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Jisung closed the door behind him, quietly slipping into the AV Club meeting that he was a few minutes late to. He glanced up to see the president of the club, then they broke eye contact again once he registered his surroundings. The room was full, leaving Jisung to stand in the back.
"In order to be given an assignment for our publication," the president said. "I'd like all of you to make a portfolio of work that you've done. That could be high school, your previous years of college, or your own personal projects. We will be handing out assignments at the beginning of next week, so please have your portfolios turned in to my email by Friday."
Jisung's eyes widened. He desperately wanted an assignment. He had done some sports journalism work in high school, so he was not unfamiliar with how video assignments worked. He moved in two weeks ago today, starting his college journey where he planned to continue videography as a career.
The room filled with gasps. The president rolled her eyes, continuing to announce that the club will meet again next Monday to assign videographers to projects.
"That's crazy, right?" The person next to Jisung said. "We have to give them a portfolio in less than a week? How are you supposed to get enough footage to build something in that time?"
Jisung shrugged. "It's not as hard for people who did this in high school and people who aren't first-years. I think I read that the club will help train people who don't have experience though." He whispered back, as if someone had asked him the dumbest question that could ever be asked.
As soon as Jisung got back to his dorm, he began to put together his portfolio. He looked through his flashdrive, picking out his favorite clips he recorded in high school and editing them down until only the best parts remained. He quickly composed a folder, labeled it, and sent it off in an email to the AV Club president. He laid back in his chair, already eager to see what she'll think of it.
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"Oy, Minho, let's have dinner at my place tonight. We just got a bunch of beef that's ready to be barbequed!" Bang Chan shouts, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder before walking to the other side of the locker room where Minho is putting away his equipment.
Minho nods. Who could turn down some barbequed beef after a long practice?
After the football team finished packing away their things, Bang Chan's car filled up with Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin, along with all of their practice gear.
The drive was only a few minutes, but none of the boys wanted to carry their bags home. Bang Chan lived in an apartment with Changbin and Hyunjin, while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Minho lived in a dorm on campus. The former three were in their second and third year of university, with the latter three were freshmen, so they chose to live somewhere with a bit more independence.
"Hey, Changbin," Seungmin said after Changbin came through the door twenty minutes after the other boys got home, "What took you so long?"
"I was talking to," he gulped. "someone. A cheerleader, actually."
"Ooohh," Seungmin cooed, mockingly. "What's she like?" he asked.
"He's really nice." Changbin announced coolly, although he expected a reaction from his teammates.
Hyunjin poked his head into the entryway. "I've seen the newest boy on the cheer team. He's pretty, almost like a cute girl but without the whining."
"Hey!" Bang Chan barked from the kitchen where he was preparing meat and vegetables. "Remember what I said about misogyny in this house!" To that, Hyunjin looked up to the ceiling, closed his eyes, and whispered 'sorry, women' before heading toward the living room.
The boys sat down with their cooking utensils on the table in front of them. There was enough beef on the table to feed eight people, and various types of vegetables to be grilled. They talked about practice, joked around, and bickered about NFL trades until there was no more light showing through the kitchen window.
"Minho, you'd have a pretty good shot with one of the cheerleaders," suggested Jeongin.
Minho shook his head. "Even if I did, cheerleaders aren't really my type. I'd want someone who's life doesn't revolve around a sport. It would give me a distraction from football."
"Lee Minho? Our star player? Wanting a distraction from football?" Bang Chan gasped, pressing his hand to his heart as if he was actually offended by the statement.
The rest of the boys laughed and decided to end their night. They said their goodbyes and grabbed their gear before heading out the door, feeling content with their meal and their growing friendship.