Wicked Ways part 3 (Taeyang/Perry)
Title: Wicked Ways, part 3
Beta: tamaofdeath
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry.
Rating: PG, Perry curses a lot.
Summary: Various people are assholes. ^^b
Warnings: Taeyang's 19, Perry's 36. If that grosses you out, don't read it.
A/N: Keep the language barrier in mind when you read this one, it's relevant. It should be obvious who's speaking what language in every scene, though.
Previous parts: here and here.
Taekwon was shaking him frantically. "OhmyGodit'slikesixo'clock!"
Perry squinted at him. "So what?"
"So I missed practice! And a meeting with YG! And I can't find my sock!" He flailed his arms, butt-naked and clutching a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Have you seen my sock?! It's red with--"
"Shut up."
"--and if I leave in, like, five minutes, I won't miss my Japanese less--"
Perry yanked him back to bed and pulled the covers over him. "Konnichi wa, sushi, chinko. There. You've got a fever, kid, you ain't going anywhere."
Taekwon gave him a blank look. "I don't have a fever."
"Yes, you do. I called YG last night to let him know."
He stared at Perry for a few moments, then seemed to relax. "... Oh. Are you sure it's okay? Why didn't you tell me?"
Perry wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. "I'm pretty sure your contract doesn't say you can't be sick, boo. And I didn't tell you 'cause we were busy."
Taekwon squinted at him confusedly. "'Boo'? Are you trying to speak Korean?"
"What? It's a pet name. In English."
"Oh, okay." A pause. "What's a pet name?"
Perry glanced at the English-Korean dictionary he kept on his nightstand. Probably wouldn't help much... and he'd have to let go of Taekwon to grab it. "'S like darling or honey or... whatever."
Taekwon nodded in understanding and stayed silent for a while, running his fingers over the hair on Perry's chest (a total novelty to him, judging from the way his hands kept straying back to it). "So I'm your boyfriend, right?" he asked quietly.
Perry blinked at the question. For all intents and purposes, they'd been together for months now. "D'you wanna be?"
"... What's it like? I mean. Being boyfriends."
"It's a whole lot like what we've been doing."
"Oh. ... Can we buy stuff at couple shops and everything?"
"I guess so," he replied, his brain hurting at the thought of matching t-shirts and cellphone charms and couple rings and God knows what else. "Can't go together, though."
Taekwon frowned slightly, eyes still fixed on his chest. "... That's not fair."
"Nope, it's not."
***
Perry watched the clock on the wall tick past midnight, wondering when the hell Big Bang's rehearsal was supposed to end. He'd come to their apartment, for once, making his way past the nutty chicks who hung out in front of the building just to let Taekwon latch onto him and drool on his shoulder for a few hours. The lack of privacy was annoying, but it was easier than taking him to his place. And better than not seeing him at all.
He drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch. He'd spent the past two hours cleaning the place (there'd been a pile of unsorted DVDs next to the TV, which was fucking unacceptable - and then he'd had to take care of the CDs and shoes and laundry and dirty dishes, of course), there was nothing good to watch, and he hadn't brought his laptop. Maybe he could sort G-Dragon's clothing by color or something, that'd keep him busy for a while.
He was seriously considering plucking his eyebrows for the first time in months when the kids finally filed in, strewing hats and shoes and hoodies all over the place. (Shitheads.) Taekwon saw him first, and the pathetically happy noise he made as he threw himself at him made the wait worthwhile. "Perry!"
"Hey. Long day?" He held his arms out and Taekwon snuggled up to him, put his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. He took that as a yes.
G-Dragon flopped down next to them, yawning, then looked around with a slightly confused expression on his face. "... Did you... sort everything?"
"Yeah. ... I was bored, okay?"
He snickered. "You have a problem. Thanks, though."
Tempo emerged from the kitchen, munching on some chips, and stared at Perry. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed Tempo looking at him funny, but usually he wasn't this obnoxious about it. "... What?"
He curled his upper lip and turned away, eating another chip. "Nothing."
"No, seriously. What's your problem? Think I'm gonna stop touching Taekwon if you glare enough?"
Tempo told him to go kick dick, whatever the hell that meant.* G-Dragon sighed. "Seung Hyun, apologize."
"Oh, I have to apologize 'cause Perry's banging one of our bandmates?"
"None of your business, kid. Stop being an ass."
"What, I'm an ass just 'cause I don't like gay people?"
Before Perry even had time to reply, G-Dragon sprang up from the couch and descended upon Tempo, glaring furiously, all flailing arms and righteous indignation. Perry didn't think he'd ever seen him get pissed so fast. "Oh, you don't like gay people? You don't like Perry? Or Young Bae? Or YG? Maybe you shouldn't be in YG Family, then. Maybe you should leave." He pointed to the door and waited (you had to give him props for his sense of drama).
Tempo's mouth hung open, and for a second Perry thought he was actually going to apologize and shut the fuck up. But his expression hardened and he pushed past G-Dragon and stormed out, slamming the door behind himself.
G-Dragon threw his hands up. "I hate it when he does that! He doesn't even mean it, he just didn't want me to be right." He sat back down and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry my bandmates are stupid."
"I like... gay," Dae Sung offered in clumsy English, poking his head out of the bathroom, looking sleepy and more than a bit puzzled. It was almost enough to make Perry smile, but then he realized Taekwon still hadn't moved a muscle or said anything. He was, however, trying very hard to look like he was asleep.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly. Perry had decided at sixteen years old that he wouldn't let homophobic little shits dictate the way he acted, but he knew that getting that attitude from someone in your own crew really fucking hurt, no matter how good your poker face was.
Taekwon nodded and sat up slowly, chewing on his lip. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"You can take my bed," G-Dragon said quickly. "You too, P. I'm gonna wait here until he comes back. You're staying, right?"
Perry watched Taekwon shuffle his way to G-Dragon's room, head down. "Yeah, I'm staying."
***
"And I bet you don't even know what Stonewall--"
"I said I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, well, if you knew what he's--"
He walked into the kitchen and G-Dragon stopped talking abruptly and waved to him. "Morning!"
Perry raised an eyebrow and looked at Tempo, who hid under his hood and shoveled some rice into his mouth. It looked like G-Dragon had worked himself into a frothing rant about the history of gay rights or something - he was still a bit flushed and his hands were shaking. "Hi. What time is it?"
"Oh, oh, I know!" Dae Sung exclaimed, then glanced at his watch. "Seven... thirteen," he said slowly.
"Thanks. You should've woken me up," he told Taekwon, who was doing a pretty good chipmunk impression with the steamed vegetables on his plate.
"Sorry," he managed after chewing for a moment. "We're leaving soon, anyway. Radio show."
Early morning radio shows - Perry had refused to do those when he'd been promoting his album. He'd made a pretty shitty gasoo, all things considered. "You gonna come home tonight?"
"Um, maybe. Bo Hyung, can I go home tonight? I mean... Perry's apartment..."
Bo Hyung glanced at him, then nodded. "Sajang-nim said it's okay as long as you don't miss anything." Her carefully-bland tone of voice made it clear what she thought about the situation, and Perry had to stop himself from saying something snarky. Taekwon was probably traumatized enough as it was.
"You eat too," Dae Sung said out of nowhere, standing up to get a plate and a pair of (Doraemon) chopsticks. If he noticed the looks Bo Hyung, Tempo and Seung Ri gave him, he did a pretty good job of ignoring them as he set the plate down right next to Taekwon's.
"Thanks, DS." Perry punched his shoulder lightly before sitting down, and Dae Sung beamed at him. He was a good kid. Between him and G-Dragon, the others would come around sooner or later. Maybe Seung Ri would even say something to him eventually.
***
It was kinda hard to tell the difference between tired Taekwon and brooding Taekwon. He hadn't said much during dinner - not that he ever did, but he was also halfway through his second bottle of beer, and Perry was leaning toward brooding. He didn't drink beer when everything was fine. He also didn't sit an entire foot away from him on the couch when everything was fine.
"Hey, did Tempo say something stupid again?"
Taekwon turned to him and blinked. "No... I told you, he said he's sorry. He even hugged me and stuff."
"He didn't look too sorry this morning."
"I think he's scared of you."
Perry snorted and filed the information away for future reference. "Okay, whatever. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit."
Taekwon looked down and played with his bottle. "It's just... Bo Hyung says it's bad for the label."
He wondered, not for the first time, how YG managed to hire people who didn't realize he was gay. "Next time she says anything about your personal life, you send her straight to me or YG, all right? It's none of her business."
"Okay," Taekwon replied, picking at the label on the bottle.
Perry moved closer and draped his arm over his shoulders, trying not to be disappointed when Taekwon didn't react. "It ain't bad for the label if we're careful, and you know YG doesn't give a damn about stuff like that."
Silence. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to let himself care this much. Taekwon was just a kid, after all.
"... Listen, if you wanna call it off, I'm not gonna be mad at you."
That got a reaction, at least - he looked up and frowned. "I don't want to stop. I like you."
There hadn't been a trace of hesitation in that reply, and Perry felt a lot more relieved than he would've liked to admit. He gave Taekwon a squeeze and settled closer to him before stealing a sip from his bottle.
***
Perry checked the screen on his cellphone and rolled his eyes before taking the call. "Yeah?"
"Uhhh, yo. 'S Tempo right here."
"What do you want?"
"Uh, I just wanna say sorry, 'cause... I'm cool wit dat if YB's your boo, ya know?"
"Uh-huh. 'S been a week, why the fuck are you calling me now?"
Tempo plowed on as if he hadn't heard him. "'Cause uh, you just keepin' it real, right? You got... balls."
"Yeah. Two of 'em. They're hairy. Did G-Dragon tell you to call me?"
"What? ... No."
"Oh."
"Soooo... I ain't gonna diss you no more."
"That's good, homie."
"... Yeah. Uhhh. We cool?"
"Fo' shizzle, ma nizzle."
"O... kay. Um. Bye...?"
"Yeah, see ya. Say hi to all your bitches for me, a'ight?"
"...... Word."
Perry hung up, grinning, and went back to work.
***
Perry unlocked the door to his apartment building and shivered as he touched the cold handle. He didn't like Korean autumns. Or winters, for that matter. He didn't give a damn how pretty the fallen leaves and the snow were - the cold was fucking brutal, and all he wanted to do for four months or so was to curl up in bed and sleep through the whole thing. Probably a side effect of growing up in California and on Guam.
He made his way upstairs with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, determined not to go out for the next couple of days. Big Bang had just released their third single and YG had finally managed to give them some time off - Taekwon had called earlier to tell him he'd be waiting for him at home. He was pretty sure the kid wouldn't mind sleeping in and being used as a foot warmer for a day or two. Perry was the probably the only person with whom he got to do nothing constructive these days.
He walked into his place and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Taekwon sitting in the living room... with his mother. And his older brother.
"Hi," Taekwon squeaked, looking a bit pale.
Perry sighed. The evening was going to be interesting.
*"Kick dick" (좆까) is an actual Korean insult, used like "fuck off". But it's strangely satisfying to say in English, isn't it? :D;
Beta: tamaofdeath
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry.
Rating: PG, Perry curses a lot.
Summary: Various people are assholes. ^^b
Warnings: Taeyang's 19, Perry's 36. If that grosses you out, don't read it.
A/N: Keep the language barrier in mind when you read this one, it's relevant. It should be obvious who's speaking what language in every scene, though.
Previous parts: here and here.
Taekwon was shaking him frantically. "OhmyGodit'slikesixo'clock!"
Perry squinted at him. "So what?"
"So I missed practice! And a meeting with YG! And I can't find my sock!" He flailed his arms, butt-naked and clutching a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Have you seen my sock?! It's red with--"
"Shut up."
"--and if I leave in, like, five minutes, I won't miss my Japanese less--"
Perry yanked him back to bed and pulled the covers over him. "Konnichi wa, sushi, chinko. There. You've got a fever, kid, you ain't going anywhere."
Taekwon gave him a blank look. "I don't have a fever."
"Yes, you do. I called YG last night to let him know."
He stared at Perry for a few moments, then seemed to relax. "... Oh. Are you sure it's okay? Why didn't you tell me?"
Perry wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. "I'm pretty sure your contract doesn't say you can't be sick, boo. And I didn't tell you 'cause we were busy."
Taekwon squinted at him confusedly. "'Boo'? Are you trying to speak Korean?"
"What? It's a pet name. In English."
"Oh, okay." A pause. "What's a pet name?"
Perry glanced at the English-Korean dictionary he kept on his nightstand. Probably wouldn't help much... and he'd have to let go of Taekwon to grab it. "'S like darling or honey or... whatever."
Taekwon nodded in understanding and stayed silent for a while, running his fingers over the hair on Perry's chest (a total novelty to him, judging from the way his hands kept straying back to it). "So I'm your boyfriend, right?" he asked quietly.
Perry blinked at the question. For all intents and purposes, they'd been together for months now. "D'you wanna be?"
"... What's it like? I mean. Being boyfriends."
"It's a whole lot like what we've been doing."
"Oh. ... Can we buy stuff at couple shops and everything?"
"I guess so," he replied, his brain hurting at the thought of matching t-shirts and cellphone charms and couple rings and God knows what else. "Can't go together, though."
Taekwon frowned slightly, eyes still fixed on his chest. "... That's not fair."
"Nope, it's not."
***
Perry watched the clock on the wall tick past midnight, wondering when the hell Big Bang's rehearsal was supposed to end. He'd come to their apartment, for once, making his way past the nutty chicks who hung out in front of the building just to let Taekwon latch onto him and drool on his shoulder for a few hours. The lack of privacy was annoying, but it was easier than taking him to his place. And better than not seeing him at all.
He drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch. He'd spent the past two hours cleaning the place (there'd been a pile of unsorted DVDs next to the TV, which was fucking unacceptable - and then he'd had to take care of the CDs and shoes and laundry and dirty dishes, of course), there was nothing good to watch, and he hadn't brought his laptop. Maybe he could sort G-Dragon's clothing by color or something, that'd keep him busy for a while.
He was seriously considering plucking his eyebrows for the first time in months when the kids finally filed in, strewing hats and shoes and hoodies all over the place. (Shitheads.) Taekwon saw him first, and the pathetically happy noise he made as he threw himself at him made the wait worthwhile. "Perry!"
"Hey. Long day?" He held his arms out and Taekwon snuggled up to him, put his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. He took that as a yes.
G-Dragon flopped down next to them, yawning, then looked around with a slightly confused expression on his face. "... Did you... sort everything?"
"Yeah. ... I was bored, okay?"
He snickered. "You have a problem. Thanks, though."
Tempo emerged from the kitchen, munching on some chips, and stared at Perry. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed Tempo looking at him funny, but usually he wasn't this obnoxious about it. "... What?"
He curled his upper lip and turned away, eating another chip. "Nothing."
"No, seriously. What's your problem? Think I'm gonna stop touching Taekwon if you glare enough?"
Tempo told him to go kick dick, whatever the hell that meant.* G-Dragon sighed. "Seung Hyun, apologize."
"Oh, I have to apologize 'cause Perry's banging one of our bandmates?"
"None of your business, kid. Stop being an ass."
"What, I'm an ass just 'cause I don't like gay people?"
Before Perry even had time to reply, G-Dragon sprang up from the couch and descended upon Tempo, glaring furiously, all flailing arms and righteous indignation. Perry didn't think he'd ever seen him get pissed so fast. "Oh, you don't like gay people? You don't like Perry? Or Young Bae? Or YG? Maybe you shouldn't be in YG Family, then. Maybe you should leave." He pointed to the door and waited (you had to give him props for his sense of drama).
Tempo's mouth hung open, and for a second Perry thought he was actually going to apologize and shut the fuck up. But his expression hardened and he pushed past G-Dragon and stormed out, slamming the door behind himself.
G-Dragon threw his hands up. "I hate it when he does that! He doesn't even mean it, he just didn't want me to be right." He sat back down and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry my bandmates are stupid."
"I like... gay," Dae Sung offered in clumsy English, poking his head out of the bathroom, looking sleepy and more than a bit puzzled. It was almost enough to make Perry smile, but then he realized Taekwon still hadn't moved a muscle or said anything. He was, however, trying very hard to look like he was asleep.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly. Perry had decided at sixteen years old that he wouldn't let homophobic little shits dictate the way he acted, but he knew that getting that attitude from someone in your own crew really fucking hurt, no matter how good your poker face was.
Taekwon nodded and sat up slowly, chewing on his lip. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"You can take my bed," G-Dragon said quickly. "You too, P. I'm gonna wait here until he comes back. You're staying, right?"
Perry watched Taekwon shuffle his way to G-Dragon's room, head down. "Yeah, I'm staying."
***
"And I bet you don't even know what Stonewall--"
"I said I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, well, if you knew what he's--"
He walked into the kitchen and G-Dragon stopped talking abruptly and waved to him. "Morning!"
Perry raised an eyebrow and looked at Tempo, who hid under his hood and shoveled some rice into his mouth. It looked like G-Dragon had worked himself into a frothing rant about the history of gay rights or something - he was still a bit flushed and his hands were shaking. "Hi. What time is it?"
"Oh, oh, I know!" Dae Sung exclaimed, then glanced at his watch. "Seven... thirteen," he said slowly.
"Thanks. You should've woken me up," he told Taekwon, who was doing a pretty good chipmunk impression with the steamed vegetables on his plate.
"Sorry," he managed after chewing for a moment. "We're leaving soon, anyway. Radio show."
Early morning radio shows - Perry had refused to do those when he'd been promoting his album. He'd made a pretty shitty gasoo, all things considered. "You gonna come home tonight?"
"Um, maybe. Bo Hyung, can I go home tonight? I mean... Perry's apartment..."
Bo Hyung glanced at him, then nodded. "Sajang-nim said it's okay as long as you don't miss anything." Her carefully-bland tone of voice made it clear what she thought about the situation, and Perry had to stop himself from saying something snarky. Taekwon was probably traumatized enough as it was.
"You eat too," Dae Sung said out of nowhere, standing up to get a plate and a pair of (Doraemon) chopsticks. If he noticed the looks Bo Hyung, Tempo and Seung Ri gave him, he did a pretty good job of ignoring them as he set the plate down right next to Taekwon's.
"Thanks, DS." Perry punched his shoulder lightly before sitting down, and Dae Sung beamed at him. He was a good kid. Between him and G-Dragon, the others would come around sooner or later. Maybe Seung Ri would even say something to him eventually.
***
It was kinda hard to tell the difference between tired Taekwon and brooding Taekwon. He hadn't said much during dinner - not that he ever did, but he was also halfway through his second bottle of beer, and Perry was leaning toward brooding. He didn't drink beer when everything was fine. He also didn't sit an entire foot away from him on the couch when everything was fine.
"Hey, did Tempo say something stupid again?"
Taekwon turned to him and blinked. "No... I told you, he said he's sorry. He even hugged me and stuff."
"He didn't look too sorry this morning."
"I think he's scared of you."
Perry snorted and filed the information away for future reference. "Okay, whatever. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit."
Taekwon looked down and played with his bottle. "It's just... Bo Hyung says it's bad for the label."
He wondered, not for the first time, how YG managed to hire people who didn't realize he was gay. "Next time she says anything about your personal life, you send her straight to me or YG, all right? It's none of her business."
"Okay," Taekwon replied, picking at the label on the bottle.
Perry moved closer and draped his arm over his shoulders, trying not to be disappointed when Taekwon didn't react. "It ain't bad for the label if we're careful, and you know YG doesn't give a damn about stuff like that."
Silence. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to let himself care this much. Taekwon was just a kid, after all.
"... Listen, if you wanna call it off, I'm not gonna be mad at you."
That got a reaction, at least - he looked up and frowned. "I don't want to stop. I like you."
There hadn't been a trace of hesitation in that reply, and Perry felt a lot more relieved than he would've liked to admit. He gave Taekwon a squeeze and settled closer to him before stealing a sip from his bottle.
***
Perry checked the screen on his cellphone and rolled his eyes before taking the call. "Yeah?"
"Uhhh, yo. 'S Tempo right here."
"What do you want?"
"Uh, I just wanna say sorry, 'cause... I'm cool wit dat if YB's your boo, ya know?"
"Uh-huh. 'S been a week, why the fuck are you calling me now?"
Tempo plowed on as if he hadn't heard him. "'Cause uh, you just keepin' it real, right? You got... balls."
"Yeah. Two of 'em. They're hairy. Did G-Dragon tell you to call me?"
"What? ... No."
"Oh."
"Soooo... I ain't gonna diss you no more."
"That's good, homie."
"... Yeah. Uhhh. We cool?"
"Fo' shizzle, ma nizzle."
"O... kay. Um. Bye...?"
"Yeah, see ya. Say hi to all your bitches for me, a'ight?"
"...... Word."
Perry hung up, grinning, and went back to work.
***
Perry unlocked the door to his apartment building and shivered as he touched the cold handle. He didn't like Korean autumns. Or winters, for that matter. He didn't give a damn how pretty the fallen leaves and the snow were - the cold was fucking brutal, and all he wanted to do for four months or so was to curl up in bed and sleep through the whole thing. Probably a side effect of growing up in California and on Guam.
He made his way upstairs with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, determined not to go out for the next couple of days. Big Bang had just released their third single and YG had finally managed to give them some time off - Taekwon had called earlier to tell him he'd be waiting for him at home. He was pretty sure the kid wouldn't mind sleeping in and being used as a foot warmer for a day or two. Perry was the probably the only person with whom he got to do nothing constructive these days.
He walked into his place and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Taekwon sitting in the living room... with his mother. And his older brother.
"Hi," Taekwon squeaked, looking a bit pale.
Perry sighed. The evening was going to be interesting.
*"Kick dick" (좆까) is an actual Korean insult, used like "fuck off". But it's strangely satisfying to say in English, isn't it? :D;