Video file : Lee Haechan's Interview

"Alright, are you ready?" The camera shook as Chenle cleared his throat. They sat on the ground across from each other, the lit up ferris wheel was visible behind Haechan in the shot. When Haechan gave him a curt nod, Chenle started asking his questions--which he was just winging as he went. "So, how does it feel to be the only loser too scared to go on the ferris wheel?"

The question earned Chenle a glare, "I wasn't too scared, I just get easily dizzy." The way Haechan's eyes flickered around was a clear indication that he was lying. But, Chenle decided to be the bigger person and ignore it.

​​​​"Sure, whatever you say." He muttered as he tried to focus the camera again, his hands must have been too shaky because this thing just wouldn't stay in focus! "So, Lee Haechan, you're a senior in high school currently, correct?" He asked these questions in his most professional interviewer voice--which was just a deep version of his normal voice, with certain enunciation on every other word. 

"Correct, I'll be off to uni by this time next year." The small smile on his youthful face made the background seem brighter somehow. 

"Is there anything you want to accomplish before university?" Chenle expected Haechan to have to think about the answer for a few seconds, but he didn't, his reply came almost instantly. 

"I want a girlfriend, living in a world where Mark has one but I don't--it just doesn't feel right." Haechan nodded his head as he spoke, as if what he was saying was something everyone could relate to. 

Chenle could only shake his head, "Uh-huh, well on that note; how are you liking the festival?" 

"How does that have anything to do with the last question?" Haechan asked. 

Chenle switched the camera into his other hand, "It doesn't, but this is my interview so it doesn't matter." Hechan rolled his eyes, but went on to answer a few more questions regarding the Fall Festival.

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Video File: Mark Lee's Interview

"Can you please look away from your phone for five seconds?" Is the first thing the camera picked up after Chenle pressed the 'record' button. He had just led Mark away from the table everyone else was finishing their snacks at. They sat just a few tables away; far enough so everyone else couldn't hear them, but close enough that they could still see them. 

Mark groaned as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, "You make it sound like I've been on my phone all night, Mira literally just texted me." Chenle didn't care for the details, he made that clear when he jumped into a new question. 

"So, Mark Lee, how does it feel living out the high school dream?" 

Mark suddenly sat up straighter, an embarrassed laugh leaving his lips. "What do you mean 'high school dream'?" 

Chenle shrugged, making the version of Mark through the camera lens shake. "I mean, you're on the football team, you have an amazing group of friends, and a beautiful girlfriend; let's be real man, you're living the dream." Haechan's dream, Chenle added in his mind with a chuckle. 

Mark shrugged, "I guess I am, aren't I?" The question seemed to make Mark a bit too embarrassed, because he suddenly started laughing. The kind of laughter he always did when he was put in an uncomfortable situation. "I mean, it's fun-" he cleared his throat, finally calming his face as he looked into the camera. --It's really fun. It seems silly to think about my life being some sort of cliche dream, since it's just how I live; and I couldn't imagine it being any different." 

​​​​​​Chenle nodded in understanding, "A valid answer." He commented, "Onto my next question then; what's been your favorite part of the festival?" 

Mark twisted his lips in thoughts, awkwardly looking straight at the camera then moving his eyes to rest on anything and everything else. He looked cute as he stretched his legs out and smiled, "The lights are definitely the best part." He laughed yet again, this time the video showed Chenle moving the camera. 

"That's enough of you, you're boring." He said right before the video cut off. 

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Video File: Huang Renjun's Interview

"Are you done?" Chenle asked, the annoyance clear in his tone.

Renjun matched him with an annoyed glare, finally setting his hands down at his sides. "Excuse me for wanting to look nice for your video." Renjun said, putting on his most casual expression. 

"You know, for someone who was so adamant about not wanting to do this interview; you sure do care a lot about how you look in it." Chenle muttered most of his sentence as he messed around with the zoom on the camera. 

"Just ask your questions." Renjun said through gritted teeth. 

"Okay, the first question is: Why are you making us sit in front of this pond?" Chenle asked, swatting a fly away. 

Renjun shrugged, to be honest he hadn't even thought about the fact that bugs would be flying all around the pond. When he saw it, he just thought it had just enough lighting, and was pretty enough to make his shot the best of the bunch. "A good director will do anything for a good shot."

"I don't like you." Chenle glared at the boy from behind the camera, "Fine, let's continue. Why are you such a hoe?" 

Renjun stood up, "I'm done!" He finally said, standing up to walk off. 

Chenle grabbed his arm, trying his best to keep the shot steady, "Wait, just one more question!" 

Renjun groaned, "Fine, what is it?" 

"How does being at this festival make you feel?" Chenle asked, surprised with himself that he actually managed to ask a genuine question.

Renjun seemed to bite back an answer at first, but eventually he spoke, "Happy." 

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Video File: Park Jisung's Interview

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"Are my interviewing skills boring you?" Chenle asked, watching Jisung yawn through the little skin attached to the camera.

Jisung smiled, it was already well into the night, and the others were walking through an attraction. To be honest Chenle wanted to go into the 'Falling Leaves of Doom' haunted house, but Jisung didn't like that kind of thing; so he offered to stay behind as well. They were waiting on the bench across from the haunted house, meaning every once in a while Chenle would jump from the ghost decor surrounding them. Okay, maybe he didn't want to go in there as much as he was saying, but he wouldn't tell anyone he was scared. "It's not that, I'm just tired." Jisung explained, waving his hand in front of himself, "Continue." 

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