“@yoori-sgn, @sgnchanyeol, @sgnlogan, @sangjunsgn, @sgnserena,” he puts down fingers as he counts them off in no particular order. “though, i think yoori is spoken for, she’s fine as hell, --i want to do her makeup, and then ruin it, simultaneously i want her to step on me, is she listening? i hope so,” he sighs wistfully, hand in his palms as he thinks of just that, how blessed would his life be if she did? “though i want to keep my thoughts on chanyeol a secret, all mine, never share, but you know he just, looks like he’s into some really dirty shit, like some, candle wax, nipple clamp shit,--like those big doe eyes, totally a cop out, he can do homework on top of me all he wants, i wouldn’t complain, would you? though, i’m going to have to start throwing hands at some snitches, that golden boy is too popular, i don’t think he realizes it either, he’s surrounded, i’m irritated,” another sigh, he wondered how flustered he’d have to make him for his potential to shine through, like a medal of some sort, they just needed to be polished, he could accomplish that with a little spit, right? “and if you have to ask about logan, all i have to say is, dance practice? it’s perfect with a little foreign spice, --i should stop talking about dance though, it’s risky, the teacher there is kind of a killjoy, especially if you start stripping, unfair , 100% it’s hot, no a.c., only pain,” he takes a sip of water, quite thirsty and feeling the heat after having touched on it a bit. “sanjgun? mysterious, smart, hot. serena? i’d heard a rumor or two, i’d like to search her floodgates for just one night, her eye roll? fantastic, gives me butterflies, if butterflies were symbolism for a nut , oof, pretend i didn’t say that, i’m like buttered toast right now, high and hard to swallow.”