YG sips his evening coffee seated in his office room at his plush Gangnam apartment and recalls the events from two days ago. 'What a pickle!' he had thought as he carefully regarded all the ATM cards scattered across his office table and their collective balance. He was terribly low on funds. Courtesy of Burning Sun, Seungri; his chat room, BI & his weed. YG considers the stuff he had to get done, despite the low funds. 1. He had to get those PCAs to BLACKPINK. Cus clout. And to screw BTS. 2. He needed to get that 1 billion for BLACKPINK. Cus clout again. And to screw BTS. Again. 3. He had to pay the rent of his plush Gangnam apartment. Buying the way through to achievements is expensive and considering his limited funds, it had seemed daunting. But people called him YG for nothing. He had a brain. Though rarely used, he still had one. Right? First things first. He had decided to call PCAs. "Give em awards to BLACKPINK." He had started. ...