Chapter 142 Chapter 142
In September, Kwon Ji-yong released his second full-length album, "COUP D'ETAT," an album that pushed artistry and commerciality to the extreme.
Needless to say, the album's sound source and sales performance swept all major charts on its first day of release, quickly reaching the top of the Gaon Album Chart and setting a record of over 300,000 pre-sales. The artistic aspect is even more aptly named, using creation as a sharp weapon.
He launched a "coup" against the established order of pop music. Whether it was the range of styles or the breadth of his collaborations, he fully demonstrated his unique subversion and innovation. Results are paramount. The Republic of Korea immediately launched another round of G-
Dragon's enthusiasm. It is probably difficult for people to imagine how difficult it is to create with such high intensity and maintain the same level of quality.
A KIND, or ALIVE, released as a group, are all peaks that are difficult to surpass in different senses.
It was almost inhumane. Inspiration always ebbs and flows, and physical and mental strength can be exhausted by the reversal of day and night and the high-pressure environment. But this common sense didn't seem to apply to Quan Zhilong. Or rather, he couldn't allow himself to fall into it.
Every comeback is a testament to his work, waiting to be scrutinized; every album must be better than the last—he's Kwon Ji-yong. No one has explicitly stated this, but everyone shares this expectation.
Unsurprisingly, public opinion centered around his comeback, sweeping across Korea: "G-Dragon's second full-length album 'COUP D'ETAT' swept the music charts, topping the charts on its first day of release" and "'COUP
D'ETAT: Idol or Artist? G-Dragon Gives His Own Answer" "International Level Experimental Spirit, G-Dragon Joins Hands with Diplo and Missy
Elliott co-created "The Music Center of Korea: G-Dragon's Second Album Released" ... and the forum also saw a rare occasion where positive comments far outweighed negative ones:
"The quality of his music is too high... He's not even at the K-pop level anymore, he's a world-class artist" "His face and creative talent are both geniuses" "That's why even with all the dating rumors, I still can't stop being a fan" "Although I'm not a fan,
But I always listen to their new songs hhh” “The man who holds up YG by himself” “I’m curious, will there be a song dedicated to Lia Kim in this album?” “That’s why Bigbang is so successful”
"Do you have any regrets about being GD?" "Why do people like this appear in our country? Kkkk, it's the glory of Korea." "The announcement said he'll be on 'Yoo In Na's Volume Up',
I hope Liu Rennaxi can also pay attention to his scandals kkkk" "Everyone, please send more text messages!" "Love is inspiration, kkk" "After writing a work of this level, he only cares about scandals, kkk"
... and various public votes emerge in an endless stream - the most desired songwriting and composing ability: one Kpop artist most wanted to be: one Best idol producer: one
The most influential social media influencer: the son he most wanted to bring home: the most stylish fashion icon: a... He was a self-made myth. A blood-soaked myth beneath the surface of miracles.
Lia was reading in the living room when the alarm clock in the master bedroom went off. It was nine in the morning. She put down her book, walked slowly back to her room in her slippers, and opened the curtains a little with one hand.
Bright light instantly poured in, gently yet thoroughly filling the dark room. A head of fluffy silver hair peeked out from beneath the soft quilt, oblivious to the shattering blast of the alarm clock.
Lia deftly turned off the alarm and reached out to rub the head. The soft touch beneath her palm made her squint, but she couldn't help but rub it a few more times. "Time to get up."
"......Yeah." The person under the quilt responded muffledly, but remained motionless.
The superstar who returned after a year is enjoying great success, but the reality of long-term lack of sleep makes every morning like a difficult battle.
Lia sighed, and for a moment she couldn't bear to continue calling him, so she simply sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the book she had just brought in.
After a while, there was a rustling sound from under the quilt. The next second, the book in my hand was taken away, and someone suddenly grabbed my waist.
With a gentle pull, the hand pulled her completely into the soft blanket, and even cushioned her right side, providing a cushion under her arm, which had almost recovered. Then, he naturally adjusted his posture and clung to her like a koala.
"Oppa is awake?" Lia couldn't help but raise her hand to ruffle the silver hair swaying in front of her eyes.
My hair, which was platinum just two weeks ago, has been bleached and dyed repeatedly in a short period of time. As a result, my originally smooth hair has become slightly dryer, and it looks a bit naturally frizzy.
"...I'm so tired," a muffled voice came to her ears after a while. The hand on her waist gradually tightened, as if trying to squeeze her whole body into his embrace. "Can't we go together?" "Is it an outdoor trip?"
"...Well, I want to stay with you a little longer." He sighed softly and raised the last syllable of his voice, with a hint of coquettishness that the speaker himself did not realize.
Without waiting for her response, his lips brushed against her neck, stirring a shudder, then he moved away as if nothing had happened. Lia's mind raced. "Then... I'll pick you up after this?" "Okay?" "Yes."
The man who had just been lying in bed in a sluggish manner immediately sat up with a smile, kissed her hard on the face, and then got up to wash up. Lia lay there, her head dizzy. Why did she say that just now?
The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Quan Zhilong came out wiping his wet hair: "...Brother Hao seems to be stuck in traffic." Lia raised her eyes: "Too late--" Is it?
The question stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. Her wet hair stuck to her forehead, and a drop of water slid down the tip of her hair, landing on her slender, beautiful collarbone. Plop—
My gaze followed the water droplets down, past the faintly outlined muscles of her waist and abdomen, and finally disappeared into the bath towel wrapped around her waist. With the firmness unique to a young body, her fair skin shone delicately in the sunlight.
The image zoomed in before her eyes... Lia could almost hear herself swallowing. The next second, the thin muscle in her vision suddenly changed to a beautiful face.
Quan Zhilong leaned over to look her in the eye, his expression looking somewhat distressed: "Well, it will take at least half an hour to get here." "Ahem." She looked away uncomfortably, "How about telling him not to come over? I'll take you there."
"...Will it delay you?" The faint aroma of the shower gel, wrapped in moist heat, penetrated into the nostrils.
She seemed to see that slender hand pressing the bottle in the misty white vapor. In the mist, the transparent liquid turned into a delicate foam, slowly sliding down his slightly cool collarbone and waistline.
"...It's okay," she heard her own light voice, "Xia Qing and I made an appointment at noon, so we'll be there in time. Hurry up and get dressed, don't catch a cold." The culprit curled his lips and quickly kissed her on the lips: "Yeah."
The early autumn air was cool, but her face was slightly hot, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. ...No, why did she say that just now? "..." Lia, who inexplicably became a perfect driver
Ms. Kim fell into deep thought. * Her daytime schedule included filming for a music festival variety show and a radio recording in the evening.
Driver Jin, who originally planned to take the big star to the dressing room, somehow agreed to accompany him until the makeup was finished. In the end, he decided to take him directly to Dongmyo Temple.
The black Mercedes-Benz G-Class sped along, winding its way into a narrow road according to the location sent by the program team.
After buying this car, she hardly drove it, and it was parked in the company's underground garage most of the time. Because of its low-key color, Quan Zhilong would occasionally drive it out once or twice.
Her American driving skills clearly didn't acclimate to Seoul's narrow roads. She eased off the accelerator again and again, and the speed dipped below 30 mph. Finally, a silver commercial vehicle with a small "MBC" logo appeared in sight. —We've arrived.
Narrow alleys are a typical pattern of Seoul's old city. Most of the roads that extend in all directions are less than three meters wide. When two cars meet, they can only carefully pass each other in the slightly wider area.
The people passing by were all elderly people living nearby. Even when they saw the staff carrying cameras, they just lowered their heads and walked by indifferently.
She didn't know where the production team got the information from. If she hadn't come here this time, she wouldn't have known there was such a place behind the East Temple. She slowly pulled over and parked not far from the business car, looking around curiously.
A staff member had already peeked in and spotted the conspicuous silver hair on the passenger seat through the windshield, heading their way. Quan Zhilong had been in a good mood, closing his eyes and dozing off the whole way, but now that he had opened his eyes again, he looked much more alert.
"Please apologize to Xia Qing for me and find time to treat her to a meal next time." He unbuckled his seat belt with an apologetic look on his face.
"...It's okay. She said you've been very busy lately, so this little wait is nothing." Lia felt a little guilty and touched her nose after saying this. Because she had decided to send him here at the last minute, she had to meet Xia Qing later than originally planned.
As for her friends' subsequent accusations of being disappointed with her and claiming she was deliberately using her beauty to lure him in, well, she decided to skip it. Quan Zhilong didn't notice anything wrong.
The car door was already opened, and he stepped out, but suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something. Lia was stunned for a moment, looking up at him in confusion.
He didn't say anything, but his eyes held a hint of dissatisfaction. Then he tilted his head slightly and slowly moved his face closer—a blatant hint. He wanted a kiss before leaving. Lia's face instantly flushed.
The car windows had anti-peep film, but the windshield didn't. Seeing the staff member approaching, she instinctively pressed her hand against his left cheek, then sat up straight as if nothing had happened.
Quan Zhilong was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly. He pushed the door open and got out, no longer bothering her. "Be safe. Text me when you get there." With that, he raised his hand to close the car door and quickly walked towards the filming location.
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