[Entertainment Industry/GD] Hello, Miss Durian!

[It is not necessary to be truly kindhearted. It is enough for us to look kindhearted.]

[We don't need to be truly kind. We just need to look kind enough.]

-- From Dong Daye

[The Not-So-Serious Blurb]

In G-Dragon's memories, Song Xiuna always had one very distinct image: that of a female hooligan.

This female hooligan usually wore a pair of oversized, printed boxer shorts. She tied her silky, seaweed-like hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, then swaggered around his territory with a popsicle in her mouth.

This female hooligan could fall asleep in her own bed, roll right off it, and then roll into his bed in the middle of the night!

This female hooligan would always grab him as he made a dash for the door each morning, drag him back, and make him sit at the dining table until he obediently finished breakfast.

This female hooligan would bathe when she wanted, brush her teeth when she wanted, and use the toilet when she wanted. She never cared that he was right there in the bathroom, bathing, brushing his teeth, or using the toilet!

So G-Dragon really wanted to say, "Have you no shame, woman? Have you no limits at all?"

Song Xiuna scratched her head and stared blankly at the television, where an advertisement was playing. She muttered to herself, "Huh? Why do I feel like I just heard someone say I'm shameless and have no limits...?"

G-Dragon: "..."

[The Seriously Not-So-Serious Blurb]

When eight-year-old G-Dragon met eleven-year-old Song Xiuna, a roaring, howling Hainanese hurricane seemed to sweep through his life from then on, leaving everything in disarray.

When eighteen-year-old G-Dragon met twenty-one-year-old Song Xiuna, he couldn't help thinking of the Song Xiuna from long, long ago: her delicate yet stubborn face, and her warm smile, as gentle as the soft sunshine of a June day.

Ten years ago, G-Dragon thought Song Xiuna was adorable. Ten years later, G-Dragon thought he ought to hate her.

G-Dragon buried his head in the soft goose-down pillow and thought miserably: So ten years really can change someone this much. Ten years ago, Song Xiuna wouldn't have run around in floral-print shorts. Ten years ago, Song Xiuna wouldn't have thought violence could solve every problem. And ten years ago, Song Xiuna certainly wouldn't have taken over his snack cupboard and polished off, in a single morning, the precious treats he'd been secretly hoarding for so long...