Fic: Closer II

Closer II

Author: Aphrodite

Feedback: Yes, send to nsaphrodite@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Rating: R

Fandom: American Idol Slash

Summary: Heejun Han never went out at nine.

Author's Notes: I apologize for the racial remarks ahead of time. I am sure Heejun's mother is a lovely person in real life; just not in this story. Also, this work is completely unbeta'd and to be honest, I'm not completely satisfied with it, but hopefully it'll get better.

Closer II

Los Angeles, CA 2010

The first thing Heejun notices when he arrives in Los Angeles is the throngs of good looking people. Everyone is tall and pretty-girls and guys alike. It's like he's auditioning for America's Top Model rather than for a singing competition. He feels like a fish out of water as he makes his way through the crowd, making a bee-hive for the elevator so he can go into his room, hide, and never show his face unless absolutely necessary.

A short two minute elevator ride later, Heejun arrives at his hotel room, where his roommate is already busy unpacking. With a shaved head at the sides and dressed in black from head to toe, his roommate looks like a crazy, emo skinhead. So theoretically according to his mother's logic, his roommate can potentially be a racist and a psychopath. This is not looking good for Heejun. The boy with the bizarre haircut looks intimidating yet very pretty with his high cheekbones as he narrows his smoldering eyes on him. Heejun looks away, shuffling backward until he hit the wall.

"What's wrong with you?" His roommate asks. "I'm not going to hit you or anything."

"I'm sorry," Heejun apologizes. "I haven't been around people much. You look like those people who go into schools and-"

"And shoot people? So I scare you?"

"A little," Heejun admits.

"Look at me," his roommate snaps at him, grabbing him by the shoulders, "we are both children of God. You have nothing to fear about me. Name is Colton. Colton Dixon."

"Heejun."

"I'd like to think that I'm like a messenger of God or something."

"You're a Christian, too."

"Couldn't tell from the huge cross hanging around my neck?" Colton asks, laughing.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing. I'll help you unpack so we can go to the lobby in time for dinner."

"I'm not going to unpack."

"No?"

"Saves the trouble of packing when I go home."

"I have a good feeling that you're not going home anytime soon. There's something special about you," Colton comments then turns away.

Colton continues unpacking his suitcase while Heejun works to fit his four suitcases underneath his bed. He manages to shove two suitcases underneath his bed when a series of knocks interrupts his task. Colton is in the shower so it leaves only Heejun to answer the door. A young girl with fiery red hair stands at the doorway. She peeks inside and frowns.

"Where's Colton?"

"In the shower," answers Heejun.

"I see. I'll just wait for him inside," she announces and walkes past Heejun to sit at the foot of the Colton's bed.

Heejun shrugs his shoulders, closes the door, and turns around to finish his task when he finds the young girl has kicked off her shoes and is lying down on Colton's bed. He takes the cue, quickly turns around, and flees the room. Heejun is in such a haste to leave that he doesn't paying attention to where he's going, slamming right into another very good looking model type guy, sending him to the floor along with his glasses. Soda spills onto his muscled Abercrombie and Fitch blue shirt and Heejun is quick to apologize, but the apology falls on deaf ears.

"Watch out where you're going, fuckin' idiot!"

"Such foul words from such a pretty face," Heejun murmurs lowly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry," he apologizes, again, and again, the pretty boy yells.

This time he's yelling in his face, pointing his finger at him while he is still down. He keeps yelling profanities while Heejun remains quiet, head hung low between his knees, zoning out the harsh words until finally an intervention saves him from further humiliation.

"Dude, cut it out!"

Pretty boy stops momentarily to address Heejun's shining white knight. "He fuckin' spilled soda on my shirt."

"It was an accident, Johnny," the other replies. "Besides, what are you doing with a soda can when we're about ready to go down to the dining hall for dinner?"

"Fine!" Johnny yells and then lowers his voice, "I'm going to change. Save me a seat at the table."

"I will, buddy."

After a few minutes of peace and the sound of a door closing in the near the distance, Heejun finally looks up from between his knees. He is handed his glasses, which he promptly puts on otherwise he'd be blind as a bat. He immediately notices the nearly bare feet in front of him. He's never a foot fetish, but Heejun is extremely impressed with the well cared manicured set in sandals before him. His eyes waver from the lightly haired and pale feet to the slight bulge trapped in loose fitting stone wash denim to the small patch of chest hair peeking from underneath blue and grey flannel shirt to the most tantalizing set of eyes he has ever seen- gold sunburst surrounded by a ring of steel blue; he doesn't think such colors existed in nature in that combination before, but here he is mesmerized by them. And when the boy smiles before helping Heejun to his feet and then hugging him, Heejun loses it. He can't take his eyes off of this beautiful creature before him. Colton is pretty. Johnny is pretty. But this boy, this boy is absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. He presses his legs together because there is definitely something growing between them and turns away quickly because he is certain he is beet red at this point.

"I'm sorry for what happened," the boy apologizes. "Please excuse my buddy. He's not himself. He's just a bit stressed out right now."

"No need to apologize," Heejun responds, still keeping his gaze away from the beautiful creature for fear of giving himself away, "you didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, but, still. I feel bad. He was a total jerk."

"If he's a jerk, why are you friends with him?" Heejun asks. This time he looks up to find the boy biting down on his lower lip.

"I don't know," the boy says, shrugging his shoulders, "because other than the occasionally outbursts, he's a good guy. We were on the same plane heading out here. I lost my luggage at the airport. I was scared to death. I've never been outside of Georgia my entire life and here I was in Dallas and without my luggage. He stayed with me and waited until the airline located my luggage. He's a good friend. We hit it off- kind of made a connection of some sorts."

"Both gorgeous," mumbles Heejun under his breath. The boy looks confused with his pout as if he hasn't quite heard what Heejun has just said, to which Heejun responds by extending his hand for a handshake. "My name is Heejun. Heejuan Han."

"Phillip," the boy responds. Of course, he'd be Prince Phillip. "Phillip Phillips. And before you say anything, that's my real name."

"I wasn't going to say anything," Heejun responds. "But I don't like your name."

"No?"

"It sounds stupid."

"What?" Phillip shouts with a laugh.

"It sounds stupid. I'm going to call you PP instead."

"PP," Phillip ponders, shaking his head with another laugh, when Johnny finally emerges from his room wearing another Abercrombie and Fitch muscle t-shirt- this time red. He grabs the boy's arm and `playfully' shoves him forward- a little too forceful for Heejun's liking, but who is he to say anything other than wave good-bye dolefully.

Heejun waits for a few minutes, hoping to calm himself down and will his erection to its original flaccid state to no avail. Frustrated, he takes off his track jacket, wraps it around his waist, and marches towards the elevator. As soon as the elevator land on the first floor, he rushes to the restrooms to finally relieve himself of the ache in his loins. Relaxed now, Heejun steps out of the restrooms and heads for the dining hall. His dark brown eyes scan the entire hall for the boy with dark blonde mousy curls and eyes of hazel blue, green, brown, gold, and every other damn color in the color wheel. He can't locate him until he hears that infectious laugh echoing through the crowd. It takes Heejun just seven seconds to arrive at the table centrally located. He finds Phillip with his long legs stretched before him and spread wide, tilting his chair towards Johnny who has just whispered into his ear the most hilarious joke known to mankind because Phillip can't stop laughing.

"Um...excuse me," Heejun starts, "Is this seat taken?" He asks, referring to the seat next to Phillip.

Phillip stops laughing, looks up, and smiles. Johnny shifts away from Phillip and looks at Heejun, his dull blue eyes Heejun is certain are assessing Heejun's worthiness of sitting besides them.

"Uh-" Phillip begins, but is rudely interrupted by Johnny's right hand on his thigh, holding him back.

"Table is full," Johnny says, to which Phillip turns his gaze away and shifts his body away from Heejun and Johnny, effectively knocking Johnny's hand off his left thigh.

"Doesn't look full to me," Heejun comments.

"It will be in a minute," Johnny counters. He looks up and just smiles. "Hey, Hallie!" Three gorgeous blondes saunter toward the table and take the remaining three seats at the table. "I told you so."

Heejun nods with a smile. He bows his head and promptly walks away, taking a seat at a nearby table. Almost immediately, his table become full with the less than perfect people. When Johnny laughs out loud, Baylie Brown, one of the blondes follows him with a set of manufactured giggles while Phillip sits quietly eating his dinner as Haley Johnson gazez dreamily at him.

"Fuck them pretty people," Nick Boddington mutters under his breath. "Who wants to bet the Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue of models will get into the Top 10?"

Aaron Marcellus shakes his head and laughs. "Don't be jealous because you're not pretty like them. Just work a little harder, man."

"Fuck. I want to fuck them both," Jermaine Jones suddenly blurts out and just as quickly shuts his mouth.

"Me, too," Creighton Fraker adds, "And hence why they'll get far."

"This is a singing competition, not a beauty contest," Heejun finally speaks up.

"Have you seen the show at all, buddy?" Nick poses the question to Heejun. "It hasn't been a singing competition for several years now. I don't know why I even bothered auditioning when there are other shows out there."

"Because it's still the best talent show out there," Aaron counters. He finishes his dinner and gets up.

Heejun follows Aaron's lead, wiping his mouth clean. He shoots up to his feet to make a quick exit when he causes another collision, again. This time his victim is Phillip. However, only Heejun falls to the ground. Phillip bends over to help Heejun off the floor, affording Creighton a view of his ass and the perfect opportunity to slap him on the ass. It's a hard hit, which jerks Phillip up. He turns around and runs into Jermaine, whose right hand conveniently makes contact with the boy's crotch. From Heejun's vantage point, it isn't just a brush of his hand, but a full on groping of the boy between his legs. Phillip whimpers aloud, which prompts Johnny to return to his side and Jermaine to release his grip.

"Phillip, are you okay? Are you coming?" Johnny asks.

"Yeah," Phillip whispers quietly and brushes Johnny aside to quickly exit the dining hall with Hallie, Baylie, and Haley trailing behind.

"Boy's definitely packing," Jermaine mumbles to Creighton as he returned to his seat.

Heejun watches until Phillip has disappeared before turning his attention to Jermaine, who is still sharing a laugh with Creighton.

"What you did wasn't right."

"I'm doing the boy a favor. If he's going to survive Hollywood, he best get used to being groped. Besides, it was legitimately an accident," Jermaine argues.

"Accident my ass," Creighton snickers. "Your fist magically on his cock."

"Ain't my fault his dick ran into my fist," Jermaine says with a laugh.

"You're disgusting," Heejun chastises them before finally exiting the dining hall.

Heejun hopes he'll find Phillip and apologize for his new found `friends' behavior, but the boy is nowhere to be found. He can be in any room on the floor and although Heejun desperately wants to find the boy, again, he isn't ready to add stalker to the list of descriptions thrown at him on a daily basis.

TBC

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