I mean, yeah, love does last forever. – Nah.
What do you mean?
I mean, you know, like, it’s just like…nothing lasts forever.
Why are you like that? You’re so annoying.
Why won’t you give me a kiss? – Ok, give me.
No.
I wish we would last forever.
A queen, a concubine, a sculptor and a spy.
Welcome the queen of the youth. YG got bars, so much heat in the booth.
Playing with fire, blood dripping like booze. Yakuza killing when I’m in the mood.
I’m a queen, I’m a concubine. All I gotta say is I’m a rapping lie.
We have to go. We’re late.
Move! I said move!
It’s okay. You can get up.
You know the rules.
He is a stranger, YJ. – He is a friend!
He is the enemy!
We can’t see each other tonight.
Ok.
If there is no today, there is no tomorrow.
Nathan, I told you. – Yeah.
It is a closed event.
Yeah, I know, you told me. A closed event.
Your birthday, right?
There are certain things I can’t tell you. – Your birthday!
The pop star’s birthday!
Is this what it is?
It’s your birthday, and I don’t even know about it.
Stop the car! The boy is out!
He’s not coming with us, YJ. Get him out of the car!
Ok. Stop the car.
We’re late. Get him out!
You like hide-and-seek games?
I don’t.
Hey!
You know everything about me.
Who are you?
A queen,
a concubine,
a sculptor and a spy,
a Nobel Prize-winning,
Yakuza-killing
rapping lie.
Stay close to me, ok?
Time to celebrate.
Okay.
Okay?