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julie wasn't particularly sure if she’d be able to attend the potluck event with her amount her spontaneous hours of the day and night. yes, she did still have a regular type of schedule so there was some room for planning to make at least some sort of attendance to the designated location. she hadn't recalled the last time she’d even attended an event similar to this, perhaps it's been a couple years, or whatever she’d had in her mind isn't exactly what she'd be met with here. she has overheard a few comments between her co workers as well as some patients as it’s honestly one of the repeated topics mentioned at the police office, ever since it was recently announced. she held her container of some key lime pies and made her way towards the potluck, feeling some excitement to have some free food and seeing who all attends.

julie’s eyes began to wander as she started to look around the event surroundings once she’d arrived. thankfully she didn't get lost… that would've ruined her mood. the woman walked on over to the table of various types of foods and found a spot for her pie, placing it down neatly before stepping back from the table. “i hope that’s enough.. “ she muttered to herself while side eyeing some of the foods already on there, curious about some of them as they didn't look familiar to her. julie walked around the potluck area a little bit, seeing if she’d maybe recognize anyone or the other way around, if she’d been recognized as she didn't exactly get to tell anyone she’d attend. “maybe i will…” she had told some co workers who had brought it up to her, but her answer was never a full yes.

Not thoroughly thinking over the practicality of carrying such a large container comprised of kimchi to the event, much less how she would convince a rideshare driver she wouldn't spill it in their vehicle, fortunately for her with enough begging and batting of her lashes, she secured herself a ride eventually so she had one less thing to worry about. Now she suffered the consequences of dragging the hefty container inside the location. hoisting it against her hip and hooking her arm around it like a hug she made her way inside, eyes immediately surveying the array of things gathered along the table, searching for an empty space to add hers. She hurried to cautiously place her own addition to the table with a 'phew' once she was relieved of the weight. Standing akimbo she finally took the time to look around at the attendee's, some faces familiar and some not so much. Jimin was starting to anticipate this event more than she thought she would've once she spotted her best friend's.

Initially Minjeong had emphatically decided against partaking in the event, mostly due to the fact she had far better ways to spend her time, but even further more, the ideation of such an overcrowded space filled with numerous unfamiliar faces weighed against her going. Despite her reservations, she still showed up. Dragging the little cooler she 'borrowed' from her workplace filled with ice and mini bottles of water. What truly convinced her to the eventual change of mind was the promise of her friends and her big brother's attendance. Scanning the immediate space failed to provide her with their whereabouts, and her lack of height surely didn't aid the situation, resigning to settle within the outer corner, she pulled out her phone to shoot a few texts stating her arrival.

Jongseong wasn’t one to part-take in community affairs, much less one particularly massive. Nonetheless, this being a place of home for him garnered much self conviction that won over the fact he could hardly cogitate what he’d bring. Ultimately, his decision was simple, the considerable triangles sealed in saran plastic wrap packaging. Nestled in his arms was a cardboard box, plenty stuffed within as he sought for a open space sparred along the many tables, claiming one to place the box into. Inhaling softly, he turned gradually to witness the current liveliness of the event, too many heads to count already, he wasn’t sure if he had the liquid fuel for this but luckily that wouldn’t be a concern estimating from the beverage stands present.

Going into this event, Youngkyun was slightly nervous, he wore a hoodie and kept his hood up the whole time, he just wanted the potluck to be fun and to help fundraise some money for the cause.

Sighing and hopping onto his bike and smiling, he rode out and decided the best course of action to protect his infamous "Sunshine Tarts" known by his family and friends, he wanted to put them in a container with glass and some paper towels over them. He was proud of himself for not burning his fingers this time, obviously trying to put on his best chef's hat for this occasion. It was for a good cause and he was happy that he could bring his camera to take some photos of the guests and himself even, if he felt like it. Arriving at the event, he parked his bike in an empty spot that freed him from a nice family of three, waved and smiled at them, and took a picture of them on his old camera at their request. "Here you go, I am happy to capture this memory for you!" The woman offered to pay Youngkyun, but he shoke his head, he didn't want money, not on a day like today.

Walking into the event, he smiled and saw how many people there were, he was fascinated by what everyone had brought and he set his Sunshine Tarts on the table and decided to sit by himself on the side, and scroll through his phone with his hoodie up, glancing up now and then to take pictures with his polaroid camera that he brought with them. He wanted the film to develop fast for people so they can take home the photos and memories they made today, and not have to wait! Also the best part, they were free!

Peeking around the room, he recognized some familiar faces, some that we wanted to see, others that he was surprised were there, and others that he felt indifferent about, he put those feelings aside to have a good time tonight and he can't wait for what the night will bring to him.

Minho wasn't the most sociable person, opting to focus mainly on his work, building his career and his list of achievements. But after catching the potluck in the paper as well as hearing about it from his friends by word of mouth, he thought he'd give this whole opportunity a chance and that it wouldn't hurt to see how things went. He had been wondering if he brought enough pans of tonkatsu when he noticed the male beside him, arranging what he assumed was coffee that made him tummy rumble. "It was a good idea to bring coffee. I wish I thought of that," Minho spoke gently, offering a a friendly smile.

“I don’t know if all of these will be enough..” Kyeom sighed, hope to have enough americano for everyone attending the event. It was such a short notice and he has to closed down the cafe to make 30 americano for the potluck. Getting inside, he bowed and smile to some people he hasn’t got a chance to talked to. Placing the americano on the table, he started to arrange the drink one by one

“Uhm..” Jisung’s hands dropped to his side once the other took the items from him before looking around at the large crowd of people for a small moment and then back at Mingyu. “Yes and no, I- I don’t do crowds.” He stammered lightly on his words letting out a nervous chuckle.

The taller of the two stared down at the other in confusion, wondering where the persistence and shamelessness from a few days ago had gone. “Are you the same Jisung I met a couple days ago? And thanks. I’m burning up here.” After wiping his hands, he took the glasses, perching them on top of his head before getting to work with the sunscreen.

It wasn’t until he heard the others voice calling over to him, immediately looking over in the direction, a bit of relief on his face at the familiarity, before heading in mingyu’s direction. His voice quiet when greeting the other “hi.. I brought the sunglasses and sunscreen.” He said holding it out for the other to see

Mingyu flinched as his phone vibrated in his pocket and motioned for one of his friends to take it out for him. After unlocking it with his face, his eyes scanned over the text before craning his neck to look for the journalist. "Hey! Over here!"

Normally opting out of events like this, Jisung showed up alone at the pot luck. A bowl of salad in hand (it was the first thing he could find on short notice) and in the other he had sunscreen and sunglasses as prompted to the other. Once he found the proper place to set the bowl of salad down he looked around eyes searching for the familiar face before pulling out his phone, hands shaking a bit.

[ to @min9yu_ from @j.one_ ]
— hey! I’m here with the stuff… where are you?

Mingyu arrived at the community potluck with a single Slim Jim in hand, completely unbothered by his minimal contribution. Mingyu couldn't remember the last time he had a chance to attend events like this. He almost didn't come, but the thought of free food was too delicious to pass up. His eyes drifted to his construction coworkers gathered around the grill and headed over to help, tossing them the Slim Jim before jumping in.