[ Here, after your next little trip away in the woods, Junsu, do find one Yoo Myung barging in your room and immediately faceplanting in your bed, burying his face in a pillow to let out a soft, soft screech.

And then he speaks, muffled into the pillow: ]

I fucking kid you not, I have had three consecutive wet dreams last night. All three woke me up. My wrist hurts, and it's only partly because of the piano.