"Don't be such a bore Minho, join the drama club. I heard it's going to be a lot of fun. Or do you want to join me in the Basketball club? You always stick with the debate club even though we both know you do nothing there, " Daerim smacked Minho in the back as they waited for their lecturer to come.
They were in a large lecture theater, and had deliberately planted themselves at the back as they usually did. Their fellow classmates were busy chattering amongst themselves, one of them occasionally snorting when she laughed.
It was a sound that both disgusted and amused Minho.
"No, I won't." He said flatly.
In the debate club, he could usually leave the work to his overachieving hoobaes, and he had no plans of leaving it for another club. Especially one as showy as the drama club.
