Presenting the brat, the main head of all the shenanigans happening  recently inside  the once peaceful and solemn YG building. The troublemaker, the clown and evil maknae etc. etc.    The president could only sigh as he stared at the folders spread out on his desk. He propped his arms on the desk and rested his chin atop it, staring at the beaming kid infront of him as a heavier sigh came out of his lips.    “Are you sure this is gonna work?” he asked her, his voice drained and so is his physique. The brat nodded enthusiastically, a grin pasted on her face. The president could only wipe his face with his hands as he rested back on his chair, staring at nowhere in particular as he mentally weighed his options.   If I go on with this, fans might go berserk. Whoever she might be paired up with, of course the fans will feel protective and go gaga bashing. Dara will surely get affected with it.    He was about to sit back and dismiss the idea when another thought popped in his head.    But then what if it would end up well and finally-Finally, the fans or applers as they call themselves would stop pairing Jiyong and Dara. Wouldn’t that be great?”    He then plopped back to his seat as he combed his hair with his hand not noticing that the brat is now touching his much loved collection.    The brat took a glance at Yg and sneakily smiled as she grabbed a toy, the toy that she has been eyeing for a long time and held it with both hands. She chuckled lightly as she then raised its hands in an up and down motion disrupting Yg from his thoughts as he looked up. His eyes bulged out from its sockets as he shouted from the top of his lungs, springing up from his seat as he pointed at her accusingly.    “DON’T TOUCH THAT!”   “Okay..” she could only mutter weakly as she placed the toy back, eyeing it sadly as she trudged back to her seat pouting. He could only sigh as he grabbed his chair and sat followed by the brat as she stared at him with watery eyes.    “Brat, that trick won’t work on me.” He muttered brutally as she could only gasp and pout once again. She looked up at him as he typed something on his computer.    “Yg president, have you thought about it?”    “Still thinking..” he muttered as he bit his lips and continued typing.    “What’s there to think about? It’s the perfect plan!” she muttered in disbelief as the president can only stare at her not believing her words.    “Fine.” she muttered as she stood up from her seat. “Where are you going?”    “Out. I just wanted to help and for once my intentions are pure but you don’t seem to appreciate it so I’ll just get going.” she muttered as she bowed her head and fiddled with the hem of her shirt.    Yg sighed feeling bad as he gestured for her to sit back down. “I appreciate you helping really, but there are things that are still needed to be considered and I still need to talk to people about it. It’s not that I find it useless, in fact it’s great.”    “Really?”    “Yes really.” Yg uttered as she smiled innocently, laughing evilly inside her head.    A knock came from the door as blond locks poked out of the door. “Can I come in?”    “Sure. Come in, we’ve been waiting for you since forever.” He muttered, a mocking smile on his lips. The lad nodded along and made his way towards the chair.    “Hey brat!” he greeted as she could only scowl as him. He then ruffled her hair as he plopped himself on the seat.    “Why’d you call me here pops?”    “It’s about you and Dara.” he uttered, his face void of any emotion.    “How many times should i tell you pres. that Dara and I are only colleagues, we aren’t dating or anything.” he uttered exasperated.    “I know, I know.” He waved off as he then cleared his throat. “But “your” fans don’t think so. Haven’t you seen the so-called evidences sprouting like mushrooms everywhere?”    “I know that.” He could only sigh as the brat cheekily smiled as she then cleared . “That’s why I came up with a brilliant idea!”    “Huh?”    “Have you ever heard of We got married?” she asked as she stared at him expectedly. Jiyong’s eyes bulged out as he then stared at Yg. “You’re kidding right? You expect me to join that pathetic show?”    “Not you idiot! Dara’s the one joining.” Yg muttered as he then went on typing on his computer.    “Assuming..” The brat muttered under her breath but still Jiyong heard her. “WHAT?” he mouthed enraged. The brat quickly raised both hands gesturing a peace sign.    “Stop that you two.” Like a father, Yg reprimanded them as he glanced at Jiyong who was staring at him. “Why Dara?”    Yg could only sigh as he then rested his chin atop his clenched hands. “Since you can’t join the show not just because you don’t want to but also because of your hectic schedule.”    “But you know how Dara is, she’s awkward around people she doesn’t know. And what if she doesn’t want to join this absurdity?”    “Well.. we don’t have any other options then.  I truly hope she agrees though.”    “I doubt it.” He snickered under his breath catching the brat’s attention. “Well.. if she does agree, who will be her husband?”    “Oh that’s easy.. Kim Jaejoong!” the brat beamed proudly as Jiyong could only stare at her scandalized.    “No, not him!”    “Why so Mr. Kwon Jiyong?” The brat challenged, a mischievous glint obviously shining through her eyes.    “He’s-he’s prohibited to be on shows in Korea.. didn’t you know that?” he uttered, a confident smirk pasted on his lips.    “For your information, he’s now allowed to be on Tv. I’m no fan and friend of him for nothing.”    “Well.. He’s a casanova and a playboy!”    “No he’s not! Dara noona will be at capabl