"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" Yunho panicked a little. . Why did I even...

  "It's okay..." Yunho was stunned at the fact that Jaejoong still kept his calm composure, smiling humbly. Although Jaejoong wasn't looking at him, he knew that in his eyes he was longing, longing for something.    He wasn't sure if it was something he could give to him.   Well, he is nobody to him anyway. Yes, nobody.    As the lift reached the lobby, Jaejoong silently followed he footsteps of Yunho, who received many bows from the different employees who noticed their General Manager. Jaejoong lowered his head as he walked behind the high positioned man who had all the attention from the employees who were scattered around the lobby. Sure, they were standing in the same lobby, walking on the same ground, but he could feel the difference of the two worlds they belonged to. Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder why did Chairman Jung decide on him to be the chosen one for her grandson. Why did she do so? He couldn't figure out why.    Whispers were made around as they saw this guy who was walking behind the authoritative General Manager Jung. "Who's that?"    "Don't know. Never seen him around before."   "Yah, look at what he's wearing.... Where did he even pick up that cheap jacket from?"    A girl chuckled. "It's not a jacket, it's a windbreaker. A cheap one."    Jaejoong wasn't deaf, he heard them all. He was used to it, but he just felt unwelcomed. Not like he never felt like that before, just that this was his new workplace, new home.   Yunho, upon noticing the employees' attention on 'something' that was behind him, turned back and saw Jaejoong walking with his head down, seemingly embarrassed. Yunho smiled, walking a few step backwards. He grabbed Jaejoong's right hand which the latter was trying to use cover his face and led him out of the building. A blue Ferrari was already parked outside. Glancing at Jaejoong, he knew that Jaejoong was uncomfortable from all the stares, and he had to do something. "You okay?" He still didn't let go of Jaejoong's hand. This made Jaejoong look down and their hands which were clasped together, cheeks pink. He saved me... "I...I'm okay..." He breathed.    "Then let's go!" Yunho opened the car door for Jaejoong, ushering him in. As if the car which picked him up in the morning didn't shock him enough, this car was, too, something he could've never imagined to ride in. Maybe it was because he was too used to buses and trains, he couldn't help but find it hard to be comfortable in the seat of these expensive cars.      After much fidgeting in his own seat, Jaejoong settled down by just looking out of the car window, admiring the view which he haven't got to see. This was the district where the rich go in Korea. It definitely isn't a place where Jaejoong came to before. Noticing this action, Yunho pressed the button which enables the window to be rowed down, allowing fresh air to come in. Watching Jaejoong smiling as he inhaled the fresh air of the city, Yunho let out a gentle smile. An unexplainable smile.        Jaejoong didn't know where was Yunho leading him to. He was trying to not get distracted by other people staring at him from head to toe, but after all he was in a high class district where rich people gathered at. He felt like a lost puppy tagging behind a stranger in an unfamiliar place, who knew that there will be a day where Kim Jaejoong is actually walking on the streets of Gangnam?    "There we are." Yunho led Jaejoong to a Italian restaurant, Italian food.. wasn't something Jaejoong was familiar with. "We're eating here?" Jaejoong asked questioningly. "Yes, do you not like it here?"    "Well, I..." Jaejoong didn't get to finish his sentence when the waiter came over and asked Yunho if he had made any reservations. "Under Jung Yunho," Yunho replied. After checking on the tablet he had in his hands, the waiter looked up to Yunho, confirming his reservation. "Table for two?" The waiter looked around to find who was the person Yunho would be dining with but didn't notice Jaejoong, who stood behind Yunho with his head down. "Would you like to head in to wait for your dining partner?" The waiter suggested.    "I.. don't have to do so? He's just right here." Yunho turned to his back and held Jaejoong's arm, moving him forward to stand next to himself. "Isn't he?" Yunho asked curtly.    "Oh, err... But I think I cannot allow this mister's entry, Mr Jung." The waiter half-snickered, scanning Jaejoong from top to toe, just like how the employees at the company did, just like how the people on the main street did. Jaejoong bit his lips, not knowing what to say to save this awkward situation they were in.    "Why not?" Yunho was getting impatient. First the waiter had disrespected Jaejoong, second, he wasn't allowing Jaejoong's entry into the restaurant.   The waiter then gestured Yunho to see a sign on the main entrance of the restaurant which wrote, No entry to people who are sloppily dressed.    Upon seeing the sign, Yunho laughed. What kind of restaurant is this? Okay... Yunho held onto Jaejoong's shoulders, telling him a soft "I'm sorry.." before stripping Jaejoong off his blue windbreaker and tossing the cheap material into the nearby bin. "Hey!" Jaejoong panicked. It was one of the last windbreakers he had left... Jaejoong was only wearing a white based tee-shirt now.   Yunho felt apologetic, but proceeded to take off his suit,