Wicked Ways, part 8 (Perry/Taeyang)
Title: Wicked Ways, part 8
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry
Rating: NC-17
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, interlude, 4, 5, 6, 7, interlude.
A/N: I think this behemoth will be easier to deal with if we start thinking of it more like an endless drama than a cohesive story, so um. Let's all do that. 8D;; This part's pretty long, but I'm setting up a couple of plot lines, so... yay?
And I believe we've reached the point where Young Bae can legally consent to sex with a man in his thirties, which means I'm finally writing sex that wouldn't get anyone arrested IRL. :O You may all stop being gay fall off your chairs at your earliest convenience.
Perry couldn't decide how he felt about being on a plane back to Korea. Partly relieved, that was for sure - in Seoul there'd be no expectation that he and Young Bae could ever go out in public, so he wouldn't feel disappointed. It kind of irked him to abandon the apartment when he was just starting to get used to Tokyo, but... hopefully it'd still be there next time Big Bang had to promote in Japan.
He was looking forward to working in the same building as Young Bae, at least. They could use some extra time together after how weird things had gotten toward the end of their stay. Young Bae had eventually made an effort to go out with him again between interviews and radio shows and performances, and now Perry felt like an idiot for getting on his case about it. It wasn't like the kid needed another source of stress.
He really was trying, too - he'd shoved his little pillow against Perry's shoulder as soon as they'd sat down in the plane, pushed and prodded him into a suitable shape, then fallen asleep against him. Considering he'd freaked out a little while ago over being seen shopping with Perry, that seemed like a lot.
"Hyung? Can I sleep like that too?" Seung Ri asked tiredly, pointing to Young Bae. He'd been sighing and shifting around since take-off, and he had a bright red blotch on his forehead from trying to sleep face down on the tray table.
Perry chuckled. "Yeah, sure."
Seung Ri grabbed his pillow and placed it against his shoulder. "You're at a good height for this," he said with a little grin before flopping against him.
"If I could move, I'd punch you in the head."
He realized that might've been too much for Seung Ri as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but he obviously took it in the spirit it'd been intended. "I'll tell YG you threatened me," he mumbled into his pillow.
Perry snorted and tried to find a comfortable position for his own head, eventually settling for resting it against Young Bae's. He was pretty sure some part of him would be sore by the time they got off the plane, but he was pleased that Seung Ri had felt comfortable enough to even ask. He had no desire to be treated like Producer-sshi again by any of them just because they were going back to working in the studios - not after spending so much time shooting the shit with them in their tiny Tokyo apartment.
Not to mention the partying. That was one thing he'd miss. He'd have to see how the kids would react to him showing up at their door with a case of beer one of these days.
***
Young Bae was all smiles as he stepped into their apartment after his first day back in Seoul. "Do you know Shaun and Aimee?" he asked as he walked past him on his way to the living room.
Perry blinked and turned his head to watch him, immediately regretting it when his neck gave a painful twinge. He'd woken up in the plane with his ass numb and his neck and shoulders stiff as hell - he'd apparently managed to find the one precise position that'd maximize the pain. "No... Are they new trainees or something?"
Young Bae dropped his bag on the floor and got a look of intense concentration on his face. "They are... choreographers," he said very slowly in English, then grinned. "Aimee taught me that. They're really nice. And they're gonna help me with my solo album."
"Oh, cool. Americans?"
Young Bae nodded. "... But they're not white. Or black. I don't know what they are," he added pensively before leaning down to grab a stack of CDs and DVDs from his bag.
Perry snorted. "Just ask them." He recognized the CDs and DVDs as the ones they'd bought in Japan, and opened his mouth again to tell Young Bae to let him deal with them. He changed his mind and just smiled to himself, though, when Young Bae started to go through the shelves meticulously, chanting the alphabet under his breath.
He was done putting them away by the time Perry had saved his files and shut down his laptop. He stood up and walked over to the living room. Young Bae smiled at him and rummaged through his bag again, this time for his iPod. "Did you hear the songs for my album?"
"Not yet."
Young Bae fiddled with his iPod for a few seconds, then handed it to him. "This one is really good. I like the rap. ... Are you still sore?" he added, frowning slightly.
"Yeah, a little," Perry replied, and a minute later he was lying in bed with Young Bae on top of him, giving him a much-needed shoulder rub as he listened to one of Teddy's usual solid beats. By the time the third song ended, Young Bae had leaned down to nuzzle the side of his neck, making his intentions pretty clear, and the prospect of having sex on an actual bed nearly had him sighing in pleasure. It was good to be back home.
***
"Whaddya think?" Perry asked as the song ended, eyeing the thoughtful expression on Hyun Suk's face.
"I don't think it's the right sound for Young Bae's album," he said after tapping his pen against his desk for a few seconds. "Didn't you hear Teddy's tracks?"
"Yeah, but..." He shrugged, doing his best not to look as annoyed as he felt. "A'ight. Guess we can put it on Big Bang's next album or something."
"Yes, I think that'd work." Hyun Suk clicked his pen several times, watching him. "You're still mad at me, aren't you?"
He'd failed, apparently. "Not really. Why?"
"I knew what Jinu was doing when he said Ji Yong and Young Bae wanted a place of their own in Japan, you know." He paused, but went on once it became obvious Perry wasn't going to say anything. "I'm not trying to break you up. I think it's sweet you wrote him a song."
"Yeah, well, you could've just said yes when I asked you about the apartment."
Hyun Suk sighed. "I was trying to make sure he wouldn't get distracted."
"Whatever. It's fine."
"You can follow him to Japan next time they have to go. The apartment's still--"
"I know. Thanks." The pen went click-click-click again and Perry realized how uncomfortable Hyun Suk looked. He thought of how close they used to be before Young Bae - and before Big Bang's success had made both of them too busy to hang out as often as they'd used to - and immediately felt like an asshole. "... Sorry. I know you're just doing your job."
Hyun Suk nodded. "I'll stay out of it as long as Young Bae's doing well."
Perry cast about for something nice and friendly to say. He could only think of asking him how Taiji was doing, and that probably wasn't a good idea. "Yeah, thanks," he finally repeated as he stood up. "Gonna go tell GD to write a rap for that song."
Hyun Suk's eyes flicked to the monitor next to his computer screen. "He's in the dance studio."
Perry nodded and left wordlessly.
***
Perry blinked as Young Bae suddenly grabbed the jewel case he'd been reaching for. He spun his chair around and raised an eyebrow, taking off his headphones.
Young Bae just smiled at him.
He stood up and tried to take the case back, only to be thwarted by Young Bae raising his arm over his head. He wasn't all that tall, but... well, he was tall enough (and most people were, as far as Perry was concerned). He reached for it anyway, mostly to entertain him. Young Bae snickered and handed it back after a few seconds, then leaned in and kissed him softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry. I gotta go soon."
Perry tossed the case back onto his desk before wrapping his arms around Young Bae's waist and pulling him close. The kid had become more confident and much less hesitant about casual physical contact recently, and Perry was enjoying the hell out of it. He didn't know if realizing that he had YG's sudden, glowing and drooling approval had anything to do with it, but it had probably helped. "Dance practice?"
Young Bae shook his head. "English."
Perry snorted. "You gotta be kiddin' me. You're doing the whole 'this is a pen' thing with the other kids?"
"I'm not good at speaking," he replied. "And our Japanese album wasn't that good."
"Then speak English when you're with me."
"... Okay. I speak English... from now."
Perry tried hard not to let his expression betray how fucking adorable that had been. He slid his hands into Young Bae's back pockets and gave him another kiss. "Good."
Young Bae stared at a point behind Perry's head for a short moment, then focused on his face again, brow furrowed. "After lesson, manager get KFC. In Big Bang... 's apartment. Wanna come over?"
Perry laughed at how natural that question had sounded compared to the rest. He had been picking up a lot of English from him. "Yeah, sure. What time?"
"Seven. ... O'clock."
"I'll be there."
***
"Manager" turned out to mean Jinu, who walked in and squeezed himself in between Seung Ri and Ji Yong on the couch, draping his arm over the latter once he'd dropped the KFC bags on the coffee table. "Dinner," he announced loudly, sending Seung Hyun pretty much running over.
"I get... plates," Young Bae announced as he slid off Perry's lap, heading to the kitchen.
Seung Hyun blinked at him when he came back with a stack of plates and a handful of utensils. "What the hell did you just say?"
"Plates. I speak English now."
To Perry's immense amusement, Seung Hyun immediately turned and eyed him warily. "... Do we have to do it too?"
"Yeah. Forever. YG said so."
Jinu let out a high-pitched laugh. "Give him a break, man."
Young Bae opened the bags and started taking out the food, pausing when he found a burger. Ji Yong snatched it away from him. Seung Hyun and Seung Ri, on the other hand, were muttering to
each other, apparently distracted. They nodded to each other after a moment and looked at Perry. "We speak English with you, but..." Seung Ri trailed off and turned to Seung Hyun for help.
He frowned, then pointed to Young Bae's electronic dictionary on a corner of the table. "We want like this."
Perry grinned. "Deal," he replied, deciding it'd probably turn out to be a good investment in the long run. Their Japanese album sales were decent and YG had just asked him to translate several more songs, so it didn't seem like they'd escape the whole English thing anytime soon. "Dae Sung too? Where is he, anyway?"
"Variety show," Seung Ri warbled, looking proud of himself. "... Maybe he wants too."
Young Bae nudged him and handed him a plate loaded with fried chicken and coleslaw, then grabbed his own plate and leaned back against his legs, staying on the floor. The conversation died down as they all dug in, and Perry was the first one to speak again when he spotted Ji Yong feeding Jinu the tomato slice from his burger.
"I ain't gonna ask again, J, but it's getting kinda obvious which one you're screwing."
Jinu laughed as he wiped his mouth. "What makes you think I'm only screwing one?"
"What are you talking about?" Ji Yong asked, looking up.
"Nothing," Jinu replied, squeezing his knee. The absent smile on Ji Yong's face as he focused on his burger again pretty much answered the question Perry hadn't asked - "nothing"s usually guaranteed he'd be prodding for more information until he got the answer he wanted.
Young Bae poked his calf and tilted his head back to look at him. "You want it?" he asked, holding up a piece of chicken.
"Sure." He took it from him, then leaned down and dropped a light kiss on his lips, unable to resist.
"Crispy chicken couple*," Seung Ri said, causing Ji Yong and Jinu to grin and Seung Hyun to choke with laughter on a mouthful of coleslaw.
It took Perry a while to get the joke, and he was still trying to come up with a good retort when Young Bae beat him to it. "You're all just jealous," he muttered in Korean, eyes on his plate.
"I'm not even gay, why would I be jealous?" Seung Hyun asked.
"'Cause he gets a lot more sex than you do?" Perry suggested, pretty sure he was completing the thought Young Bae had been too shy to voice.
"What? He doesn't!"
"Oh, you have a girlfriend now?" Seung Ri asked innocently.
"No, but... Shut up," Seung Hyun finally grumbled, stabbing at his coleslaw. Seung Ri shot Perry a grin. Perry wondered if it was too late to legally adopt him.
***
He and Young Bae were sitting in the studios' kitchen together, sharing bibimbap from a take-out container, when the door opened and Sean walked in with Harang in his arms and Haeum trotting along behind him. Perry grinned despite himself - it'd been a while since he'd seen Sean, and Haeum had grown up a lot. "Hey Lydia."
"Uncle!" she said happily, running over to him. He picked her up and settled her comfortably on his lap, laughing at the confused look Young Bae was giving him. She reached out, trying to grab the bibimbap container, and Perry picked up one of the spoons to help her out.
"She was hungry, so I thought I'd make her a sandwich or something," Sean said, sounding slightly apologetic.
"'S all right, I got it," he replied. He fed her a few spoonfuls of bibimbap while he listened to Young Bae and Sean exchanging small talk about Japan, but looked up again when Young Bae asked if he could hold the baby.
Sean looked pretty happy to get a break - he flopped down on a chair opposite them once he'd handed Harang over. "My arms were getting tired," he admitted, grinning.
Perry just snorted and kept feeding Haeum on autopilot, eyeing Young Bae. He was pretty damn good with babies. Harang seemed fascinated by his quiet cooing and finger-wiggling. "You want kids, YB? Later?"
Young Bae looked up, grinning hesitantly. "I think difficult..."
Perry snickered. "Yeah, no shit. D'you want some anyway?" He was inwardly pleased by the reaction, though - his mind hadn't immediately jumped to some indefinite point in the future when he'd be married to a pretty Korean girl or something.
"Maybe," Young Bae replied, looking down at Harang again.
Perry noticed the lack of comment from Sean and looked his way. He was staring at both of them, and Perry saw his eyes flick down to the two spoons stuck in the bibimbap, then back up to them, the gears in his mind turning almost visibly.
He hadn't known. It wasn't that surprising, considering the fact that he'd apparently forgotten he was a YG artist somewhere between having his second kid and starting his clothing line, but Perry had to stop himself from rolling his eyes anyway. The question would come any second now...
"Are you... together?"
Young Bae glanced at Perry, then back down at the baby, shifting his hold on him.
"Yeah. Get with it, man, it's been a year and a half," he said, smiling a little, once it became obvious Young Bae wasn't going to. "And if you give him any shit over it I'mma fuck you up, swear to God," he added, quickly enough for Young Bae not to follow, making sure to keep his tone light.
Sean blinked, then laughed, which wasn't exactly the reaction he'd been aiming for. "Okay. I'm glad you found someone, P."
"More," Haeum said, pulling insistently on his shirt, and Perry picked up the spoon again, grinning. He figured that meant it'd be okay to teach her to call Young Bae "uncle", too. As surprising as it was.
***
Perry had no idea how the hell Young Bae had gotten it into his head to try getting rimmed when he was still reticent to let his hands go anywhere near his ass, but he'd very obliquely voiced the idea one evening, by wondering "what it felt like". Perry had seen through the nonchalant act easily (the blush had given him away after about five seconds). And he didn't even like rimming all that much, but the results had been surprising, to say the least - Young Bae was flushed and breathing hard, hands clenched tightly in his pillow as he tried not to squirm, and he could have happily kept it up all night.
He stopped, though, when Young Bae started moaning and rubbing himself against the mattress. He moved back up and smiled at him when he rolled over. "You like that, huh?"
"Yes," he said breathlessly, looking up at him in complete awe. "Good." He'd extended his efforts to practice English to the bedroom, too, but he usually didn't manage much beyond single syllables. Perry considered that a compliment.
Young Bae hesitated, then reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it over to his cock. Perry chuckled as he took hold of it and started stroking slowly, leaning down to nuzzle his neck. "Must've been real good if you're that impatient."
The only reply was a low hum, but after a moment he reached over clumsily to return the favor. His eyes took on a faraway look as he played with Perry's cock, obviously distracted, and Perry wondered what he was thinking about until he spoke up again, carefully detaching his words. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Perry held back his first few reactions, most of which were variations of "hell yes". "Only if you wanna try."
He licked his lips. "... I wanna try."
"You sure? Might hurt."
"Yes but... feels good."
He sounded determined enough that Perry stopped objecting and took out a bottle of lubricant. The enthusiastic reaction he got while preparing him got him a little bit sidetracked, though, and soon he was sucking and licking up the precome oozing from Young Bae's cock, coaxing sounds he'd never heard from him before with every stroke of his fingers.
He blew (literally) right past the warning signs, distracted by the cock in front of him and the reaction he was getting, until Young Bae suddenly arched up and came deep into his mouth, sounding like he was having the orgasm of his life. He probably was.
There was a moment of stunned silence afterwards, and Perry looked up to see him staring up at the ceiling. "... Is it always like that?" he finally asked in Korean, raising his head.
Perry smiled and dropped a kiss on his hip as he withdrew his fingers slowly. "Yeah, pretty much. I'll fuck you next time."
And now he could forget about concentrating on anything work-related until Young Bae got another evening off.
***
"Hi," Jinu said, not bothering to explain why he'd shown up at the door late at night with a bottle of expensive wine.
"Are we celebrating someth--" Perry started to ask, but stopped when he noticed how Jinu looked. He had the same drawn, tired look he saw on the kids when their schedule got too crazy. "You all right?"
"Yeah, just tired," Jinu replied automatically, then paused. "... Didn't feel like staying home tonight."
Still not over his ex-wife, then. Perry had been assuming he was fine since they'd come back from Tokyo, but obviously he was wrong. "Sit down, I'll get glasses."
After a too-long search for wine glasses, they ended up drinking from coffee mugs. Jinu looked incredibly annoyed about that, which at least reassured Perry a little. "It's not like it tastes any different just 'cause it's in a mug, man."
"Says the guy whose favorite drink is soju and Nestea. How the hell would you know?"
He laughed. Jinu smiled slightly and swirled the wine in his mug, staring down at it. He looked miserable. "Why don't you just move, man?"
"That'd be pretty fuckin' pathetic."
Perry shrugged. "Not really. You want pathetic, fuck off to the army like I did."
Jinu looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "... You enrolled because of Sean?" he finally asked, his lips twitching up. "Damn."
"Yeah. Didn't know what else to do with myself when he took off."
"He told me about it once. He was totally shit-faced." He shook his head to himself and Perry made an effort not to ask what the hell Sean had said. "Anyway, I'm not that desperate yet."
"Just find a new place, then. Or... Hey, have G-Drag stay with you for a while."
"P. I don't touch little boys in their bathing suit areas, okay? That's your thing."
"Oh, ha ha ha. He likes ya."
"I know. I-- He's all right." He poured more wine into his mug, then topped off Perry's. "Just ain't for me. Wouldn't work out, you know?"
"Why not?" Perry asked, curious. Jinu had obviously given the matter some thought - not surprising, considering the way they acted around each other.
"What, aside from the guy thing? He's just a kid. Just 'cause you've been with YB for... How long?" he asked, blinking, his point apparently forgotten. Perry had a feeling that wasn't the first drink he'd had this evening.
"'S gonna be two years in May."
"Two years. Jesus."
Perry chuckled. He still had more or less the same reaction every time he really thought about it. "Yeah, I know. Still waiting for him to wake up and realize he's pretty much engaged to a boring old fuck."
"Nah. He's a boring fuck too, he'll stick around. You wanna get married, huh?"
"Dunno." Jinu looked at him, eyebrows raised slightly, and he broke into a smile, looking down into his mug. "... Yeah, maybe. I'll ask if he stays. When he's thirty or something."
Jinu snickered. "You're gonna be... what, forty-eight?"
His mouthful of wine went down the wrong pipe and he set his mug down a little too hard, coughing. "... Fuck. Maybe I ain't gonna wait that long."
"You ever talked about it? Gay marriage and shit?"
"Yeah. He thinks it's weird."
"He's Korean."
"I know." More to the point, Young Bae was Korean and barely twenty and Perry was his first boyfriend. He wasn't going to push his luck - being in a happy, long-term relationship was miraculous enough. He'd see in a few years.
They sipped their wine for a while, and the thoughtful silence was only interrupted by the sound of the key turning in the lock. Young Bae walked in and paused, looking at Jinu, then at the wine bottle on the coffee table. "Hi."
"Hey," Jinu replied. "Had a good day?"
He nodded as he toed off his shoes, then disappeared to the kitchen. He came back with an open bottle of beer and sat down next to Perry, smiling. "Like in Tokyo, right?"
Perry grinned. "Yeah." He settled for a hello kiss on the cheek, since Young Bae wasn't crazy about kissing him in front of other people. G-Dragon was the one exception. "I bet I can still drink you under the table, man."
Jinu drained his mug and set it back down firmly. "You're too damn short to keep up."
Perry stood up to get two more beers, hitting Jinu in the head as he walked past him. He sounded more like himself already - getting stupid drunk would probably do him a world of good.
***
Perry looked up at Young Bae's brother, trying to shift his brain into Korean gear. That was always hard to do in the morning. Doubly so if he got interrupted while writing English lyrics, which he had. Not to mention the slight hangover. "Hello. Taek... yang..."
Great start.
He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, giving up. "YB ain't here."
"Oh. I thought he was supposed to be free today." Hyun Bae wasn't speaking English, but at least he'd clearly understood what Perry had said. And he'd slipped into that slow, speaking-to-a-moron voice a lot of people used around him, which helped.
"Nope. Photo shoot, I think. You wanna come in?"
He glanced over Perry's shoulder, hesitated, then held out a plastic bag. "I just wanted to give him that. Our mother made lots of jjigae so she wanted him to have some. ... It's for you too."
Somehow, Perry doubted that his mother-in-law (he liked thinking of her as his mother-in-law purely because of the face he imagined she'd make if she knew) had actually said that last part. "Cool, thanks," he replied as he took the bag. Judging by weight, they'd be eating stew for the next decade or so.
Hyun Bae eyed him. "... Do you know what jjigae is? You have to warm it up bef--"
Perry snorted. "Dude, come on. I've been here since '96."
"Oh. Sorry," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. "So... I'll come back when Young Bae's free."
"Hey, you already came all the way here. Wanna stay and talk or somethin'? I'll let ya hear some songs I'm working on," he added half-jokingly. Young Bae always showed him the text messages his bro sent him to gush about their new tracks.
Hyun Bae grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Really? That'd be nice."
He left almost three hours later with a stack of borrowed CDs and a recipe for chicken kelaguen Perry had managed to write down in a mix of simple English and shitty hangul (because Young Bae had apparently been talking about his "Guam food with coconuts and stuff"), and Perry had to concede that he'd grown out of whatever dumb-ass phase had made him call his little brother a faggot. They had more in common than Perry had first assumed, and he made a mental note to invite him over again.
... Or maybe he'd just visit his mother-in-law. That probably wouldn't be so bad with both kids on his side.
***
"Perry? Is my mom... came here?" Young Bae asked, staring into the fridge like a deer in the headlights.
Perry stood on tiptoe to look over his shoulder and laughed when he spotted the stew. Of course. "Nah, just your bro." He put his hands on Young Bae's hips and grinned when he heard him sigh in obvious relief. "I think she's over it, you know. Want some stew?"
"Stoo?"
"Jjigae."
"Oh. Yes, please." He took out the container of stew and turned around to hand it to him, nudging the fridge door shut with his foot. "What did my brother say?"
"He just wanted to hang out with you. Thought you had the day off."
"Does he come back soon?"
"He'd better come back, I lent him a bunch of CDs," Perry said jokingly as he took out a pot to reheat the stew. "You should call him or something. Let him know when you're gonna be home."
"Okay." He stretched out slowly, then leaned back against the counter, sighing. "I'm hungry. I worked out a lot today."
Perry smiled, eyeing him out of the corner of his eye, and poured a generous portion of stew into the pot. As annoying as he still found Master Hwang, the guy knew what he was doing. Young Bae looked fucking good, all smooth skin and firm muscle, and -- and Perry needed to focus on the damn food before he gave in and bent him over the kitchen counter. They still hadn't had a good opportunity to fuck. "Yeah, it shows. You gonna shoot your MVs soon?"
"Yes, there was meeting about it. It's next week. You coming?"
Perry blinked at the question and thought about it as he stirred the stew. He usually didn't follow the kids to shoots and promotional crap and TV performances, although he'd made an exception for their first concert. He didn't like the cameras, obviously, but Young Bae wouldn't even be bothering to ask unless he really wanted him there. "Yeah, sure. I'm not gonna be in the way?"
"No, it's okay." Young Bae ran a hand through his hair, yawning, and Perry noticed his bare ring finger. His eyes reflexively went to Young Bae's neck, but he wasn't wearing the chain, either.
"You still carrying your ring in your pocket? You're gonna lose it if you keep doing that."
The startled, guilty expression that appeared on Young Bae's face didn't bode well at all. "I... Um, I'm sorry." Neither did the switch to Korean. "I think I lost it today. I asked Ji Eun to check the accessories for the photo shoot, but she didn't find it, either. But I'm going to look in the gym and--"
"Hey, it's all right. It's just a ring. I'll keep an eye out for it."
Young Bae blinked at him. "You're not angry?"
"English, boo."
That got him to crack a smile. "You don't... It's okay?"
"Yeah. We can buy a new one if it doesn't turn up in a few days." The thought of shopping for a ring with Young Bae didn't seem so bad - it made up for the slight disappointment, anyway. It wasn't like he'd done any better during his short stint as a gasoo. He'd let his nose piercings close only after taking out both studs for a performance on whatever dumb-ass network had decided at the time that body piercing was too edgy to be shown on TV. He'd never found the damn things again, and he was pretty sure he'd be losing shit left and right if he had to change as quickly and as often as the kids did.
"I hope I can find. ... Is it ready now?" Young Bae asked, leaning closer and peering into the pot. Perry smiled and offered him the spoon.
***
Young Bae dragged him to the dance studio one afternoon, and he finally got to see that Shaun guy he was hearing so much about. He was a good-looking little fucker, from what Perry could see of him while he danced. Short and charismatic and probably Latino or Filipino or something, and suddenly it seemed pretty damn obvious what Young Bae's type was. Perry wondered if that was his fault.
They took a break after what seemed like way too long, and Young Bae immediately headed over to him, Shaun in tow. "This is Perry," he said, sounding nervous.
Shaun shook his hand, grinning. "Nice to meet ya, man. I'm Shaun. You the Perry that's all over the booklets?"
He wondered how the hell he'd gotten his hands on old YG Family albums, then realized he probably meant the kids's credits. "Yeah, that's me."
"He's my boyfriend," Young Bae muttered quietly, eyes fixed on the floor.
"What?" Shaun said, leaning closer.
"... He's my boyfriend." He looked pretty embarrassed, but he'd actually said it, unprompted, and now he was looking directly at Shaun with what was probably all the courage he could muster.
Shaun opened his mouth, then shot Perry a quick look he understood instantly - he was trying to make sure Young Bae hadn't made a really embarrassing English mistake before saying anything. Perry smiled and raised his left hand before he could stop himself, showing off the ring like a fucking girl or something. "Yep."
Shaun's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. "... Shit, man, you never said you had a boyfriend!" he told Young Bae, laughing. "You guys engaged?"
Young Bae glanced at Perry with something that was definitely guilt. Perry didn't care. He wanted to kiss him. "It's... problem sometime. What's engage?"
Perry translated the question to Korean, then watched amusedly as Young Bae went from curious to mortified and shook his head as fast as was physically possible. Shaun grinned and punched him in the shoulder. "I'm cool with it, YB. Stop looking like that," he said, then turned to Perry again. "Where you from, dude?"
They made small talk for a few minutes with Young Bae staring at them, frowning in concentration and occasionally jabbing at his dictionary. By the time they left, Shaun had extracted a promise to meet him and his girlfriend for lunch before they went back to the US, since they usually ended up eating with Young Bae anyway.
Young Bae looked vaguely embarrassed all the way to the car. "That was... weird," he said quietly once Perry started the engine.
"Nah. Went fine."
"Yes, but... I'm always..." he started, then trailed off, frowning slightly.
"What?"
He struggled for words for a few moments, then shook his head and started speaking in Korean, a blush creeping over his face. "Whenever someone finds out I'm... gay, I always feel like they're... thinking about me having sex or something." The last part came out in a rush and Young Bae let out a nervous laugh, his face getting brighter.
"Maybe they are." Perry grinned at the soft groan that reply had caused and reached over to put his hand on Young Bae's knee, keeping an eye on the road. "Hey, it doesn't matter. You know how many girls are thinking about having sex with you right now?"
He glanced at Young Bae again in time to see him cover his face with one hand. "Shut up," he pleaded, laughing again. "I don't want to know that."
"You're a gasoo, get used to it," Perry retorted, silently hoping he wouldn't. The shyness was seriously cute.
***
Perry drifted awake, unsure as to why he was feeling so warm and fuzzy and fucking good until he felt the slow caress of Young Bae's tongue on the head of his cock. He smiled to himself and reached down to run his fingers through his damp hair, not bothering to open his eyes. He'd woken up a few times before to Young Bae sucking his dick as he jerked himself off - it was clearly his favorite way to deal with his own libido when he had to get ready for work at some ungodly hour in the morning, and Perry had no objections whatsoever.
... Except he did, this once, because there were better things on his mind. "Mmm, hold on," he managed. "You comin' home tonight?"
"I'll be busy long time," Young Bae replied, his voice low and husky. "Because... solo album." He licked his way up the underside of his cock and sucked on the tip briefly. "So you fuck me now."
Perry opened his eyes and tried to think coherently, which was pretty hard after hearing those words come out of Young Bae's mouth. He probably didn't even realize how it sounded, but that didn't make it less of a turn-on. "Wha... When are you leaving?"
"Thirty minutes," he said, then crawled up and pressed himself against him, his hard dick rubbing against his hip and his breath tickling his ear. "Okay?"
"Yeah, okay," he repeated breathlessly. Not exactly the slow, leisurely, romantic first time he would've gone for, but... if the kid wanted it that bad, he wasn't about to say no. He turned his head and kissed Young Bae, smoothing his hands down his back and over the curve of his ass.
It was Young Bae who broke the kiss first, raising himself up on one arm so he could grab the lube from the bedside table. He hesitated, then pressed the bottle into Perry's hand before kissing him again. It took a while for Perry to remember how the hell to multitask, but he eventually managed to work a couple of fingers into Young Bae, stretching and teasing him until he was moaning into his mouth.
"How?" he panted out as he pulled away again, gesturing vaguely toward both their bodies.
Perry made another valiant effort to think while Young Bae writhed against his fingers impatiently. "... On your back," he said as he pulled his hand away. He wanted to see his face.
Young Bae nodded, but then rummaged through the drawer again, and Perry felt like several kinds of stupid when he saw the condom in his hand. Good thing one of them still had more than three brain cells left. He held out one hand, but Young Bae pretty much ignored him, unwrapping the condom and rolling it onto his cock before adding a liberal amount of lube. He leaned down to wipe his hand on a towel he'd probably dropped onto the floor earlier, then rolled onto his back, legs spread and bent at the knee, and looked at Perry silently.
He didn't need more of an invitation. He sat up and knelt between Young Bae's legs, positioning himself. "Tell me to stop if it hurts." He waited for another nod before pushing into him slowly, watching his face. He didn't react much aside from frowning slightly and biting his lip, but when Perry pulled back and thrust back into him slowly, he suddenly twitched and let out a little moan.
"Feels good?" Perry asked, smiling at the quick nod he got in return. It felt fucking good on his end - it'd been years since he'd topped someone, and the way Young Bae was taking it just added to his own pleasure. He kept thrusting slowly and wrapped his hand around Young Bae's cock, but allowed himself to move faster once he realized how hard he still was. He obviously wasn't going to scare him off at this point.
And he'd fully intended to get Young Bae to come first before worrying about himself, but watching him with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, moaning quietly at every thrust, did him in much faster than he'd expected. He pushed into him a few more times and somehow managed to keep jerking him off as his orgasm crashed over him.
He was still seeing stars when Young Bae's heel dug insistently into his back, bringing him back to reality. When Perry opened his eyes he was looking up at him, his face flushed and his hands clenched in the sheets. Perry started moving again, slowly, and tightened his hold on Young Bae's cock, twisting his grip at the end of each stroke. Perry knew he liked that, and it was all it took - Young Bae's breath hitched and he bucked up into his hand, then clenched hard around him, his head thumping back to the pillow.
Young Bae's legs slid back to the mattress as soon as Perry pulled out of him. He lay there silently, his chest heaving and his eyes closed, while Perry threw the condom into the trash. "You all right?" he asked as he stretched himself out next to him.
Young Bae turned his head to the side, his lips curling into a smile before he even opened his eyes. "Mm." He rolled over, landing mostly on top of him, and nuzzled his way to his ear. "I love you."
Perry laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Love you too." He wrapped his other arm around Young Bae's waist and gladly obliged when he raised his head to kiss him. He could've stayed like this, warm and happy and boneless, letting Young Bae do whatever the hell he wanted with him for the rest of the day. Fuck that - the rest of the week. After a few short minutes, though, he felt Young Bae shift slightly, his eyelashes brushing against Perry's cheeks, and he was gone after one last slow sweep of his tongue.
At least he pulled the covers over Perry before disappearing to the bathroom again. Perry sighed and raised them a little higher. Next time he'd try to fall in love with some loser recording engineer instead of an entertainer. ... Not that there'd be a next time if he had his way.
Young Bae came back out less than ten minutes later and Perry forced his eyes open. His hair was wet again but he was already dressed as he started the usual morning hunt for his wallet, iPod and cellphone.
"Put on a hat, you're gonna catch a cold," Perry muttered.
Young Bae smiled at him as he shoved his phone into his pocket. "You sound like my mother."
"No, I sound like your boyfriend," he retorted, and caught Young Bae by the wrist as he walked by the bed. He lifted his head off his pillow and Young Bae understood and leaned down to kiss him. Perry gave his ass a playful grab once their lips parted. "Feels okay?"
"Feel is," Young Bae started to say, then paused, thinking, and switched to Korean. "I still feel it."
Perry nearly laughed, but thought better of it. "You're gonna be feelin' it for a little while. Don't worry about it."
He nodded, smiling a little. "... I gotta go. You sleep, okay?"
Perry gave him another lazy kiss, which only ended once Young Bae's cellphone went off, then watched him zoom out of the room, wondering if he'd remember to wear a hat. Probably not. He rolled over and glanced at the clock, decided it was too damn early to move, and closed his eyes. That towel on the floor and the dirty dishes in the sink would just have to wait until he was done basking.
*Chicken couple is Korean slang for an overly-affectionate couple that make other people uncomfortable.
Also pls raise your hand if I managed to make you find rimming vaguely hot. XD
Pairing: Taeyang/Perry
Rating: NC-17
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, interlude, 4, 5, 6, 7, interlude.
A/N: I think this behemoth will be easier to deal with if we start thinking of it more like an endless drama than a cohesive story, so um. Let's all do that. 8D;; This part's pretty long, but I'm setting up a couple of plot lines, so... yay?
And I believe we've reached the point where Young Bae can legally consent to sex with a man in his thirties, which means I'm finally writing sex that wouldn't get anyone arrested IRL. :O You may all stop being gay fall off your chairs at your earliest convenience.
Perry couldn't decide how he felt about being on a plane back to Korea. Partly relieved, that was for sure - in Seoul there'd be no expectation that he and Young Bae could ever go out in public, so he wouldn't feel disappointed. It kind of irked him to abandon the apartment when he was just starting to get used to Tokyo, but... hopefully it'd still be there next time Big Bang had to promote in Japan.
He was looking forward to working in the same building as Young Bae, at least. They could use some extra time together after how weird things had gotten toward the end of their stay. Young Bae had eventually made an effort to go out with him again between interviews and radio shows and performances, and now Perry felt like an idiot for getting on his case about it. It wasn't like the kid needed another source of stress.
He really was trying, too - he'd shoved his little pillow against Perry's shoulder as soon as they'd sat down in the plane, pushed and prodded him into a suitable shape, then fallen asleep against him. Considering he'd freaked out a little while ago over being seen shopping with Perry, that seemed like a lot.
"Hyung? Can I sleep like that too?" Seung Ri asked tiredly, pointing to Young Bae. He'd been sighing and shifting around since take-off, and he had a bright red blotch on his forehead from trying to sleep face down on the tray table.
Perry chuckled. "Yeah, sure."
Seung Ri grabbed his pillow and placed it against his shoulder. "You're at a good height for this," he said with a little grin before flopping against him.
"If I could move, I'd punch you in the head."
He realized that might've been too much for Seung Ri as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but he obviously took it in the spirit it'd been intended. "I'll tell YG you threatened me," he mumbled into his pillow.
Perry snorted and tried to find a comfortable position for his own head, eventually settling for resting it against Young Bae's. He was pretty sure some part of him would be sore by the time they got off the plane, but he was pleased that Seung Ri had felt comfortable enough to even ask. He had no desire to be treated like Producer-sshi again by any of them just because they were going back to working in the studios - not after spending so much time shooting the shit with them in their tiny Tokyo apartment.
Not to mention the partying. That was one thing he'd miss. He'd have to see how the kids would react to him showing up at their door with a case of beer one of these days.
***
Young Bae was all smiles as he stepped into their apartment after his first day back in Seoul. "Do you know Shaun and Aimee?" he asked as he walked past him on his way to the living room.
Perry blinked and turned his head to watch him, immediately regretting it when his neck gave a painful twinge. He'd woken up in the plane with his ass numb and his neck and shoulders stiff as hell - he'd apparently managed to find the one precise position that'd maximize the pain. "No... Are they new trainees or something?"
Young Bae dropped his bag on the floor and got a look of intense concentration on his face. "They are... choreographers," he said very slowly in English, then grinned. "Aimee taught me that. They're really nice. And they're gonna help me with my solo album."
"Oh, cool. Americans?"
Young Bae nodded. "... But they're not white. Or black. I don't know what they are," he added pensively before leaning down to grab a stack of CDs and DVDs from his bag.
Perry snorted. "Just ask them." He recognized the CDs and DVDs as the ones they'd bought in Japan, and opened his mouth again to tell Young Bae to let him deal with them. He changed his mind and just smiled to himself, though, when Young Bae started to go through the shelves meticulously, chanting the alphabet under his breath.
He was done putting them away by the time Perry had saved his files and shut down his laptop. He stood up and walked over to the living room. Young Bae smiled at him and rummaged through his bag again, this time for his iPod. "Did you hear the songs for my album?"
"Not yet."
Young Bae fiddled with his iPod for a few seconds, then handed it to him. "This one is really good. I like the rap. ... Are you still sore?" he added, frowning slightly.
"Yeah, a little," Perry replied, and a minute later he was lying in bed with Young Bae on top of him, giving him a much-needed shoulder rub as he listened to one of Teddy's usual solid beats. By the time the third song ended, Young Bae had leaned down to nuzzle the side of his neck, making his intentions pretty clear, and the prospect of having sex on an actual bed nearly had him sighing in pleasure. It was good to be back home.
***
"Whaddya think?" Perry asked as the song ended, eyeing the thoughtful expression on Hyun Suk's face.
"I don't think it's the right sound for Young Bae's album," he said after tapping his pen against his desk for a few seconds. "Didn't you hear Teddy's tracks?"
"Yeah, but..." He shrugged, doing his best not to look as annoyed as he felt. "A'ight. Guess we can put it on Big Bang's next album or something."
"Yes, I think that'd work." Hyun Suk clicked his pen several times, watching him. "You're still mad at me, aren't you?"
He'd failed, apparently. "Not really. Why?"
"I knew what Jinu was doing when he said Ji Yong and Young Bae wanted a place of their own in Japan, you know." He paused, but went on once it became obvious Perry wasn't going to say anything. "I'm not trying to break you up. I think it's sweet you wrote him a song."
"Yeah, well, you could've just said yes when I asked you about the apartment."
Hyun Suk sighed. "I was trying to make sure he wouldn't get distracted."
"Whatever. It's fine."
"You can follow him to Japan next time they have to go. The apartment's still--"
"I know. Thanks." The pen went click-click-click again and Perry realized how uncomfortable Hyun Suk looked. He thought of how close they used to be before Young Bae - and before Big Bang's success had made both of them too busy to hang out as often as they'd used to - and immediately felt like an asshole. "... Sorry. I know you're just doing your job."
Hyun Suk nodded. "I'll stay out of it as long as Young Bae's doing well."
Perry cast about for something nice and friendly to say. He could only think of asking him how Taiji was doing, and that probably wasn't a good idea. "Yeah, thanks," he finally repeated as he stood up. "Gonna go tell GD to write a rap for that song."
Hyun Suk's eyes flicked to the monitor next to his computer screen. "He's in the dance studio."
Perry nodded and left wordlessly.
***
Perry blinked as Young Bae suddenly grabbed the jewel case he'd been reaching for. He spun his chair around and raised an eyebrow, taking off his headphones.
Young Bae just smiled at him.
He stood up and tried to take the case back, only to be thwarted by Young Bae raising his arm over his head. He wasn't all that tall, but... well, he was tall enough (and most people were, as far as Perry was concerned). He reached for it anyway, mostly to entertain him. Young Bae snickered and handed it back after a few seconds, then leaned in and kissed him softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry. I gotta go soon."
Perry tossed the case back onto his desk before wrapping his arms around Young Bae's waist and pulling him close. The kid had become more confident and much less hesitant about casual physical contact recently, and Perry was enjoying the hell out of it. He didn't know if realizing that he had YG's sudden, glowing and drooling approval had anything to do with it, but it had probably helped. "Dance practice?"
Young Bae shook his head. "English."
Perry snorted. "You gotta be kiddin' me. You're doing the whole 'this is a pen' thing with the other kids?"
"I'm not good at speaking," he replied. "And our Japanese album wasn't that good."
"Then speak English when you're with me."
"... Okay. I speak English... from now."
Perry tried hard not to let his expression betray how fucking adorable that had been. He slid his hands into Young Bae's back pockets and gave him another kiss. "Good."
Young Bae stared at a point behind Perry's head for a short moment, then focused on his face again, brow furrowed. "After lesson, manager get KFC. In Big Bang... 's apartment. Wanna come over?"
Perry laughed at how natural that question had sounded compared to the rest. He had been picking up a lot of English from him. "Yeah, sure. What time?"
"Seven. ... O'clock."
"I'll be there."
***
"Manager" turned out to mean Jinu, who walked in and squeezed himself in between Seung Ri and Ji Yong on the couch, draping his arm over the latter once he'd dropped the KFC bags on the coffee table. "Dinner," he announced loudly, sending Seung Hyun pretty much running over.
"I get... plates," Young Bae announced as he slid off Perry's lap, heading to the kitchen.
Seung Hyun blinked at him when he came back with a stack of plates and a handful of utensils. "What the hell did you just say?"
"Plates. I speak English now."
To Perry's immense amusement, Seung Hyun immediately turned and eyed him warily. "... Do we have to do it too?"
"Yeah. Forever. YG said so."
Jinu let out a high-pitched laugh. "Give him a break, man."
Young Bae opened the bags and started taking out the food, pausing when he found a burger. Ji Yong snatched it away from him. Seung Hyun and Seung Ri, on the other hand, were muttering to
each other, apparently distracted. They nodded to each other after a moment and looked at Perry. "We speak English with you, but..." Seung Ri trailed off and turned to Seung Hyun for help.
He frowned, then pointed to Young Bae's electronic dictionary on a corner of the table. "We want like this."
Perry grinned. "Deal," he replied, deciding it'd probably turn out to be a good investment in the long run. Their Japanese album sales were decent and YG had just asked him to translate several more songs, so it didn't seem like they'd escape the whole English thing anytime soon. "Dae Sung too? Where is he, anyway?"
"Variety show," Seung Ri warbled, looking proud of himself. "... Maybe he wants too."
Young Bae nudged him and handed him a plate loaded with fried chicken and coleslaw, then grabbed his own plate and leaned back against his legs, staying on the floor. The conversation died down as they all dug in, and Perry was the first one to speak again when he spotted Ji Yong feeding Jinu the tomato slice from his burger.
"I ain't gonna ask again, J, but it's getting kinda obvious which one you're screwing."
Jinu laughed as he wiped his mouth. "What makes you think I'm only screwing one?"
"What are you talking about?" Ji Yong asked, looking up.
"Nothing," Jinu replied, squeezing his knee. The absent smile on Ji Yong's face as he focused on his burger again pretty much answered the question Perry hadn't asked - "nothing"s usually guaranteed he'd be prodding for more information until he got the answer he wanted.
Young Bae poked his calf and tilted his head back to look at him. "You want it?" he asked, holding up a piece of chicken.
"Sure." He took it from him, then leaned down and dropped a light kiss on his lips, unable to resist.
"Crispy chicken couple*," Seung Ri said, causing Ji Yong and Jinu to grin and Seung Hyun to choke with laughter on a mouthful of coleslaw.
It took Perry a while to get the joke, and he was still trying to come up with a good retort when Young Bae beat him to it. "You're all just jealous," he muttered in Korean, eyes on his plate.
"I'm not even gay, why would I be jealous?" Seung Hyun asked.
"'Cause he gets a lot more sex than you do?" Perry suggested, pretty sure he was completing the thought Young Bae had been too shy to voice.
"What? He doesn't!"
"Oh, you have a girlfriend now?" Seung Ri asked innocently.
"No, but... Shut up," Seung Hyun finally grumbled, stabbing at his coleslaw. Seung Ri shot Perry a grin. Perry wondered if it was too late to legally adopt him.
***
He and Young Bae were sitting in the studios' kitchen together, sharing bibimbap from a take-out container, when the door opened and Sean walked in with Harang in his arms and Haeum trotting along behind him. Perry grinned despite himself - it'd been a while since he'd seen Sean, and Haeum had grown up a lot. "Hey Lydia."
"Uncle!" she said happily, running over to him. He picked her up and settled her comfortably on his lap, laughing at the confused look Young Bae was giving him. She reached out, trying to grab the bibimbap container, and Perry picked up one of the spoons to help her out.
"She was hungry, so I thought I'd make her a sandwich or something," Sean said, sounding slightly apologetic.
"'S all right, I got it," he replied. He fed her a few spoonfuls of bibimbap while he listened to Young Bae and Sean exchanging small talk about Japan, but looked up again when Young Bae asked if he could hold the baby.
Sean looked pretty happy to get a break - he flopped down on a chair opposite them once he'd handed Harang over. "My arms were getting tired," he admitted, grinning.
Perry just snorted and kept feeding Haeum on autopilot, eyeing Young Bae. He was pretty damn good with babies. Harang seemed fascinated by his quiet cooing and finger-wiggling. "You want kids, YB? Later?"
Young Bae looked up, grinning hesitantly. "I think difficult..."
Perry snickered. "Yeah, no shit. D'you want some anyway?" He was inwardly pleased by the reaction, though - his mind hadn't immediately jumped to some indefinite point in the future when he'd be married to a pretty Korean girl or something.
"Maybe," Young Bae replied, looking down at Harang again.
Perry noticed the lack of comment from Sean and looked his way. He was staring at both of them, and Perry saw his eyes flick down to the two spoons stuck in the bibimbap, then back up to them, the gears in his mind turning almost visibly.
He hadn't known. It wasn't that surprising, considering the fact that he'd apparently forgotten he was a YG artist somewhere between having his second kid and starting his clothing line, but Perry had to stop himself from rolling his eyes anyway. The question would come any second now...
"Are you... together?"
Young Bae glanced at Perry, then back down at the baby, shifting his hold on him.
"Yeah. Get with it, man, it's been a year and a half," he said, smiling a little, once it became obvious Young Bae wasn't going to. "And if you give him any shit over it I'mma fuck you up, swear to God," he added, quickly enough for Young Bae not to follow, making sure to keep his tone light.
Sean blinked, then laughed, which wasn't exactly the reaction he'd been aiming for. "Okay. I'm glad you found someone, P."
"More," Haeum said, pulling insistently on his shirt, and Perry picked up the spoon again, grinning. He figured that meant it'd be okay to teach her to call Young Bae "uncle", too. As surprising as it was.
***
Perry had no idea how the hell Young Bae had gotten it into his head to try getting rimmed when he was still reticent to let his hands go anywhere near his ass, but he'd very obliquely voiced the idea one evening, by wondering "what it felt like". Perry had seen through the nonchalant act easily (the blush had given him away after about five seconds). And he didn't even like rimming all that much, but the results had been surprising, to say the least - Young Bae was flushed and breathing hard, hands clenched tightly in his pillow as he tried not to squirm, and he could have happily kept it up all night.
He stopped, though, when Young Bae started moaning and rubbing himself against the mattress. He moved back up and smiled at him when he rolled over. "You like that, huh?"
"Yes," he said breathlessly, looking up at him in complete awe. "Good." He'd extended his efforts to practice English to the bedroom, too, but he usually didn't manage much beyond single syllables. Perry considered that a compliment.
Young Bae hesitated, then reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it over to his cock. Perry chuckled as he took hold of it and started stroking slowly, leaning down to nuzzle his neck. "Must've been real good if you're that impatient."
The only reply was a low hum, but after a moment he reached over clumsily to return the favor. His eyes took on a faraway look as he played with Perry's cock, obviously distracted, and Perry wondered what he was thinking about until he spoke up again, carefully detaching his words. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Perry held back his first few reactions, most of which were variations of "hell yes". "Only if you wanna try."
He licked his lips. "... I wanna try."
"You sure? Might hurt."
"Yes but... feels good."
He sounded determined enough that Perry stopped objecting and took out a bottle of lubricant. The enthusiastic reaction he got while preparing him got him a little bit sidetracked, though, and soon he was sucking and licking up the precome oozing from Young Bae's cock, coaxing sounds he'd never heard from him before with every stroke of his fingers.
He blew (literally) right past the warning signs, distracted by the cock in front of him and the reaction he was getting, until Young Bae suddenly arched up and came deep into his mouth, sounding like he was having the orgasm of his life. He probably was.
There was a moment of stunned silence afterwards, and Perry looked up to see him staring up at the ceiling. "... Is it always like that?" he finally asked in Korean, raising his head.
Perry smiled and dropped a kiss on his hip as he withdrew his fingers slowly. "Yeah, pretty much. I'll fuck you next time."
And now he could forget about concentrating on anything work-related until Young Bae got another evening off.
***
"Hi," Jinu said, not bothering to explain why he'd shown up at the door late at night with a bottle of expensive wine.
"Are we celebrating someth--" Perry started to ask, but stopped when he noticed how Jinu looked. He had the same drawn, tired look he saw on the kids when their schedule got too crazy. "You all right?"
"Yeah, just tired," Jinu replied automatically, then paused. "... Didn't feel like staying home tonight."
Still not over his ex-wife, then. Perry had been assuming he was fine since they'd come back from Tokyo, but obviously he was wrong. "Sit down, I'll get glasses."
After a too-long search for wine glasses, they ended up drinking from coffee mugs. Jinu looked incredibly annoyed about that, which at least reassured Perry a little. "It's not like it tastes any different just 'cause it's in a mug, man."
"Says the guy whose favorite drink is soju and Nestea. How the hell would you know?"
He laughed. Jinu smiled slightly and swirled the wine in his mug, staring down at it. He looked miserable. "Why don't you just move, man?"
"That'd be pretty fuckin' pathetic."
Perry shrugged. "Not really. You want pathetic, fuck off to the army like I did."
Jinu looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "... You enrolled because of Sean?" he finally asked, his lips twitching up. "Damn."
"Yeah. Didn't know what else to do with myself when he took off."
"He told me about it once. He was totally shit-faced." He shook his head to himself and Perry made an effort not to ask what the hell Sean had said. "Anyway, I'm not that desperate yet."
"Just find a new place, then. Or... Hey, have G-Drag stay with you for a while."
"P. I don't touch little boys in their bathing suit areas, okay? That's your thing."
"Oh, ha ha ha. He likes ya."
"I know. I-- He's all right." He poured more wine into his mug, then topped off Perry's. "Just ain't for me. Wouldn't work out, you know?"
"Why not?" Perry asked, curious. Jinu had obviously given the matter some thought - not surprising, considering the way they acted around each other.
"What, aside from the guy thing? He's just a kid. Just 'cause you've been with YB for... How long?" he asked, blinking, his point apparently forgotten. Perry had a feeling that wasn't the first drink he'd had this evening.
"'S gonna be two years in May."
"Two years. Jesus."
Perry chuckled. He still had more or less the same reaction every time he really thought about it. "Yeah, I know. Still waiting for him to wake up and realize he's pretty much engaged to a boring old fuck."
"Nah. He's a boring fuck too, he'll stick around. You wanna get married, huh?"
"Dunno." Jinu looked at him, eyebrows raised slightly, and he broke into a smile, looking down into his mug. "... Yeah, maybe. I'll ask if he stays. When he's thirty or something."
Jinu snickered. "You're gonna be... what, forty-eight?"
His mouthful of wine went down the wrong pipe and he set his mug down a little too hard, coughing. "... Fuck. Maybe I ain't gonna wait that long."
"You ever talked about it? Gay marriage and shit?"
"Yeah. He thinks it's weird."
"He's Korean."
"I know." More to the point, Young Bae was Korean and barely twenty and Perry was his first boyfriend. He wasn't going to push his luck - being in a happy, long-term relationship was miraculous enough. He'd see in a few years.
They sipped their wine for a while, and the thoughtful silence was only interrupted by the sound of the key turning in the lock. Young Bae walked in and paused, looking at Jinu, then at the wine bottle on the coffee table. "Hi."
"Hey," Jinu replied. "Had a good day?"
He nodded as he toed off his shoes, then disappeared to the kitchen. He came back with an open bottle of beer and sat down next to Perry, smiling. "Like in Tokyo, right?"
Perry grinned. "Yeah." He settled for a hello kiss on the cheek, since Young Bae wasn't crazy about kissing him in front of other people. G-Dragon was the one exception. "I bet I can still drink you under the table, man."
Jinu drained his mug and set it back down firmly. "You're too damn short to keep up."
Perry stood up to get two more beers, hitting Jinu in the head as he walked past him. He sounded more like himself already - getting stupid drunk would probably do him a world of good.
***
Perry looked up at Young Bae's brother, trying to shift his brain into Korean gear. That was always hard to do in the morning. Doubly so if he got interrupted while writing English lyrics, which he had. Not to mention the slight hangover. "Hello. Taek... yang..."
Great start.
He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, giving up. "YB ain't here."
"Oh. I thought he was supposed to be free today." Hyun Bae wasn't speaking English, but at least he'd clearly understood what Perry had said. And he'd slipped into that slow, speaking-to-a-moron voice a lot of people used around him, which helped.
"Nope. Photo shoot, I think. You wanna come in?"
He glanced over Perry's shoulder, hesitated, then held out a plastic bag. "I just wanted to give him that. Our mother made lots of jjigae so she wanted him to have some. ... It's for you too."
Somehow, Perry doubted that his mother-in-law (he liked thinking of her as his mother-in-law purely because of the face he imagined she'd make if she knew) had actually said that last part. "Cool, thanks," he replied as he took the bag. Judging by weight, they'd be eating stew for the next decade or so.
Hyun Bae eyed him. "... Do you know what jjigae is? You have to warm it up bef--"
Perry snorted. "Dude, come on. I've been here since '96."
"Oh. Sorry," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. "So... I'll come back when Young Bae's free."
"Hey, you already came all the way here. Wanna stay and talk or somethin'? I'll let ya hear some songs I'm working on," he added half-jokingly. Young Bae always showed him the text messages his bro sent him to gush about their new tracks.
Hyun Bae grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Really? That'd be nice."
He left almost three hours later with a stack of borrowed CDs and a recipe for chicken kelaguen Perry had managed to write down in a mix of simple English and shitty hangul (because Young Bae had apparently been talking about his "Guam food with coconuts and stuff"), and Perry had to concede that he'd grown out of whatever dumb-ass phase had made him call his little brother a faggot. They had more in common than Perry had first assumed, and he made a mental note to invite him over again.
... Or maybe he'd just visit his mother-in-law. That probably wouldn't be so bad with both kids on his side.
***
"Perry? Is my mom... came here?" Young Bae asked, staring into the fridge like a deer in the headlights.
Perry stood on tiptoe to look over his shoulder and laughed when he spotted the stew. Of course. "Nah, just your bro." He put his hands on Young Bae's hips and grinned when he heard him sigh in obvious relief. "I think she's over it, you know. Want some stew?"
"Stoo?"
"Jjigae."
"Oh. Yes, please." He took out the container of stew and turned around to hand it to him, nudging the fridge door shut with his foot. "What did my brother say?"
"He just wanted to hang out with you. Thought you had the day off."
"Does he come back soon?"
"He'd better come back, I lent him a bunch of CDs," Perry said jokingly as he took out a pot to reheat the stew. "You should call him or something. Let him know when you're gonna be home."
"Okay." He stretched out slowly, then leaned back against the counter, sighing. "I'm hungry. I worked out a lot today."
Perry smiled, eyeing him out of the corner of his eye, and poured a generous portion of stew into the pot. As annoying as he still found Master Hwang, the guy knew what he was doing. Young Bae looked fucking good, all smooth skin and firm muscle, and -- and Perry needed to focus on the damn food before he gave in and bent him over the kitchen counter. They still hadn't had a good opportunity to fuck. "Yeah, it shows. You gonna shoot your MVs soon?"
"Yes, there was meeting about it. It's next week. You coming?"
Perry blinked at the question and thought about it as he stirred the stew. He usually didn't follow the kids to shoots and promotional crap and TV performances, although he'd made an exception for their first concert. He didn't like the cameras, obviously, but Young Bae wouldn't even be bothering to ask unless he really wanted him there. "Yeah, sure. I'm not gonna be in the way?"
"No, it's okay." Young Bae ran a hand through his hair, yawning, and Perry noticed his bare ring finger. His eyes reflexively went to Young Bae's neck, but he wasn't wearing the chain, either.
"You still carrying your ring in your pocket? You're gonna lose it if you keep doing that."
The startled, guilty expression that appeared on Young Bae's face didn't bode well at all. "I... Um, I'm sorry." Neither did the switch to Korean. "I think I lost it today. I asked Ji Eun to check the accessories for the photo shoot, but she didn't find it, either. But I'm going to look in the gym and--"
"Hey, it's all right. It's just a ring. I'll keep an eye out for it."
Young Bae blinked at him. "You're not angry?"
"English, boo."
That got him to crack a smile. "You don't... It's okay?"
"Yeah. We can buy a new one if it doesn't turn up in a few days." The thought of shopping for a ring with Young Bae didn't seem so bad - it made up for the slight disappointment, anyway. It wasn't like he'd done any better during his short stint as a gasoo. He'd let his nose piercings close only after taking out both studs for a performance on whatever dumb-ass network had decided at the time that body piercing was too edgy to be shown on TV. He'd never found the damn things again, and he was pretty sure he'd be losing shit left and right if he had to change as quickly and as often as the kids did.
"I hope I can find. ... Is it ready now?" Young Bae asked, leaning closer and peering into the pot. Perry smiled and offered him the spoon.
***
Young Bae dragged him to the dance studio one afternoon, and he finally got to see that Shaun guy he was hearing so much about. He was a good-looking little fucker, from what Perry could see of him while he danced. Short and charismatic and probably Latino or Filipino or something, and suddenly it seemed pretty damn obvious what Young Bae's type was. Perry wondered if that was his fault.
They took a break after what seemed like way too long, and Young Bae immediately headed over to him, Shaun in tow. "This is Perry," he said, sounding nervous.
Shaun shook his hand, grinning. "Nice to meet ya, man. I'm Shaun. You the Perry that's all over the booklets?"
He wondered how the hell he'd gotten his hands on old YG Family albums, then realized he probably meant the kids's credits. "Yeah, that's me."
"He's my boyfriend," Young Bae muttered quietly, eyes fixed on the floor.
"What?" Shaun said, leaning closer.
"... He's my boyfriend." He looked pretty embarrassed, but he'd actually said it, unprompted, and now he was looking directly at Shaun with what was probably all the courage he could muster.
Shaun opened his mouth, then shot Perry a quick look he understood instantly - he was trying to make sure Young Bae hadn't made a really embarrassing English mistake before saying anything. Perry smiled and raised his left hand before he could stop himself, showing off the ring like a fucking girl or something. "Yep."
Shaun's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. "... Shit, man, you never said you had a boyfriend!" he told Young Bae, laughing. "You guys engaged?"
Young Bae glanced at Perry with something that was definitely guilt. Perry didn't care. He wanted to kiss him. "It's... problem sometime. What's engage?"
Perry translated the question to Korean, then watched amusedly as Young Bae went from curious to mortified and shook his head as fast as was physically possible. Shaun grinned and punched him in the shoulder. "I'm cool with it, YB. Stop looking like that," he said, then turned to Perry again. "Where you from, dude?"
They made small talk for a few minutes with Young Bae staring at them, frowning in concentration and occasionally jabbing at his dictionary. By the time they left, Shaun had extracted a promise to meet him and his girlfriend for lunch before they went back to the US, since they usually ended up eating with Young Bae anyway.
Young Bae looked vaguely embarrassed all the way to the car. "That was... weird," he said quietly once Perry started the engine.
"Nah. Went fine."
"Yes, but... I'm always..." he started, then trailed off, frowning slightly.
"What?"
He struggled for words for a few moments, then shook his head and started speaking in Korean, a blush creeping over his face. "Whenever someone finds out I'm... gay, I always feel like they're... thinking about me having sex or something." The last part came out in a rush and Young Bae let out a nervous laugh, his face getting brighter.
"Maybe they are." Perry grinned at the soft groan that reply had caused and reached over to put his hand on Young Bae's knee, keeping an eye on the road. "Hey, it doesn't matter. You know how many girls are thinking about having sex with you right now?"
He glanced at Young Bae again in time to see him cover his face with one hand. "Shut up," he pleaded, laughing again. "I don't want to know that."
"You're a gasoo, get used to it," Perry retorted, silently hoping he wouldn't. The shyness was seriously cute.
***
Perry drifted awake, unsure as to why he was feeling so warm and fuzzy and fucking good until he felt the slow caress of Young Bae's tongue on the head of his cock. He smiled to himself and reached down to run his fingers through his damp hair, not bothering to open his eyes. He'd woken up a few times before to Young Bae sucking his dick as he jerked himself off - it was clearly his favorite way to deal with his own libido when he had to get ready for work at some ungodly hour in the morning, and Perry had no objections whatsoever.
... Except he did, this once, because there were better things on his mind. "Mmm, hold on," he managed. "You comin' home tonight?"
"I'll be busy long time," Young Bae replied, his voice low and husky. "Because... solo album." He licked his way up the underside of his cock and sucked on the tip briefly. "So you fuck me now."
Perry opened his eyes and tried to think coherently, which was pretty hard after hearing those words come out of Young Bae's mouth. He probably didn't even realize how it sounded, but that didn't make it less of a turn-on. "Wha... When are you leaving?"
"Thirty minutes," he said, then crawled up and pressed himself against him, his hard dick rubbing against his hip and his breath tickling his ear. "Okay?"
"Yeah, okay," he repeated breathlessly. Not exactly the slow, leisurely, romantic first time he would've gone for, but... if the kid wanted it that bad, he wasn't about to say no. He turned his head and kissed Young Bae, smoothing his hands down his back and over the curve of his ass.
It was Young Bae who broke the kiss first, raising himself up on one arm so he could grab the lube from the bedside table. He hesitated, then pressed the bottle into Perry's hand before kissing him again. It took a while for Perry to remember how the hell to multitask, but he eventually managed to work a couple of fingers into Young Bae, stretching and teasing him until he was moaning into his mouth.
"How?" he panted out as he pulled away again, gesturing vaguely toward both their bodies.
Perry made another valiant effort to think while Young Bae writhed against his fingers impatiently. "... On your back," he said as he pulled his hand away. He wanted to see his face.
Young Bae nodded, but then rummaged through the drawer again, and Perry felt like several kinds of stupid when he saw the condom in his hand. Good thing one of them still had more than three brain cells left. He held out one hand, but Young Bae pretty much ignored him, unwrapping the condom and rolling it onto his cock before adding a liberal amount of lube. He leaned down to wipe his hand on a towel he'd probably dropped onto the floor earlier, then rolled onto his back, legs spread and bent at the knee, and looked at Perry silently.
He didn't need more of an invitation. He sat up and knelt between Young Bae's legs, positioning himself. "Tell me to stop if it hurts." He waited for another nod before pushing into him slowly, watching his face. He didn't react much aside from frowning slightly and biting his lip, but when Perry pulled back and thrust back into him slowly, he suddenly twitched and let out a little moan.
"Feels good?" Perry asked, smiling at the quick nod he got in return. It felt fucking good on his end - it'd been years since he'd topped someone, and the way Young Bae was taking it just added to his own pleasure. He kept thrusting slowly and wrapped his hand around Young Bae's cock, but allowed himself to move faster once he realized how hard he still was. He obviously wasn't going to scare him off at this point.
And he'd fully intended to get Young Bae to come first before worrying about himself, but watching him with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, moaning quietly at every thrust, did him in much faster than he'd expected. He pushed into him a few more times and somehow managed to keep jerking him off as his orgasm crashed over him.
He was still seeing stars when Young Bae's heel dug insistently into his back, bringing him back to reality. When Perry opened his eyes he was looking up at him, his face flushed and his hands clenched in the sheets. Perry started moving again, slowly, and tightened his hold on Young Bae's cock, twisting his grip at the end of each stroke. Perry knew he liked that, and it was all it took - Young Bae's breath hitched and he bucked up into his hand, then clenched hard around him, his head thumping back to the pillow.
Young Bae's legs slid back to the mattress as soon as Perry pulled out of him. He lay there silently, his chest heaving and his eyes closed, while Perry threw the condom into the trash. "You all right?" he asked as he stretched himself out next to him.
Young Bae turned his head to the side, his lips curling into a smile before he even opened his eyes. "Mm." He rolled over, landing mostly on top of him, and nuzzled his way to his ear. "I love you."
Perry laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Love you too." He wrapped his other arm around Young Bae's waist and gladly obliged when he raised his head to kiss him. He could've stayed like this, warm and happy and boneless, letting Young Bae do whatever the hell he wanted with him for the rest of the day. Fuck that - the rest of the week. After a few short minutes, though, he felt Young Bae shift slightly, his eyelashes brushing against Perry's cheeks, and he was gone after one last slow sweep of his tongue.
At least he pulled the covers over Perry before disappearing to the bathroom again. Perry sighed and raised them a little higher. Next time he'd try to fall in love with some loser recording engineer instead of an entertainer. ... Not that there'd be a next time if he had his way.
Young Bae came back out less than ten minutes later and Perry forced his eyes open. His hair was wet again but he was already dressed as he started the usual morning hunt for his wallet, iPod and cellphone.
"Put on a hat, you're gonna catch a cold," Perry muttered.
Young Bae smiled at him as he shoved his phone into his pocket. "You sound like my mother."
"No, I sound like your boyfriend," he retorted, and caught Young Bae by the wrist as he walked by the bed. He lifted his head off his pillow and Young Bae understood and leaned down to kiss him. Perry gave his ass a playful grab once their lips parted. "Feels okay?"
"Feel is," Young Bae started to say, then paused, thinking, and switched to Korean. "I still feel it."
Perry nearly laughed, but thought better of it. "You're gonna be feelin' it for a little while. Don't worry about it."
He nodded, smiling a little. "... I gotta go. You sleep, okay?"
Perry gave him another lazy kiss, which only ended once Young Bae's cellphone went off, then watched him zoom out of the room, wondering if he'd remember to wear a hat. Probably not. He rolled over and glanced at the clock, decided it was too damn early to move, and closed his eyes. That towel on the floor and the dirty dishes in the sink would just have to wait until he was done basking.
*Chicken couple is Korean slang for an overly-affectionate couple that make other people uncomfortable.
Also pls raise your hand if I managed to make you find rimming vaguely hot. XD