Junsu, Where Have You Been All My Life?

I knew this day would come. I knew one morning I would wake up and just feel an automatic, irresitible attraction toward you. You should feel proud of yourself, bb. I've completely ignored Master GD all day, and from previous experience, that's very hard for any idol to accomplish. Like, ever.

Do you ever wear the boxers I [and my readers] gave you? I hope you do, and I hope you think of me when you do. I'm pretty sure you've at least once run out of clean underwear, and on laundry day you're left with zero pairs of underwear. Not really feeling like going commando (because you're famous, and one wardrobe malfunction and money shot could get you exiled from Korea), you remember our present to you. You put on those white boxers with "TKPA" in nice, big letters, covering your muscular thigh. "Vocal Sextasy" written across your glorious ass. And I hope that after you've put those on, you decide to check in and see if anything new has been written about you.

So you sit on your bed, laptop in front of you, wearing nothing but those boxers ... and look down at your thigh so you can get the URL correct. And that is when you see this post. This post written and dedicated entirely to you and how fine as fuck you are. It's okay to be cocky, Junsu. None of us are blaming you or thinking negatively about you. Like my favorite movie The Producers says, "When you got it, flaunt it." Junsu, bb ... flaunt that shit all over the world.

I want to go back to you being practically naked on the bed. I really like that thought. Tremendous amounts. I only wish that I was there in person, with you in South Korea, to take in that beautiful sight of muscle after muscle, hear your ridiculous yet oddly knee-weakening slang, smell your freshly washed skin from that hot, steamy shower, run my fingers through that slightly damp hair, and of course taste those luscious lips.

Sight. Sound. Smell. Touch. Taste. Ignite those senses, bb. Make them go haywire. Over and over. I promise I will return the favor. As many times as you want, wherever you want. In bed, in the shower, in the hallway, in the kitchen, in the elevator, in the stairwell, in the car, in the back of the 2PM while the rest of the members are sleeping or listening to their iPods, in the dance studio in front of that mirror-lined wall, in the recording studio so we can have some audio souvenirs for later. Anywhere you want it, bb.

And I promise, I will not blog about it. No, what happens between Junsu and TKPA, stays between Junsu and TKPA.

Also, on a sidenote ... now that you are injured and will need to recooperate for a few weeks, it looks like I will be catering to your every need. I will gladly do this, whether it is by making you all sorts of fantastic dinners, or baking sweet treats for you, or even cuddling up at night and being your own personal teddy bear that hugs back. Even if you want nothing but sex for the next five months. Whatever bb wants, bb gets.

TKPA