“Please, Chanyeol? I’ll never ask you for anything ever again, I promise! I’ll do your homework for a month and take you out for ddukbokki on Saturdays and bring you coffee on the way to school. I’ll even try to convince Sehun not to make fun of your hair anymore!” 

Chanyeol snorts. Like that would ever happen.

“Luhan,” he starts. He pauses and reminds himself not to include any harsh insults in his words; the last time he said something remotely too brash he made Luhan cry, and Sehun refused to talk to him for a week. “I…I don’t like plays. They’re not my type.” He swallows another bite of whatever the cafeteria had decided to play off as food that day; whatever it is, Chanyeol is sure it can’t be too healthy.

“Musical,” Luhan corrects sternly. “It’s not a play, it’s a musical.”

“Exactly, that makes it even worse. Luhan, I can’t sing. I don’t sing. And I most certainly do not participate in musicals.”