after the cameras pack up and the stylists scatter in flocks, minah's still got glitter still clinging to her collarbone and she treats the whole thing like a minor inconvenience. jaeyi being a new member of the group? fine, super tidy. makes sense, actually. nothing to unpack there. nothing at all.
they drift behind the set; crates, cables, a catering van that smells like chips. minah walks a step ahead, swinging her lanyard, laughing too loud at nothing and everything. "your photos went hard," she announces to no one in particular. "the fans will eat that up." she spins, walks backwards, nearly clips a light stand. doesn't apologise. "you settling in alright then, newbie? still weird seeing your name on that," she says, breezy as a bus announcement. "but yeah. welcome. congrats. all that jazz. anyway," eyes everywhere but jaeyi. "schedule's mad tomorrow. fittings, dance run-throughs, probably someone crying and, or screaming. pretty standard."