He stood about 6'1, with freaking hot broad shoulders, and very, and I mean VERY sculpted arm muscles that I couldn't help but notice as he removed his hot leather jacket as well.  

Whoa!  And his hair!  Gosh, everything was perfectly in its place!  

Not one strand had a split end, or was sticking up or anything, unlike mine.  It was really long, in an almost feminine kind of way, reaching up to his neck with the undersides shaved.  

But on him, it was breathtaking, I tell you!  

A part of that long, luscious dark brown hair covered his equally beautiful dark eyes.  His lips were so full and red, his pale smooth skin so flawless, a tight firm jaw line to rival even Yongjoon's and Joe's put together.  

Even this guy sadly made my poor Joe look like a failed plastic surgery case.

That's it.  

I can die happy now.  

I've done what I needed to do on this Earth.  

Grandpa, I'm coming!  Sorry I had to lose Binky before joining you!

"There is a God, after all."  I breathed out in awe and wonder. 

Alex was on the floor, laughing his ass off at my not so cool comment while Max snapped his fingers in front of my face in an attempt to get my attention.  

Sad to say, I was too absorbed in the perfect angel across from me to even notice either one of my best buds.

Whaaaat?!  Who knew a pretty face would cause instant religious conversion for this little lady?!

Yongjoon grinned at the guy and I found myself insanely jealous of his close relationship with him.  

"When did you get back?" he asked, leaning casually against one of the game machines.

Mr. Official Sex God #1 (sorry again my poor Joe; you've been bumped to number two) merely smiled back with those oh so kissable lips of his.  

"Just a few hours ago.  I rode my motorcycle over here as soon as I got your message." he smoothly replied.

As soon as he mentioned 'motorcycle', my slow brain started chugging, vainly trying to produce a thought to send to me.

Motorcycle + Sexy Manly Man = Root of Binky Missing Mess!

I snapped out of it and stalked angrily towards the two good looking bastards.  "Hey!  Pretty boy!  Give me back my Binky!"  I demanded, having to crane my head to look at him.

Why is it that I'm friends with such tall guys and I'm such a short midget, at the grand total height of 5'2?!

It's not that I'm milk deprived either, because my constant phoning towards the Dairy Farm, with the complaint of the quality of their milk, sure knows how much I down that stuff.  

And it's not about lack of appropriate genes either, because my mom is 5'6, my dad is 6'0, my twin sister's 5'8 and even my grandma is 5'5.  

When she's hunched over from eating too much!  

Bah, I'm convinced I was cursed to be abnormally average just because everyone else in my family is completely opposite.

Watching them look down at me in surprise, I made a mental sticky note to think about height issues later.

I growled up at the sexy beast, baring my teeth.  

"Where.  Is.  The. Key chain?"  I demanded, stabbing him in the chest.  

Hmmm, very firm and rock-solid chest.

My mouth started to fill with drool before I shook myself out of it.

Jumping junipers!  

That's not the point!  

Focus Joo-Eun!  

Quit mentally undressing the dude for the twenty-third time and counting and focus on the matter at hand!  

He has Binky at gunpoint!

The guy just looked down at me in confusion before his eyes slightly widened in acknowledgement and reached into his pocket.

My eyes widened, anticipating the return of my precious lucky key chain to me.  He pulled out his hand and to my disgust and annoyance, revealed a fresh new pack of cigarettes, some keys I assumed to be to his stupid tricycle, folded slips of paper with girly handwriting and phone numbers on them, a chap stick, some receipts for what seems to be naughty stores from out of town.

And of course, we can't forget the stupid condoms.

I could make out at least three, of all sorts of flavors and brands mind you, in the mess on his wide and manly palm.

I glared up at him while he shrugged coolly at me.  

"I must have dropped it while I was cleaning off the mess you made on my wheels and helmet." he replied, a smirk on his face.

I could have scratched that arrogant look off his lips with my bitten fingernails and jump him at the same time.  

Forcing myself to calm down, I looked politely at him and nodded towards his other pocket.  

"Could you check the other side?"

I grit my teeth as he pulled out the contents of his other pocket, revealing similar items.  

"Sorry, babe.  No such luck." he murmured.

I gaped at him.  "Are-are you sure?"  I insisted, my mouth opening and closing like a tranquilized goldfish.

The guy shrugged.  "Yep."

I couldn't believe I lose Binky forever!  

Grandpa is probably rolling around in his grave for losing such a precious family heirloom!  

Oh wait, he was cremated.

Wahhh!  Grandpa's going to haunt me for this.