"Ugh! I'm so nervous!" Dara fidgeted in her seat as Bom could only chuckle, patting her back as she gave her a reassuring smile. "What are you nervous about? There's possibly nothing that could go wrong. You're just over-thinking once again Dara dear."    "But what if he's a diva, what if he's a snob, or a jerk or a complete bastard?" Dara bit her lips as she played with her fingers making the latter chuckle even more finding her extremely cute.   "What if he doesn't like me?" She uttered weakly surprising Bom as a boisterous laugh came out of her lips. She laughed so much that tears started to form beneath her eyes. She calmed down a minute after as she wiped off the stray tears of happiness.    "What am I going to do with you?" She sighed, still chuckling as Dara could only glare at her, her nose crinkled and lips pouted making Bom chuckle at her cuteness. "Just show him that face and I bet you sister that he would kiss the path you walk on."    "Hmmmp!" Dara turned away from Bom, planning to ignore her as she stressed her anger towards the harmless plant. Bom could only sigh as she poked her shoulder, but to no avail, the girl is persistent on ignoring her. She let out another sigh as she shifted on her seat making the other girl curious. "Don't worry about it too much Dara, just let everything flow on its own course. Over-thinking can kill the fun, sometimes it's better not to think at all and just go with the flow. Who knows, maybe you two will turn into good friends or maybe much, much more but, if he's an then you could just quit or act you're way through the show. It's really  easy, don't fret on it too much."    A huge weight was lifted off Dara's shoulders hearing Bom's words as she glanced back and saw her beaming right at her. Dara opened her arms wide, inching the gap between the both of them as the latter had her arms wide open. They shared an embrace as smiles lit up their faces. "Thank you." Dara muttered. "You're welcome." Both broke off the hug as Dara sat back and a long sigh escaped her lips.    A sudden thought came through Bom, a smirk emerging from her face. She glanced at Dara who's fiddling with her phone texting. "Do you have an idea on who's your husband?"    "Nope." Dara continued texting, not even bothering to glance at Bom making the latter pout.    "Really?" Bom gushed, a prank formulating inside her head.    "Sajangnim didn't mention who it was and I also forgot to ask."   "Do you have any guesses though?" Bom inched closer to her face as Dara inched back, weirded out.    "No clue."    "Really?"   Dara glared at Bom, irritation clearly written on her face. "I said I don't have a clue, no information, nada. I don't know who he is and I don't care who he is."    "Really?" Bom asked, prolonging the 'y' as she stared at Dara accusingly.    "Yes, really. REALLY! So quit it." Dara sternly said as she stood up leaving a smirking Bom.                                          Phones buzzing and telephones ringing the staffs patiently answered each and every call muttering the lines they've rehearsed and memorized.  "Sorry, we can't reveal anything yet so please stay tune and continue supporting the program. Thank you and good luck." With that they end the call and sigh with relief and tiredness as they pick up the now once again ringing phone.    "This is so stressful! Can we just cut off all the lines and rest? I'm drained from all the talking." A staff muttered as the others could only look at her sadly knowing that the answer to that sinful question is a big fat NO.    The others could only groan as they ignored the obnoxious ringing as they sat back on their chairs and stretched their aching joints. "I wonder how the news spread about our new couple? Yg haven't even agreed to let his artist be in the show."    "Oh, didn't you know? He already agreed and the papers were already signed just the other day."    "Really?" The female staff gushed, clasping her hands in delight as she fangirled shamelessly infront of her boss who could only run his hand on his face.    "It's as if you're the one getting married." The rest chuckled as the female staff could only scowl. "At least I can see him everyday!" She gushed once again, dreaming off to neverland.    "Sorry to burst you're bubble but he hasn't signed the contract yet."    "WHAT?!?" The female staff shouted, standing up in outrage shocking the rest of the team. The male staff, Mr. Kj, could only chuckle as he sent a smirk to her. Ms. Fangirl could only pout and whine childishly on how her dreams were crushed brutally right in front of her.                                          "Hyung. Hyung..." The brat