YUNHO. he pretty much revolves around my multitude of fantasies every single waking moment of my life now. well, him and others. let's see...yunho what, forget it. (pardon the cheesy speech, i'm not in the right state of mind now. i'm having a PEE-BEOH. that's fever to the uninitiated) hence. it's gonna be just yunho. yunho spam, baby.

ah yes. i've got you under my skin, i believe? very much so.

i've no idea why i'm in love with this. the tug on the tie. the beauty mark above the lips. the veined hand (which i so lack) subtle sexiness, you tease. even so, i approve heartily. you got me turned on big time! okay okay, i shall stop the monologue here.

this pretty much speaks for itself. so bloody inviting. i'll take you up on your offer, thank you very much.

requested. cause dy needed a clearer pic to scrutinise his face. aiya trust my taste lah, brother. which is more than i can say for yours, apparently.

ahhh, this one. the bathtub. the initial source of our one-man parody nonsense. i love tortured men. so. damn. manly. i'll gladly assist you in getting your life back on track. or help you out of that tub. OR i could.
nevermind. i shall spare you the details of my lurid imagination.
i swear, you're after my heart mercilessly. and i've no idea why, cause i've seen much hotter men.
oh no wait. this must be why.
the manic hip thrusts from 4:47 onwards.