re at it.”

“I don’t love anyone, Hope-baby. Like and wearing a hat that looks more like a stuffed animal is affection enough, don’t you think?”

[hopekwon-blog]

“Of course, you need to,” Hope grinned, readjusting the hat on his head to reach optimum adorableness. “Drinks could be arranged.” And with that, Hope trailed into the kitchen from where they sat in search of alcohol. “Fireworks sounds like a lot of fun-- but first, do you want to get wine drunk or drunk on... tequila or vodka?”

“It’s never enough for me, ‘Lo. You should know that.”

[fabivs--archive-deactivated2018]

“I…I think that’s a look only you could pull off,” Fabius provided diplomatically. “Besides, I bet you would look ravishing in all the new things I could buy you. Tell me what you want.” He sat down on the nearest armchair, looking up at Hope with rapt attention. 

[hopekwon-blog]

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Fabs. You can be more than hot if you want to be.” Hope grinned flirtatiously, dragging over his bottom lip. “Hm, I could give you an awfully long list of things to buy for me, Fabby. It might just be easier for us to go shopping together than for me to tell you everything.”

[joongoo]

happy birthday, kim seokjin!

[zeldahale]

( living madly. zelda & hope. )

[zeldahale]

Zelda didn’t even wait to her the full body of Hope’s acquiescence, the very tip of it was enough for her to spring up excitedly and clap. “Sure it will. It’ll be new and exciting and we’ll find something to break and get away with.” She grinned, sliding off the bed only to lean back and kiss Hope’s cheek. What a lovely little child he was. What a wonderful co-conspirator and best friend. Even when she reached Hope’s wardrobe and pulled open the doors there was no pause; it was only after Zelda had picked up and put back several shirts that she paused and looked back at Hope. 

“– What does one wear to the grocery store?”

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“I want to drive.” Zelda offered uncharacteristically, a key ring jingling from her knuckle - where normally there was nothing but diamonds - as she walked towards the garage. “What do you think - the Range Rover? It has the GPS, doesn’t it?”

[hopekwon-blog]

Perhaps there was something refreshing about traveling to the grocery store-- somewhere Hope had walked many times, mind you-- with a fresh face. Zelda, who was seemingly new to everything about common life, couldn’t have a single clue about such a trivial event. The first time that Hope had done so, the entire idea baffled him-- he could only imagine this event was going to be similar for Zelda as well.

Hope dressed as conspicuously as possible-- the thought of ‘does this make me look like a murderer’ passing through his mind for a moment. Of course, that question was only met with the obvious answer that ‘no, I look cute-- like always’. This could only be the same for Zelda as they practically appeared as if they’d stepped out of a Vogue magazine. His best friend-- someone he could trust deeper than anyone else in the Estate. Someone who he wouldn’t mind spending every day with. Someone who he couldn’t feel any deeper loathing for. Somehow it felt right that she should be the one that he would step out of the figurative pages with.

He hummed quietly in thought. “Drive to your heart’s content, Zellie. But perhaps we should drive something nicer? We don’t need any GPS. I’ve gone to the grocery store thousands of times-- I could direct us there with my eyes closed.”

[lailavcrma-blog]

“Must I remind you that I simply am not a part of everyone? Then again, if you don’t believe me, the newspapers will insist otherwise. If I wore pink on the stage, I would be booed.” Nonetheless, their lips quirked upward in even more of a visible smile. “Lucky for you that I even am considering it. What are my hellish choices for this device?”

[hopekwon-blog]

“I find myself without any need for a reminder today. And likely anyone who booed you would torn apart-- you can’t simply boo art without consequences.” Hope sighed dramatically, a grin forming on his lips at the sight of theirs. “I believe that they have this masterpiece in blue, green, yellow-- perhaps more. Honestly, Nadiya, you could probably still be a knockout in any of them.”

[lailavcrma-blog]

They flattened their hands against the sheets of music paper before glancing upward, frowning a pensive half-smile at the c o n t r a p t i o n perched upon Hope’s head. One, two, three long seconds of thought; then, weighted and accented: “– Pink is NOT my colour, Kwon.” 

[hopekwon-blog]

“Lucky for you, Nadiya.” The woman’s name slid easily off of Hope’s lips, the rhythm of it familiar to his tongue. “It comes in different colors--You can choose whatever suits your fancy. Although, pink is everyone’s color.” 

[trailerparkqueennikki-blog]

“Because I don’t want to pay for shipping.” She shrugged. “I can be a cheapskate at times you know.”

[hopekwon-blog]

“Ah, but a cheapskate for my half birthday?” Hope took the opportunity to form another pout for the woman. “I thought you liked me, Nik Nik. Am I not worth the shipping?”

[syubs-blog]

jin: *looks in the mirror* i love art

[matson-haden-blog]

Lola flung her legs over the arm of the large, red velvet armchair, using the other to support her back as she let out a dramatic s i g h at the sound of her elongated name. She rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up as her gaze hit the ceiling, “On you. Unless you plan on decorating mine with thorns… even then, I’m not a hat person.” She cut the air lazily with her hand, wrist and fingers loose, a conductor to her own invisible orchestra. “I’ll get the cake.”

“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t buy cakes for just anyone, you know.”

[hopekwon-blog]

“Honestly, you haven’t even tried it on yet. While I’m sure it won’t look quite as amazing on the rest of you as it does on me, don’t miss out on the chance to look cute! Pleasee, Lo’. I want everyone to match for my half birthday,” Hope stuck his bottom lip out, pulling the ears of his hat down beside his face. Greedy, greedy little Hope. Always one to want as much as possible from those around him. 

“Alas, but you only like me. If you loved me, you would buy both the cake and the hat,” he sighed wistfully, fumbling with the pink bits of the cheesy hat. “But I guess you don’t love me.”

[trailerparkqueennikki-blog]

“The web? Wow, you really can get anything from there.” Nikki raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. “Is shipping free?”

[hopekwon-blog]

“It’s a wonderful time we live in,” Hope shrugged, forcing a sweet smile onto his lips. “What does it matter if shipping is free? I’m sure a few dollars extra won’t be enough to faze anyone in this household.”

[fabivs--archive-deactivated2018]

Fabius didn’t even notice that Hope wasn’t crying, only held him that much tighter, kissing his hair, fingers stroking along his back reassuringly. I’m yours, I’m yours. Fabius knew this, it was automatic, it was a necessity. He only needed Hope to see this as well. 

“Of course I will. As long as you want me, I’m here.” There was a certain weight to his words, a fear. For there would come the day when Hope got bored, when his attention strayed, when he sought a challenge, and Fabius feared that day. 

[hopekwon-blog]

The tight wrap of Fabius around him was somewhat comforting, a sign that Fabius was nowhere near the idea of letting him go. Hope pressed his face into his chest for a moment, breathing in his scent and allowing himself to grin there where Fabius wouldn’t see. Bringing his arms up to wrap around the man’s shoulders, Hope peeked up from where he hid his face.

“I want you. So you have to be here.” Half a hug and half a way to keep him there, Hope stood with his arms wrapped tight around Fabius’s neck, pressing himself close to the older man. Perhaps there would be a day that he would get tired of the man. But now he would seem all the more content with his arms wrapped around his pawn.

[matson-haden-blog]

“But it’s hideous. Can’t you just go for a giant cake instead of a giant hat?”

[hopekwon-blog]

“Lolaaaaaa,” Hope dragged the girl’s name out as if it were a term of endearment rather than being said in annoyance that she couldn’t be like Fabius and jump on the idea in the snap of his fingers. “It’s cute. Not hideous. Have you been getting your adjectives mixed up recently or is it just now?” He grinned cheekily at his floormate. “Mm, good idea. Why not both?”

[trailerparkqueennikki-blog]

“Well, who am I to argue with the half birthday boy? It does look rather cute, where can I get one?”

[hopekwon-blog]

“You are no one. You are no one to argue with the half birthday boy, Nik Nik.” Hope grinned as if his words were nothing but an expression. Not what he truly meant that she was no one, nothing but dirt under his feet. But alas, they lived together so how could Hope say what he truly meant? “Ah, Nikki,” he pouted. “I would have thought you’d have guessed it, considering you made your money off of it.”

[hopekwon-blog]

very very good || marcel & hope

[divineusurper]

From only seeing Hope’s cherubic face, his wide eyes, and pouty lips, Marcel was sure anyone would expect him to be absolutely pristine and virginal. But the boy’s wanton gasps and hooded eyes and spreading legs hinted otherwise, and Marcel found this Hope that was so at odds with the image he presented to everyone enamoring. It was not a won war, but it was a small victory, seeing what was behind the shroud, and he took it eagerly as any conqueror would. He nudged Hope’s legs further apart with his knees without any regard for the boy’s comfort, sliding his lips down to mouth at his collar bone before trailing up again to his jaw. 

The other was pliant and soft and sweet to the touch, and it wasn’t difficult for Marcel to melt into his heated flesh, taking careful pauses to remind himself not to sink in too deeply too soon. Hope and Marcel both seemed to be similar in that they thrived off of chaos and another’s sweet surrender, though Marcel was more measured, more patient, willing to wait until the other was twitching with want and sobbing to finally take what was his, even if it meant denying himself for hours. He imagined Hope’s other carnal affairs hadn’t been quite so thorough; he imagined Hope’s teasing and taunting only lasting minutes before he was flipped over onto his stomach as his partner stripping him of his pleasure in favor of theirs’, frenzied and frantic and completely ignorant to the art of reducing the boy to a quivering mess. 

“If I were a fool, you would already be spent,” Marcel murmured with a wolfish grin. “And already seeking your next release. I’m sure you already have another playdate with one of your nameless auxiliary men planned after I’m done with you, and  I don’t intend on letting you go - or off -so easily.”

Hope seemed to arch into ‘good boy’, as if his body begged for more of it and bent to prove the words true, and Marcel gathered both of the boy’s hand into one of his, and the his free hand he rewarded him by reaching down to undo the button of his shorts. “Will you be a good boy for me like this even after tonight?” he murmured against Hope’s jaw. “Spreading your legs, whining so sweetly like this?”

He stilled as Hope began to speak, and already shivers ran down the curved line of his spine, and he began to grind himself softly against the boy’s hips as the words started to take hold like a spell. Fantasy spilled over into reality, and Marcel could imagine tearing the moans and sobs from Hope’s lips with the crook of his fingers so easily, but it was the added afterthought that threatened to take Marcel over the edge and wipe away all semblance of self restraint.

“Oh, sweet boy, you fantasize about killing me?” he breathed with a short laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss far more fond and intimate that anything he’d done prior to Hope’s lips. “What I wouldn’t give to be your first kill. But, as for everything else…” The sound of Hope’s zipper unzipping was stark between their panting. “Would you let me?”

[hopekwon-blog]

Hope remembered the first time he saw Marcel, it was lust at first sight. In that library, with a studious Marcel bent over a couple of medical textbooks, it seemed so easy to trace his eyes over the sharp edges of his cheekbones, his hair bordering effortless and styled, and then later his hard gaze. He remembered yelling across the library to no one in particular, just to get this attractive boy’s attention. And once he’d gained that, he remembered looking at his lips, wondering what they’d feel like on his. Then looking down at his fingers, practically imagining how they’d feel. And that was just Marcel in university-- Marcel now? He’d matured like an irresistible glass of wine.

Upon his discovery that Marcel had been Fabius’s best friend from preparatory school, Hope understood that he had to back off. No matter how fucking hot this guy was, he would suppress this lust underneath his skin. Seeing each other every once and a while was one thing-- living with each other was something else. And with that, this annoyance and lust and hate of each other only grew under Hope’s skin. Right. He hated Marcel. This--this escapade was just Hope releasing that lust towards the man that he’d felt for years. After this, he wouldn’t feel anything towards him but hate. And Marcel-- he’d see enough of the Hope underneath his persona and be satisfied enough to never press again.

Why the fuck hadn’t he thought of this earlier?

Marcel’s knees spread his legs further apart, drawing a whine from Hope’s throat. The sudden urge to close them and rub-- gaining that friction that he couldn’t seem to get enough of-- only made Hope into putty underneath the older man’s body, tilting his head further back and exposing his neck for further exploration. The delightful scrape of Marcel’s shirt on Hope’s bare chest only seemed to remind him of how his clothes were becoming less and less while Marcel still had his fucking gloves and mask on. “I wish you were a fool,” Hope gasped, barely louder than a whisper. Whether this was completely true or not... Hope could never be completely sure.

The new pressure on the front of his shorts as Marcel unbuttoned them was enough to make Hope make a struggle to be released from the man’s grasp. “Please.” One of the simplest of words but between the two people present, it held so much more power than one could expect. It could be like submission, giving into the other and admitting that they had the control over the situation. “I’ll be anything you want me to be after tonight-- just please.” How easily Hope seemed to give up, unfamiliar to Marcel’s slow pace, words spilling from his lips like promises even if they were both aware of how much truth was behind it.

In these moments, Hope was practically a servant underneath Marcel, subservient to his will and practically begging for the slightest touch. The slightest thrusts gifted by his hyung was enough to create electricity behind his closed eyes. Enough to make Hope grind harder up against him, desperate for any sort of pressure that would make his situation easier to deal with. By now, any other guy would probably have his clothes off and something inside of him. And yet, this time had passed and Marcel was still toying with him. Marcel’s words blurred in his ears, Hope’s eyes open wide now. And then Marcel’s lips on his, soft and sweet and unlike any kiss that Hope had ever experienced before. He didn’t desire the man that would kiss him softly. “Fuck, Marcel. If you don’t fuck me soon, you can be my first kill. How about that?”

The thoughts flashed through his head to the point he almost didn’t process the slide of his zipper. Marcel on his knees with Hope in his mouth. Those long fingers of his right where Hope wanted them to be. And then finally, just when Hope couldn’t take it anymore-- Fuck. Who wouldn’t want that? Hope visibly gulped, the sudden urge to squirm coming upon him as he shook back and forth until he lifted his hips so that Marcel could slide of his shorts. And then a repeat of that word, relinquishing his control. “Please.”

[zeldahale]

“I shan’t.” Zelda wrinkled her nose, observing the headwear undeserving of the word hat. “It’s horrid. Wherever did you find that thing?”

[hopekwon-blog]

Hope brought his hands up to his lips in a gasp. “Zellie, how could you ever say such a thing? It’s adorable and everyone deserves to wear one.” He probably made a poor defense for the hat, knowing that it probably didn’t suit Zelda’s standards. “Never underestimate online shopping, Zel. I think it would look adorable on you.”

[fabivs--archive-deactivated2018]

Fabius just stared for a few moments, before a slight smile curled his lips. Hope was truly adorable. 

“I could buy a hat of my own, or I could buy you more of the same. What would you prefer?”

[hopekwon-blog]

Hope stuck his bottom lip out thoughtfully, looking more like a child rather than a man ‘halfway’ to turning twenty two. “But Fabby,” his voice twisted like a child’s whine. “You wouldn’t match me if you just bought me more of the same. That would be an awful tragedy, wouldn’t it? And besides, I think you’d look ravishing in this hat, don’t you think?”

[xakoya]