Wicked Ways part 4 (Perry/Taeyang)
Title: Wicked Ways (part 4, kinda)
Beta: tamaofdeath and exoxendo
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry (+ some implied pairings that are mostly irrelevant)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Taeyang's 19, Perry's 36. If that grosses you out, don't read it.
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, interlude.
A/N: Not complete, but writing this thing is like shitting a brick, and I don't know if I'll ever finish it, so here are three random scenes. Hopefully they'll entertain the, uh, four people who have been following this fic. :D;
Because it sounds like such a Mary Sue thing to add to a story, I feel the need to point out that Perry really does have gunshot scars IRL. >>;;
If you've never seen YB's older bro, here he is, and yeah, he's really into musicals. And David Beckham. :D
***
"This is the man you live with?" Taekwon's mother asked.
"He understands Korean," Taekwon muttered through clenched teeth, and then Perry had three pairs of eyes on him.
He surveyed the situation for a few seconds - Taekwon's mother was eyeing him silently, frowning, and the brother (an older, scruffier version of Taekwon with G-Dragon's fashion sense) was watching him with open curiosity. If they'd come to see the rare Gay Foreigner in his natural habitat, he sure as hell wasn't going to disappoint. He walked over to the couch and kissed Taekwon's cheek. "Hi. Did you have dinner?"
"Yes." Taekwon's voice was flat, now, and his face was totally blank, which meant he was probably about to pass out or piss himself. The kid was a pretty good actor when he had to be (case in point: Ma Girl). "Um. This is Perry."
"Nice to meet you," he said in the most polite Korean he could remember.
Taekwon's mother just nodded to him, then turned and started talking to Taekwon quietly. She didn't seem that angry, though, which was already more than he would've expected.
The brother looked up at him and cleared his throat. "Um, nice to meet you, I'm Hyun Bae," he said in English.
"Hyun Bae, huh? I'mma call you HB, if that's all right."
Hyun Bae's squinting, confused look was strikingly similar to his brother's, and Perry had to repress a smile. "HB? ... Oh! Yes, HB is okay."
"Your English is pretty good."
He pretty much glowed at the compliment. Probably didn't get to speak to Americans often. "Thank you. I'm a musical actor, so I sing in English sometimes."
"... You're a musical actor."
"Yes."
He saw Taekwon give him a subtle panicked look out of the corner of his eye, but he just couldn't let that go. "Like Broadway musicals?"
Hyun Bae grinned and nodded. "Yes. Like, you know, Grease and West Side Story and--"
"And you're the one who called YB a faggot?"
"... Called what?"
"Never mind. Know what, I'm gonna go make some tea," Perry said. He needed time to regroup and Taekwon was keeping up the panicked glances. Sure enough, he appeared at his side about five seconds after he'd put the kettle on the stove, grabbing onto his arm hard enough to hurt.
"Perry. What do we do?"
"We stop freaking out, first of all," Perry whispered back, prying his fingers off. "What the hell are they doing here?"
"I don't know! I swear I didn't give them your address!"
"Taek, it's okay. Just... breathe. What was she saying to you?"
"It's not okay! You kissed me in front of my mom!"
"You kissed me in front of your dad, remember?" Perry retorted. "What's she gonna do, hit me with her handbag? Calm the fuck down and go tell her how awesome I am."
Taekwon took a deep breath. "Okay. But... be nice, okay?" he said before walking away.
His blank expression was firmly back in place by the time Perry brought the four mugs to the living room. He sat down next to him, made an effort not to slouch, and proceeded to zone out the second Taekwon's mother opened her mouth again. He couldn't help it - she spoke quickly and used words and verb endings he'd never bothered to learn, like interviewers did. He'd developed the ability to look interested and nod at exactly the right intervals, though, and since she couldn't deign to actually talk to him rather than direct all the questions to Taekwon, he was pretty sure that'd be good enough.
He did manage to catch a few things - like Taekwon telling her he was 29 and sleeping in a separate bed. The latter wasn't very convincing, judging from Hyun Bae's quiet snort and the warning glare he received from Taekwon in return. The lies were just fine with Perry, though. Their mother was looking at him weirdly enough as it was.
By the time they left, she seemed as satisfied as she was ever going to get, and Hyun Bae had conspiratorially informed them that he'd visit again without her so they could "talk for real". Not bad, all in all. He wasn't expecting to be invited over for Christmas or anything, but hey, he wasn't going to jail for statutory rape.
***
"You gave Taekwon's mother my address."
YG fiddled with the pens on his desk, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Well... yes. Why?"
Perry stared at him. He couldn't possibly be this stupid. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"She was looking for Young Bae! She said she went to Big Bang's apartment and he was the only one who wasn't there. What was I supposed to do?"
"Warn me first, maybe?"
"Well, you said you're not sleeping with him--"
"Shit, man, that was months ago. Of course I'm sleeping with him."
"Oh. Um. I'm sorry. ... Does his mother know?"
"Yes." He could almost hear YG start to freak out. "Chill out, she ain't angry. I think."
YG looked at him, then went back to lining up his pens carefully. "... Couldn't you pick someone older? I know he's good-looking, but--"
"Fuck you, I love him. If I just wanted a twink I'd go to Itaewon."
YG sat there with his mouth open for a few seconds before letting out a little laugh. "That's a bit silly, isn't it. I mean, at his age... He could still--"
"Right, I guess I should date guys my age. By the way, how's Taiji doin'? You even seen him this year?"
He didn't actually need to answer that question - the wounded look in his eyes was enough for Perry to know he'd hit a nerve. "You don't have to be like that. I didn't tell you to break up with Young Bae. I'm just saying he's young for you."
Perry sighed. So maybe he'd been a bit too harsh - it wasn't that difficult to picture Taekwon growing up a bit, getting tired of him and dumping him for a cute chick or something. Being screwed over by a teenager would fit in nicely with the rest of his dating history, actually. But he fucking hated it when people tried to tell him who he should date, and he was happy with Taekwon now, which should be the only thing that mattered. "Hyun, I love ya and all, but I ain't taking relationship advice from you. Next time just call YB and tell him someone's looking for him, a'ight?"
"Okay." Fiddle, fiddle. "... You're using condoms, right?"
"Hyun."
YG straightened up in his chair. "What? I'm just--"
"Yes." He wasn't, since they hadn't gotten around to fucking yet, but that didn't seem like something YG needed to know. "And I'm gonna get tested next time I'm on Guam. Happy?"
YG nodded, staring down at his desk again. It was hard to see under the cap, but it kinda looked like his cheeks were getting pink. "Um, thanks for... you know, being careful and--"
"Jesus, just... stop talking."
"Okay."
***
Perry rolled over and squinted at his alarm clock. Seven o' clock and he was alone in bed - Taekwon had probably crashed in Big Bang's apartment last night. Their manager was pretty cool about driving Taekwon to his place after dropping off the other kids, but he usually didn't bother if they finished too late.
He tried to figure out what had woken him up so early, gave up after about eight seconds, and was almost asleep again when someone knocked insistently on the door. He sighed and rolled out of bed, then found some pants to yank on before trudging over to the door. Maybe Taekwon had forgotten his keys.
Seung Ri took a deep breath and thrust a box of donuts at him. "Hi Perry-sshi I'm sorry for wake you Ji Yong said to give you donuts that he bought with Young Bae um here it is I'm really sorry I go now."
Perry blinked up at him, automatically taking the box. "... Uh. You can speak Korean if you want."
"Oh, thank you," Seung Ri squeaked, still in English, then took a step back. "I'm sorry for bothering you. Young Bae said you wouldn't mind."
Perry rubbed his eyes and peeked into the box. Five and a half donuts, plus a note half-covered in chocolate icing. His stomach rumbled. "I don't. Thanks. You don't have practice with them or something?"
"No, they have a dance lesson on their own, so they told me to drop by and give you this."
He plucked out the scrap of paper and read it while Seung Ri talked. "BB leftovers~ u can have them instead of WaWa. ^^ xoxo -GDYB", in pink marker. He smiled and tossed the note back into the box, then licked the icing off his finger. "Cool. You wanna come in and share?"
Seung Ri was staring at his chest. He jumped guiltily and looked back up at his face, turning six shades of red. "Oh, no, it's okay. Thank you."
Perry wasn't sure if he'd been looking at the tattoos and the scars or if he was just mystified by body hair like Taekwon was, but it was pretty amusing either way. "Relax, man. I'm not your boss, okay? You can drop the -sshis and the bowing and shit. You sure you don't want coffee or something?"
"... I guess coffee would be good," Seung Ri finally said after fidgeting for a few seconds. "If you're sure you don't mind."
Perry pulled him inside, closed the door and walked over to the kitchen to put the donuts on the table. "Sit down." He set about making two cups of instant coffee, noticing Seung Ri looking at him every time he thought Perry couldn't see him. A minute later, he sat down facing him, setting the two mugs down, and smiled at him. "Whatcha starin' at, kid?"
Apparently there was a seventh shade in his repertoire. "Nothing, sorry," he replied quickly, but not before glancing down again. "... Does it hurt?"
Perry grabbed the half-eaten donut from the box and took a bite. "What, tattoos? Nah, it's not too bad. If you mean getting shot, then yeah, that hurts like a mofo." He pushed the box toward Seung Ri, who ignored it in favor of staring bug-eyed at him.
"You got shot?? Wow, I guess you're a real gangster."
Perry snorted. "No, not really."
Seung Ri looked around for a moment and finally took a donut, then picked at it. "... Was it because you're gay?"
That was more insightful than he'd expected. Too bad he didn't have a cool story to go with the scars, though. "Nope. Just used to live in a really bad neighbourhood." Judging from Seung Ri's expression, he'd just confirmed his belief that all Americans were gun-toting nuts, but it'd be too complicated to explain. "Anyway, how're you dealing with all the promotion and stuff? You doing okay?"
Seung Ri blinked at him. "... Yes, we're doing our best for the fans~" he replied with that smile and that tone of voice, like there was a KBS camera hidden in the microwave or something.
"I didn't say anything about the group, I'm asking about you. YG ain't coming down on you too hard?"
He looked slightly confused now. "I guess not, hyung." He ate a piece of his donut, then added, "It'd be nice to sleep in sometimes. Maybe."
"I'll put in a word for ya."
"... You can do that?" Seung Ri blurted out, looking so amazed that Perry felt kind of cool despite himself.
"Uh huh. No big deal."
"Wow. Thanks, hyung." He focused on his donut again, smiling and a lot more relaxed. The fastest way to an idol group member's heart was through the promise of extra sleep, apparently.
***
That's it for now. Sorry. >>;;
Beta: tamaofdeath and exoxendo
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry (+ some implied pairings that are mostly irrelevant)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Taeyang's 19, Perry's 36. If that grosses you out, don't read it.
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, interlude.
A/N: Not complete, but writing this thing is like shitting a brick, and I don't know if I'll ever finish it, so here are three random scenes. Hopefully they'll entertain the, uh, four people who have been following this fic. :D;
Because it sounds like such a Mary Sue thing to add to a story, I feel the need to point out that Perry really does have gunshot scars IRL. >>;;
If you've never seen YB's older bro, here he is, and yeah, he's really into musicals. And David Beckham. :D
***
"This is the man you live with?" Taekwon's mother asked.
"He understands Korean," Taekwon muttered through clenched teeth, and then Perry had three pairs of eyes on him.
He surveyed the situation for a few seconds - Taekwon's mother was eyeing him silently, frowning, and the brother (an older, scruffier version of Taekwon with G-Dragon's fashion sense) was watching him with open curiosity. If they'd come to see the rare Gay Foreigner in his natural habitat, he sure as hell wasn't going to disappoint. He walked over to the couch and kissed Taekwon's cheek. "Hi. Did you have dinner?"
"Yes." Taekwon's voice was flat, now, and his face was totally blank, which meant he was probably about to pass out or piss himself. The kid was a pretty good actor when he had to be (case in point: Ma Girl). "Um. This is Perry."
"Nice to meet you," he said in the most polite Korean he could remember.
Taekwon's mother just nodded to him, then turned and started talking to Taekwon quietly. She didn't seem that angry, though, which was already more than he would've expected.
The brother looked up at him and cleared his throat. "Um, nice to meet you, I'm Hyun Bae," he said in English.
"Hyun Bae, huh? I'mma call you HB, if that's all right."
Hyun Bae's squinting, confused look was strikingly similar to his brother's, and Perry had to repress a smile. "HB? ... Oh! Yes, HB is okay."
"Your English is pretty good."
He pretty much glowed at the compliment. Probably didn't get to speak to Americans often. "Thank you. I'm a musical actor, so I sing in English sometimes."
"... You're a musical actor."
"Yes."
He saw Taekwon give him a subtle panicked look out of the corner of his eye, but he just couldn't let that go. "Like Broadway musicals?"
Hyun Bae grinned and nodded. "Yes. Like, you know, Grease and West Side Story and--"
"And you're the one who called YB a faggot?"
"... Called what?"
"Never mind. Know what, I'm gonna go make some tea," Perry said. He needed time to regroup and Taekwon was keeping up the panicked glances. Sure enough, he appeared at his side about five seconds after he'd put the kettle on the stove, grabbing onto his arm hard enough to hurt.
"Perry. What do we do?"
"We stop freaking out, first of all," Perry whispered back, prying his fingers off. "What the hell are they doing here?"
"I don't know! I swear I didn't give them your address!"
"Taek, it's okay. Just... breathe. What was she saying to you?"
"It's not okay! You kissed me in front of my mom!"
"You kissed me in front of your dad, remember?" Perry retorted. "What's she gonna do, hit me with her handbag? Calm the fuck down and go tell her how awesome I am."
Taekwon took a deep breath. "Okay. But... be nice, okay?" he said before walking away.
His blank expression was firmly back in place by the time Perry brought the four mugs to the living room. He sat down next to him, made an effort not to slouch, and proceeded to zone out the second Taekwon's mother opened her mouth again. He couldn't help it - she spoke quickly and used words and verb endings he'd never bothered to learn, like interviewers did. He'd developed the ability to look interested and nod at exactly the right intervals, though, and since she couldn't deign to actually talk to him rather than direct all the questions to Taekwon, he was pretty sure that'd be good enough.
He did manage to catch a few things - like Taekwon telling her he was 29 and sleeping in a separate bed. The latter wasn't very convincing, judging from Hyun Bae's quiet snort and the warning glare he received from Taekwon in return. The lies were just fine with Perry, though. Their mother was looking at him weirdly enough as it was.
By the time they left, she seemed as satisfied as she was ever going to get, and Hyun Bae had conspiratorially informed them that he'd visit again without her so they could "talk for real". Not bad, all in all. He wasn't expecting to be invited over for Christmas or anything, but hey, he wasn't going to jail for statutory rape.
***
"You gave Taekwon's mother my address."
YG fiddled with the pens on his desk, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Well... yes. Why?"
Perry stared at him. He couldn't possibly be this stupid. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"She was looking for Young Bae! She said she went to Big Bang's apartment and he was the only one who wasn't there. What was I supposed to do?"
"Warn me first, maybe?"
"Well, you said you're not sleeping with him--"
"Shit, man, that was months ago. Of course I'm sleeping with him."
"Oh. Um. I'm sorry. ... Does his mother know?"
"Yes." He could almost hear YG start to freak out. "Chill out, she ain't angry. I think."
YG looked at him, then went back to lining up his pens carefully. "... Couldn't you pick someone older? I know he's good-looking, but--"
"Fuck you, I love him. If I just wanted a twink I'd go to Itaewon."
YG sat there with his mouth open for a few seconds before letting out a little laugh. "That's a bit silly, isn't it. I mean, at his age... He could still--"
"Right, I guess I should date guys my age. By the way, how's Taiji doin'? You even seen him this year?"
He didn't actually need to answer that question - the wounded look in his eyes was enough for Perry to know he'd hit a nerve. "You don't have to be like that. I didn't tell you to break up with Young Bae. I'm just saying he's young for you."
Perry sighed. So maybe he'd been a bit too harsh - it wasn't that difficult to picture Taekwon growing up a bit, getting tired of him and dumping him for a cute chick or something. Being screwed over by a teenager would fit in nicely with the rest of his dating history, actually. But he fucking hated it when people tried to tell him who he should date, and he was happy with Taekwon now, which should be the only thing that mattered. "Hyun, I love ya and all, but I ain't taking relationship advice from you. Next time just call YB and tell him someone's looking for him, a'ight?"
"Okay." Fiddle, fiddle. "... You're using condoms, right?"
"Hyun."
YG straightened up in his chair. "What? I'm just--"
"Yes." He wasn't, since they hadn't gotten around to fucking yet, but that didn't seem like something YG needed to know. "And I'm gonna get tested next time I'm on Guam. Happy?"
YG nodded, staring down at his desk again. It was hard to see under the cap, but it kinda looked like his cheeks were getting pink. "Um, thanks for... you know, being careful and--"
"Jesus, just... stop talking."
"Okay."
***
Perry rolled over and squinted at his alarm clock. Seven o' clock and he was alone in bed - Taekwon had probably crashed in Big Bang's apartment last night. Their manager was pretty cool about driving Taekwon to his place after dropping off the other kids, but he usually didn't bother if they finished too late.
He tried to figure out what had woken him up so early, gave up after about eight seconds, and was almost asleep again when someone knocked insistently on the door. He sighed and rolled out of bed, then found some pants to yank on before trudging over to the door. Maybe Taekwon had forgotten his keys.
Seung Ri took a deep breath and thrust a box of donuts at him. "Hi Perry-sshi I'm sorry for wake you Ji Yong said to give you donuts that he bought with Young Bae um here it is I'm really sorry I go now."
Perry blinked up at him, automatically taking the box. "... Uh. You can speak Korean if you want."
"Oh, thank you," Seung Ri squeaked, still in English, then took a step back. "I'm sorry for bothering you. Young Bae said you wouldn't mind."
Perry rubbed his eyes and peeked into the box. Five and a half donuts, plus a note half-covered in chocolate icing. His stomach rumbled. "I don't. Thanks. You don't have practice with them or something?"
"No, they have a dance lesson on their own, so they told me to drop by and give you this."
He plucked out the scrap of paper and read it while Seung Ri talked. "BB leftovers~ u can have them instead of WaWa. ^^ xoxo -GDYB", in pink marker. He smiled and tossed the note back into the box, then licked the icing off his finger. "Cool. You wanna come in and share?"
Seung Ri was staring at his chest. He jumped guiltily and looked back up at his face, turning six shades of red. "Oh, no, it's okay. Thank you."
Perry wasn't sure if he'd been looking at the tattoos and the scars or if he was just mystified by body hair like Taekwon was, but it was pretty amusing either way. "Relax, man. I'm not your boss, okay? You can drop the -sshis and the bowing and shit. You sure you don't want coffee or something?"
"... I guess coffee would be good," Seung Ri finally said after fidgeting for a few seconds. "If you're sure you don't mind."
Perry pulled him inside, closed the door and walked over to the kitchen to put the donuts on the table. "Sit down." He set about making two cups of instant coffee, noticing Seung Ri looking at him every time he thought Perry couldn't see him. A minute later, he sat down facing him, setting the two mugs down, and smiled at him. "Whatcha starin' at, kid?"
Apparently there was a seventh shade in his repertoire. "Nothing, sorry," he replied quickly, but not before glancing down again. "... Does it hurt?"
Perry grabbed the half-eaten donut from the box and took a bite. "What, tattoos? Nah, it's not too bad. If you mean getting shot, then yeah, that hurts like a mofo." He pushed the box toward Seung Ri, who ignored it in favor of staring bug-eyed at him.
"You got shot?? Wow, I guess you're a real gangster."
Perry snorted. "No, not really."
Seung Ri looked around for a moment and finally took a donut, then picked at it. "... Was it because you're gay?"
That was more insightful than he'd expected. Too bad he didn't have a cool story to go with the scars, though. "Nope. Just used to live in a really bad neighbourhood." Judging from Seung Ri's expression, he'd just confirmed his belief that all Americans were gun-toting nuts, but it'd be too complicated to explain. "Anyway, how're you dealing with all the promotion and stuff? You doing okay?"
Seung Ri blinked at him. "... Yes, we're doing our best for the fans~" he replied with that smile and that tone of voice, like there was a KBS camera hidden in the microwave or something.
"I didn't say anything about the group, I'm asking about you. YG ain't coming down on you too hard?"
He looked slightly confused now. "I guess not, hyung." He ate a piece of his donut, then added, "It'd be nice to sleep in sometimes. Maybe."
"I'll put in a word for ya."
"... You can do that?" Seung Ri blurted out, looking so amazed that Perry felt kind of cool despite himself.
"Uh huh. No big deal."
"Wow. Thanks, hyung." He focused on his donut again, smiling and a lot more relaxed. The fastest way to an idol group member's heart was through the promise of extra sleep, apparently.
***
That's it for now. Sorry. >>;;