The young man and Sungjae headed out the station, whilst the young man hailed for a taxi.

"What's that?" asked Sungjae.

"Uhhhh....it's a taxi. You use it to get to other places,"

"I see," said Sungjae.

Sungjae and the young man boarded the taxi as they drove off.

Just then, the young man's phone rang.

He picked it up.

"What's that?" asked Sungjae.

"A cell phone, you use it to talk to people and play games,"

"What kind of games?" asked Sungjae, excited.

"I'll speak later,"

The man picked up the phone.

"Hello? No Naeun, I'm sorry, why can't we talk over this? Please, I beg of you, I'm sorry, it was all misunderstanding! Okay, fine, I respect your decision. If you want it to be that way, that's fine,"

The man hung up, groaning in annoyance.

"Who's Naeun?" asked Sungjae.

"Nobody," said the man, "Everything's okay now,"

"Nobody's a nobody," laughed Sungjae.

The man sighed.

"Okay, okay, she's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up."

Sungjae gasped, cupping his hands.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that, I do hope you make up again,"

The man did not look like he wanted to, but since Sungjae did not understand, he forced a feeble smile on his face.

"I hope so too,"

They continued to ride the taxi.

"By the way, my name's Hyunsik," said the man, holding out a hand.

"I'm Sungjae," said Sungjae. However Sungjae did not react at all.

Hyunsik stared at Sungjae awkwardly.

"Uhhhhhh.....haven't you heard of a handshake?" asked Hyunsik.

"You mean like this?"

Sungjae flapped his hands in the air like a bird.

Hyunsik laughed so hard he held his stomach.

"No, not like that, like this!" he held Sungjae's hand and bobbed it up and down. "THAT'S a handshake,"

"Oh I see," said Sungjae, "Strange custom,"

They continued until they eventually stopped at a large apartment.

"Wow," exclaimed Sungjae, "Is this your palace?"

Hyunsik stared at him.

"Uhhhh....that's not a palace, that's an apartment,"

"So you don't have any messengers, anybody?"

"Nope, just me," said Hyunsik.

"So you live here on your own?"

"Mmmmmm hmmmm,"

They entered the apartment and boarded an elevator.

Sungjae panicked.

"Help!" he cried, "We're trapped,"

"Calm down, Sungjae," said Hyunsik, "We're not trapped, we'll be out of here in uh.......half a minute. See? I live on the twentith floor,"

Sungjae breathed in relief as they stepped out at the twentieth floor and they headed for the flat.

Sungjae stared in amazement.

"This is where you live?"

"Yup, if you don't mind the couch....."

"Oh no, don't worry!" said Sungjae, "I'm just glad you let me stay here. Thanks so much,"

"Awwww shucks," said Hyunsik, it was nothing.

Hyunsik was about to turn back when he noticed that Sungjae had no other clothes to wear.

"You need a pair of pyjamas," said Hyunsik.

"No, Hyunsik you don't have to....."

Hyunsik handed a set of pyjamas to Sungjae.

"But how will you....."

"It's okay," replied Hyunsik with a smile, "I have some more,"

Sungjae changed into his pyjamas out of his hanbok.

Hyunsik watched as Sungjae undid his top knot and let down his long black silky hair falling down to his waist.

"When was the last time you cut your hair?" asked Hyunsik.

"I'm a god, remember?" said Sungjae, "We believed that our hair make our identities and we were always used to having long hair, you humans don't know a thing,"

Hyunsik sighed.

"Well, since it's Sunday tomorrow and I'm off from work, how about I take you out?"

"To where?"

"To get you some new clothes and to get a haircut,"

"But I like my hair," said Sungjae, feebly, clutching his long black hair. "And what's wrong with the way I dress?"

"Trust me," said Hyunsik with a smile, "You will look amazing."

"Okay," said Sungjae shrugging, "I'll do whatever it takes for me to look human,"