Title: 벌레 (Beolle)
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tamaofdeathPairing: Sean/Perry (blah blah high school blah. XD)
Rating: PG
A/N: Just another one of those SeanTorture drabbles I like to write. >>; It's too easy. That dude's got issues.
"Pelli!"
Perry turned his chair around, grinning. "Hey, sweetie. Wassup?"
Sean watched as Haeum toddled over to Perry and pulled on his pant leg. They'd... bonded, somehow, and he had to deal with an endless stream of enthusiastic "Pelli Pelli Pelli"s whenever he took her to the studios. It would be easier for him if Perry didn't obviously adore her.
Perry pulled her into his lap carefully and poked her cheek, completely ignoring him. "Yo, you wanna see something cool?"
"Coo?" she repeated clumsily, grabbing at his finger.
"Yeah. Look, it's shiny." He picked up a blingy necklace from his desk and dangled it in front of her face - it was all it took to have her rapt attention.
"She likes you a lot," Sean said.
Perry glanced up, and something in his eyes made Sean immediately regret opening his mouth. "Yeah. Who knows where she picked that up, huh?" He shook the chain. "Hey cutie, can you say bling?"
"Bing?"
Sean winced. "Why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?" Perry asked with fake innocence. Sean had walked right into it.
"You know what I mean. Talking about... that."
"Ohh, that. Hmm, I dunno. Liddy, can you say denial? Deee-niiii--"
"Perry. That was ages ago. I'm happy with Hye Yeong now." And he was. He thought he was, anyway. It was hard to be sure of anything when Perry was around.
"Yeah? Look at me and tell me you ain't gay."
Sean's stomach gave a jolt. He opened his mouth to reply and managed to meet Perry's eyes for a second before looking at Haeum instead. She had a corner of the sparkling pendant wedged in her mouth. "I-I'm married."
Perry snorted as he put the necklace around Haeum's neck. "You're full of shit." He hugged Haeum tightly and kissed her forehead, then set her down. "Go see appa, sweetie."
"Appa! Pelli bing~"
Sean picked her up and looked at Perry, but he'd already turned back to his computer. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and left, closing the door behind himself and trying to forget the whole exchange. He had some grocery shopping to do. And tomorrow was Sunday. He'd feel better then.