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the girl didn’t seem very solid in her choice of reaction, but benji was pleased nonetheless. “i’ll be a louis baton before you know it.” frankly, he couldn’t remember the girl’s name, which didn’t speak very well to him, since it was likely her name was brought up less than ten minutes ago while filming. he was pretty certain she wasn’t a soloist, at least.
“wah, sorry.” the apology was light, barely one at all, though he was sure his informal language was enough that she’d know anyway. of all the things in the world to apologize for, a little sharpie on the fingers wasn’t very high up. he’d done much worse without apology, in his time.
benji scrunched the shirt together, making something resembling a long rope, and slung it over his shoulder. “i’ve got a lot in this old bag,” he said, with a too-harsh pat to the sack. “it’s like that mary poppins bag. never-ending, and full of magic, and drugs to give to kids.” a laugh broke free, vibrating his lips until he let it out fully. he was hilarious.
but, his reaction changed, as he watched the air freshener swing in front of him… or, below him, given their difference in height. “is that your way of telling me i stink?” benji pouted, momentarily, for the dramatic effect of it. “or is your preferred scent of man lavender?”
“...baton.” sohyun echoes, trying to keep the incredulity in her voice to a minimum. he was a senior artist, after all, even if they’d trained together. “do you perhaps mean... louis vuitton? like, lv?” she holds her bag up, showing him the brand. baton... vuitton. unbelievable. how was this man an idol?
drugs.
DRUGS.
even if it’s a joke, (she thinks it is, anyway. sohyun can’t really tell with him.) benji sure seems stoned. either that, or he was taking the persona of 4-d idol much too far. sohyun looks around hastily to make sure that there’s no one within hearing range. “i don’t know if you can joke about that... man.” she tacks on, in an effort to speak benji-ese and sound less formal. “especially nnot in such a public place. what if someone hears and tips off dispatch? you’ll have reporters on your tail for months.” ah, to be successful enough they’d actually want to follow you.
“there’s absolutely nothing i find sexier in a man than the sweet, sweet scene of lavender. ask any woman and i’m sure they’ll tell you the same thing.” she glances at benji, looking at him properly. “anyway, you’re handsome enough i’m sure women would throw themselves at you even if you reeked of sewage.”
