On really depressing pool parties

Junsu, darling, darling, darling. Your voice is amazing, but you need to a) fire your stylist, and b) fire the people in charge of your new video. Fire your shitty rapper while you're at it.

Why do you look so amazingly out of place at this American beach party worthy of being part of some Abercrombie & Fitch/Hollister ad campaign, when that's so never been your selling point before (and we know that your English is adorably terrible)? Why are you with some hipster chick hanging around taking pictures of you with an old school Hasselblad camera?

We both know you're just carrying that around for show, honey.

Why is your hair styled like someone makes you want to look like G-Dragon? Why would anyone give you that kind of haircut, as it makes your head look like an enormous and round hill with fluffy fluff on top? Why would you ever sing about 'putting your swag on'? You know the only person who's allowed to say swag and not sound like a total tool is G-Dragon. Oh my god, Junsu, what happened to the Tarantallegra version of you?

Where did this disappear off to?

What happened with the awesome clothes and the androgynous looks and all that? I can see a bit of that in the flower throne thing, but that was a cool story you had going on there, about a wizard who could morph and be male and female at will. It was new, forward-thinking and visually amazing. You looked hot. This shit? Oh, Junsu, you don't know how much I've tried. I've tried not liking the song, but it's so damn catchy. You're just so out of my comfort zone with this video. I mean, that part where you're gyrating on bed makes me ready to forgive just about anything, but... *sigh*

Flower Junsu beats Hollister Junsu any day of the week.

I'm not mad, Junsu, I'm disappointed.