"Thank you coming despite the short notice. I hope we cleared things up. I hope you think about what I said." Hyun Suk folded his legs as he leaned on his La-Z-Boy.

"Thank you YG-- S-sir, Sajangnim." Chanyeol did a 90-degree bow and sauntered out his office.

As soon as he closed the door (silently and very very slowly) he got a tap on the back, promptly startling him.

"OH!" He said too loudly, and then almost immediately, a hand was drawn- on top of his mouth.

"Sshh!" She giggled, and then removed her hand. She smiled innocently as Chanyeol who still couldn’t absorb what just happened.

Holding his chest, he breathed out, stammering midway, "D-Dara n-noona.."

"Chanyeol, what are you doing here?" She questioned, her voice lower than the usual.

"And why does it look as if you have seen a ghost?" Dara smiled at him, teasingly.

"N-noona. W-what are you doing here?" Chanyeol stuttered.

"Did you perhaps hear what we were talking about inside?" He nervously added.

Dara made a face, "You think I was.. eavesdropping?" Dara feigned hurt.

"Well.." Chanyeol blushed. What if she heard what the president was suggesting him to do?!

"I wasn't, I swear.” She held her hand up.

“I heard from Seungri that a certain giant was roaming around the building, apparently looking lost, so I went to look for you." Dara explained, noticing the panicked expression in Chanyeol's face.

Chanyeol sighed, he could briefly remember yesterday, their company president told him he had to go to YG, and he had to look for his Seungri hyung to grant entry to their sacred building, without her supposedly knowing.

"And you managed to get your way in to YG's office. Did he scare you?" Dara's voice turned into a whisper by the second statement, worried to get her toasted by YG.

"He was scary, but, meh, he's a bit kind too." Chanyeol recalls what the CEO told him, "Be thankful that I'm being nice to you, or else Dara would kill me."

"Chanyeol-ah, come with me." Dara walked through the dark halls.

"Where are we going, noona?" Chanyeol walked a bit faster, hoping to catch her fast-paced walk.

“Well, I just finished my recording session for a new song. They say it’s going to be released by November, hopefully.”

“It will be amazing, as always.” Chanyeol smiled, and gave her a thumb up.

They both entered the infamous YG cafeteria, with Dara telling her to feel as comfortable as possible.

“I don’t know why this place is so popular, but they surely have the best comfort food.”

Chanyeol sat at one bench, on the other side of the cafeteria; eleven trainees were seated, apparently looking over him. Are they trying to.. intimidate him?

“I’m going to grab us some food, just wait for me here, okay?” Dara said before she went off to the counter to get food for both.

Chanyeol watched as how Dara’s back drifted away (he was not checking her out by the way). His thoughts drifted away too, he recollects what happened by the president’s office moments ago.

Chanyeol hesitantly knocked on the door that had the emblem of the company embossed on it.

A voice suddenly told him to enter, and hesitantly, he did.

He had his head bowed, scared that he might get scolded by the big boss.

“Chanyeol-ssi, kindly sit down and be comfortable.” Papa YG said, an honest smile breaking out his face.

“Although as a guest, I should offer you coffee and whatnot, unfortunately, I cannot. As this meeting should be a secret between us, and Seungri, who apparently lead you to my office.”

Chanyeol nodded.

“As time is money, I should just get to the chase.” Yang Hyun Suk cleared his throat.

“Sooman and I have been in talks for a couple of days now, and we were both wondering what would happen if a couple from our companies would emerge. Would our stocks increase? Would both your group's fans increase? Would it be infamous? Would the couple last?” He started.

Chanyeol’s palms started to get sweaty as he listened to what the president said.

“What’s your opinion in spieling a rumor that you two are dating, how would that sound?”

“Nae?” was Chanyeol’s first word towards him.

“You and Dara, who else?” YG chuckled.

“Sir, I- I don’t think Dara noon—Dara-ssi would allow it. I—we’re not in that kind of situation. I—“

“Do you like her?” the president’s brow raised.

“N-nae?”

“I said, do you like Dara?” his face stiffened, irritated.

Frightened, Chanyeol spoke his heart out, “She’s amazing, she’s beautiful. She makes my days brighter and I think I can’t live without her and all I wish is her happin—“

“You sound like a love struck teenager. I was just asking if you liked her, it was answerable by a simple yes or no if you were wondering.” He crossed his arms.

“Y-yes.” Chanyeol admitted.

“Then why don’t you pursue her?” YG dropped his elbows to the table, watching the boy cower in