Chapter 82 Chapter 82
"Has the image of 'national idol' collapsed? Bigbang leader Kwon Ji-yong underwent hair testing, and prosecutors confirmed he was positive."
"According to the prosecutor's office, Kwon Ji-yong, a member of YG Entertainment's boy group Bigbang, is under investigation for suspected marijuana use, and a hair test result has been confirmed positive." "The prosecutor's office, considering that this is his first offense,
The test results were low, so the decision was made not to prosecute and only to issue a warning. "YG Entertainment released an official statement today, expressing its deepest apologies to fans and the public.
The group also stated that it will strictly manage and guide its artists to prevent similar incidents from happening again. "At this time, the remaining members of Big Bang have not been implicated. Whether their future activities will be affected remains to be confirmed."
The news was posted online. She recognized the words individually, but when put together, they were unfamiliar. Lia had no recollection of how she separated from Kim Woo-chan, or how she ended up on the side of the road.
She stopped the taxi. When she came to her senses, the driver had already merged into the main road and headed towards Cheongdam-dong. At Starbucks, she subconsciously dialed Baoheng's number. It had almost become a habit.
Every time something happened, she would always think of her, and she was always by their side. Bao Heng quickly gave her an address.
Within half a day of the news breaking, reporters had already swarmed his usual haunts: his office, his dorm, even downstairs from his parents' house. Kwon Ji-yong ultimately took refuge in a penthouse apartment he had purchased in Cheongdam-dong.
The apartment, which he had hardly ever lived in since he bought it, had become his temporary refuge. No one knew where he was except a few people.
We can only wait until the heat has died down a bit before we can discuss it. Bao Heng clearly knew what she was asking, and in a few words, he explained the situation clearly, his tone deep. This was clearly not some minor news that could be brushed aside.
The public has almost zero tolerance for drug use. No one cares about the reasons behind it or whether it was accidental or not. The words "test positive" are enough to sentence his acting career to death. Bao Heng didn't say it explicitly, but Lia knew it.
She opened her mouth, only to feel her throat dry and astringent. After a long while, she uttered a "hmm".
"I just came out from his place and am going back to the company now. Kush is still there, so if you want to go, just go directly there." Baoheng sighed and could only explain this in the end.
If it weren't for Lia, she would never have let anyone come to her door so easily. Her intuition was always accurate. Lia's presence might bring him some comfort.
She couldn't explain where this thought came from. Her mind had already made the decision for her. Lia stood at the gate of the residential complex.
This is one of the most upscale residential areas in Cheongdam-dong. Behind the towering walls, a vast expanse of neatly trimmed greenery peeks through. A silver-gray nameplate inlaid on the marble pillars at the entrance reflects the streetlights coldly. Inside the gates, a winding private driveway is lined with tall sycamore trees, their shadows swaying in the dim light, creating a quiet and distant atmosphere.
A soft white light shone in the security room nearby, and a black-uniformed security guard stood guard inside, their expressions stern. She stared at the tightly closed electric gate, and a sudden, unreal, dizzy feeling washed over her, as if she were in another, closed-off world, cut off from the city.
The taxi vanished in a flash. Lia walked over and knocked on the security room door through the glass. A small window next to it slowly lowered. "Hello, I'm going to Building 8, Room 1808."
She raised her cell phone to the uniformed security guard, on which was the address Baoheng had sent her.
The security guard looked up at her for a moment, nodded slightly, said "wait a moment," and turned to make a phone call to confirm. A few minutes later, he pushed open the door and motioned for her to follow him into the complex. The elevator soared upward, but she still felt unreal.
The 18th floor was the top floor, and the elevator led directly to the entrance. Security escorted her inside, and after swiping her card, she respectfully exited. Clearly, those who lived here paid high property fees to ensure both privacy and the best service.
12, 13, 14... The numbers on the screen climbed up rapidly, and she suddenly seemed to come back to her senses. She ran here like this, not knowing what she could do, and not knowing whether the other party needed her.
Maybe he just wanted to be alone. After all, she couldn't help him much. If he showed up now, he might have to distract himself to comfort her. In fact, they hadn't been in touch for a long time.
After meeting in the studio, she practically lived at the TV station. They rarely spoke even in the group chat. Thinking about it, they were almost strangers. She hadn't figured out what she was going to say.
Should I reassure him that everything will be fine? Or curse the media that spread the news in front of him? Everyone knows that's just empty comfort, useless nonsense.
In just a few seconds, her mind seemed to race through all sorts of thoughts, yet it seemed as if nothing was on her mind. The next second, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. The advantage of a home elevator is its convenience.
The downside is that before you can even think of what to say, you'll be caught off guard and face the owner of the house. ... Kwon Ji-yong had just sent Kush away when he received the call from the security office.
In just half a day, the incident broke out and he hurriedly moved from the dormitory into this home he had never lived in. He didn't dare look his mother in the face and could only hastily make a phone call to let her know he was safe.
People in the company come and go, as if they are dealing with problems, but it also seems that nothing is really solved.
He numbly received and saw off group after group of people in this empty house, like a polite but empty host, maintaining a calm appearance and kindly taking care of the visitors' experience.
He didn't even have time to sit down and process this. When the visitor phone hanging by the door rang again, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable irritation rising in his heart - it was endless, even in his own space, there was not a moment that truly belonged to him.
He picked up the phone mechanically, his mind racing with thoughts of who else might have been there. Lee Soo Hyuk? The members? Or… "Hello, Miss Kim Liya is here. Could you bring her up?"
The security guard's voice was formal over the phone, but those three words seemed to have a magical power, and his heart suddenly began to beat hard. "Okay, please let her in." He heard his own rapid and hoarse voice.
Then I stood stupidly at the elevator door waiting for her. 1, 2, 3...
The numbers on the screen seemed to be beating against his heart, beat by beat. He was like a robot that had suddenly lost its function, and could only stand there stiffly, not knowing what else to do. It had been a long time since I had seen her.
After receiving that birthday gift again, he tried not to go to the company and rarely spoke in the group chat. He was avoiding her. This was his usual way of dealing with things—when he didn't like her, or when he liked her too much.
He didn't know how to handle the situation. The manuscript, carrying with it the memories of the past, suddenly rushed back to him. Those times suddenly felt heavy and bitter, and the thought of them made him panic. It was too late.
She already had a boyfriend. He was afraid that if he confirmed it, he would be thrown into complete hell. But now, she was here. A secret ecstasy and extravagant hope suddenly rose in his heart.
Look, she still cares about me. Maybe, she still likes me. Others are just passing by. Only I am the most important.
He tried hard to restrain himself, but this secret joy still swept through his body like a storm, making him unable to think, and only this one thought remained.
He was like a desperate drowning man, with the world's storm outside the house. Only in the elevator was his only lifeline. 16, 17, 18...
The numbers pulsed in unison with his rapid breathing, something pounding against his heart. "Ding—" Like a slow-motion replay in a movie, the elevator doors slowly opened. Her face gradually emerged from behind the doors.
She took a few steps outside, looking a little embarrassed. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Before her body could react, he took a step forward and hugged the person in front of him tightly.
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