max step recording w/ @fmdxmax.
dowoon’s first question after flipping through the information packet they were given last week was why call a song about a car maxstep instead of maxdrive? his second question was will i get to dance on top of a car? anticipating that he wouldn’t get any real answers, dowoon hasn’t bothered asking either of them so far today, though he was tempted to ask the second one during the weird pre-recording filming bit they had them all just do.
he kinda wishes he had.
he’s thinking everything over with a straight face, sat slumped low down in his seat with his legs spread wide as he waits for his turn to go into the recording booth. he’s third, and the first guy just went in. after him there’s ... max. max for maxstep. he’s gonna guess that that was intentional on the part of whoever selected them for this dumb song.
he rolls his neck to look at max, examining the smile on the other’s face cynically. facial expressions are usually something dowoon’s pretty decent at reading, despite being basically socially helpless in most other ways that matter. dowoon wonders who max is lying to more -- himself or everyone else.
“hey,” he calls, head moving in a single nod. dowoon pushes himself up a little straighter in his seat. max’s cheeks look exhausted from holding up that stupid smile. “you look tired.”