it’s a question of what you do when the position’s presented, and in taejin’s case — he’d never expect the roll of events that weave together camaraderie and an unbreakable bond, leading to the random brush-ins in his member’s apartments and the random cook here and there. it’s the thought of self-growth, he supposes. at least, enough to make the edges of his lips pull upward in a wide grin.
“lead by example? i don’t think i’ve ever set an example.” he laughs, and humility this time comes unplanned when he shies away from his camera, masking the grin with the wave of his hand. “or at least i don’t intend for that. the most i’ve done as a leader is randomly walk into my member’s apartments, and cook them the good whole lunch here and there.” his fingers come to scratch the side of his face — an odd rarity of unease that comes when he’s forced to spotlight his duties off-camera as an ‘idol’. the past few years have only stepped away from that moniker, into the mold of an actor — that’s where the neutrality of his comfort lies.
and on cue, the question mounts him back to a sense of poise, quirking his head towards the side, lips pursed together in a second thought. “depending on the role, i do a lot of method acting and follow a strict work out depending on the role. for itaewon class i did a lot of running since that was part of park saeroyi’s daily regimine, re-read the webtoon, and so forth. for producers, it was actually more difficult as i only know what it’s like in front of the cameras, and i had to pretend like i was essentially a stranger to the industry.” he pulls one leg over the other, hands crossed on top, holding his knee in place. “i had to meet up with a lot of the PDs to get a sense weeks before shooting started.”
he won’t force his point -- regardless of whatever taejin thinks of himself, seungwoo has his own impression of him too, formed over years of friendship. it was reverent, almost, at first, the way that seungwoo looked at taejin. that focus and barely conscious insistence that taejin was the opposite to seungwoo himself (that is to say, that taejin was the good, to his unfortunate bad) was something that had long faded from the forefront of seungwoo’s mind as they became real friends, but he supposes that maybe this initial way of thinking is what has him, to this day, so certain of the goodness in taejin. it was the influence he’d had on seungwoo that he was talking about really, even if he didn’t realise it.
“sometimes that’s all people need though, right? someone who’ll show up and show how they care, even when they didn’t ask for or expect it,” is all that he says, slowly nodding along with himself. he’s probably going to look like a bobble head in the final cut of this thing. “especially if they show it with some good food.”
hearing taejin talk about acting was interesting, and seungwoo sat forward, leaning against the arm of his chair as he listened. mars’ activities had been ... slow recently. no, not slow, more like unsatisfying. they’re still doing a lot, it’s just not filling seungwoo up the way it has in the past. maybe it’s because of the songs, or maybe he’s still coming down from the high of releasing something as good as chained up.
or maybe, he should try talking to his manager about branching out.
“i never thought of that angle -- i just assumed it would be easier for you because of your experience, instead of the other way around. but ...” and he gestures to the other side of the camera with a smile. “i guess we don’t really understand everything the pds and the rest of the staff do for us.” it’s a little cringe, sure, but it’s true. he really does appreciate the work they do. “did you learn anything interesting from your chats with the pds?”
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