#notes.txt - dw he won't actually spoil endgame on the dash lmao

[idaein-blog1]

marvel

promoting a brand name that doesn’t really need it with @jaeinid

this is the first time daein’s working together with his sister and in a real capacity. sure, there had been other times. like teaching her how to ride a bike distractedly in order to impress the pretty next door neighbor, or throwing gummy bears at her while pretending to be an entire heckling crowd while she practiced for her trainee evaluation showcases. but this is the first time they’re working together and making money in the process. 

it’s a bit surreal, though daein isn’t sure why. it makes sense on paper. it makes sense in front of him, physically. but there’s a strange tint to it all, like it shouldn’t be happening. maybe it’s a half wish that jaein hadn’t followed in his footsteps on this one. but it’s too late for that now, jaein’s already debuted in a shiny new group. and now they’re both wearing marvel t-shirts. it could be worse. daein sort of likes the free merch on this one. 

he is an avid consumer of superheroes. maybe not to the extent of horror-based proclivities, but it has a certain enchantment to it that easily draws in purposeless teenaged boys, something daein had been when the first couple of movies started rolling in. they’re both well practiced in modeling, and it makes the whole shoot easy. they act cuter than they would in real life, physically anyway. daein’s pretty sure if he pulled her to and fro or patted her on the head jaein would sock him in the stomach, but the photographer likes it, and jaein pretends she does as well. welcome to the idol life. 

“did you see the movie yet? do i get the honor of spoiling it?” daein asks as they wobble their way off the blindingly white set in between takes. the first chance he’s had to open his mouth and produce words since they’d started. “do you think they have a snack booth? i’m really in the mood for a miniature sandwich” he admits, casts his eyes around in search of food. in his own defense, he’d woken up too late to feed himself and shower this morning without making his manager pull out his own hair in exasperation over being late. 

“oh wait, do you even like the movies?” daein asks as he hops back onto his previous track - pitstop, question about snacks - and he should probably know this, but jaein’s been busy lately. they both sort of have. and usually when daein starts talking about movies to her she tells him to shut up, lest he give her the rundown on a great french cannibalism flick he’d watched lately. “are you a poser?” he laughs it out, plucks at the sleeve of her tee.