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YG is the pillar behind Blackpink's succes

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. "All three of em."

"Huh?" PCAs had questioned groggily, turned out it was midnight there. Oh well, there's no time for emergencies.

"Make BLACKPINK win in all three categories, not BTS" He had explained slowly.

"Why the fuck would I ever do that?" PCAs had spat venomously. This bastard, waking him up in the dead of the night to spew nonsense.

"If BTS wins, Armys would be hyped for three hours tops." YG had begun explaining carefully. "If BLACKPINK wins, Armys would be hyped for a whole week."

"Armys are more hyped about the awards BTS doesn't win!" YG had finished, sounding pretty convincing.

"Dat so?" PCAs had asked, his grogginess evaporating by the second, wheels spinning in his business brain.

"Which would be better for ratings & clout?" YG had asked. "You decide."

And PCAs had decided. Armys are raving mad currently. PCAs are literally being buried alive. Better clout for PCAs, YG cannot imagine!

Not a dime spent, yet goal achieved.

After wrapping up his deal with PCAs , he had called YouTube.

"Don't delete em bot views" He had begun. "On DDDD"

"Huh?" YouTube had asked groggily. Turned out it was midnight again. Oh well.

"There could be few hundred millions of em, including the ones I bought." He had explained slowly. Why is everybody slow today?

"If its bot views, they WILL be deleted." YouTube had spat angrily. This crook, how dare he try to corrupt his shrine.

"If you do that now, it'll be months before DDDD reach 1 billion." YG had begun. "The sooner DDDD hits 1 billion the better for you."

"As soon as BLACKPINK hits one billion, Armys  would hurry & get BTS MVs to billion too." He had begun explaining slowly.

"Armys are more pressed about the records BTS cannot break." He had explained. "From thereon, it'll be a race for that Billion for every new MV"

"Dat so?" YouTube had asked, sounding more awake by the second.

"Tell me that isn't beneficial to you from a business standpoint." YG had finished. "You decide."

And YouTube had decided. Armys are tearing their hair outta the sockets rn. YG almost feels sorry for em.

Not a cent spent, yet goal achieved.

YG still got it.

That evening, YG had scraped all his savings and paid the rent for his Gangnam apartment.





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