One I knew, as soon as I walked out of the corner convenience store, pack of gum in hand, that something was wrong. A little crowd had gathered on the edge of the sidewalk, around my precious car.   "What's going on?" I asked, squeezing between two gossiping ajummas. "What happened?"   Then, the last few people moved aside and I saw my precious cherry red Porsche Boxster halfway on the sidewalk.  A big blue pickup-truck had completely crunched the left back fender.   My baby was hurt.   "Is this your car, Miss?"   I spun around, ready to unleash a whole lot of anger on whoever was responsible for this, but was stopped in my tracks when I saw the person who had spoken. He was tall, over six feet easily, and wearing a worn leather jacket over a white v-neck shirt. His earring screamed "back off" and his intense eyebrows screamed "don't piss me off." Albeit intimidating, he was still rather handsome.   "Are you the driver of that truck?" I demanded.   The guy sighed, and waved behind him. "That would have been my brother…Oh Sehun, come here."   The boy that stepped out behind him was shorter, but still slim and tall. His white t-shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, showing off a tattoo on his left arm. He was thinner than his brother, with narrow shoulders, light blond hair, and an apathetic expression, as if he had not just destroy my precious car.   I immediately wanted to hurt him.   Then, I reminded myself that this really was not the time. I had a flight to catch in less than three hours, and my parents were waiting for me in Jeju. They'd probably kill me if I missed the plane, even if I had a valid excuse.   "Hi," the Sehun guy said, eyes flicking over to my car. "Sorry about your Porsche."   Sorry about my Porsche? I had to clench my fingers to stop myself from strangling him.    "Listen," I said, stomping up to him. "My car is worth more than everything you own added together." Although I was pretty tall for a girl, I still had to crane my neck to look up him. "I need to call my insurance company. I swear I am going to sue you so hard that - "   "Wait!" It was the taller of the two who spoke up, holding out a hand to interrupt me. "Wait, let's talk about this, Miss. My name is Kris, and this here is Sehun-ah. He is really sincerely sorry about what happened to your car and it was all an accident. I am actually a certified car mechanic and I own an automotive repair garage across town." He paused to pull a name card from his pocket, then continued on. "We will be happy to fix your car for free; I promise you won't even know anything had happened." He ran a hand through his hair nervously. "Please don't sue us."   I took the card and sighed, whipping out my phone to place a call to my father's personal assistant. Then, I noticed the time. .   "Look, I have a flight to catch and I'm going to be late," I said, hurrying into the street to hail a cab. "I'm having someone pick up my car and I'll bring it over to your garage when I get back. Fix my car for free, and I won't sue. Deal?"   "Deal," Kris said immediately.   Sehun only sulked, but added his own sound of agreement when Kris gave him a little kick in the shin.   As the taxi I hailed took me out of Seoul and towards Incheon, I called to have someone get my poor car. Although I was only planning on being in Jeju for a week and a half, knowing that my baby would not be waiting for me when I got back was extremely disheartening.   The only person I had to blame was Oh Sehun.       As soon as I stepped out into the smogless Jeju air, my worries went away. Kris had promised to fix my car after all. Although Sehun seemed like a certified with no remorse, at least Kris was reasonable. The crisp ocean air even had me smiling, although the smile slipped a little when I saw my mom waiting for me. She was all decked out in a classy, black Alexander Wang dress and stilettos, accentuated with jewelry showcasing enough diamonds that could probably feed a small African country for a week if sold. I saw her look at my casual jean shorts and Keds with distaste, lip curling up.   "Why are you dressed like a commoner?" she asked, reaching for my backpack, the one my best friend had given me for my 19th birthday.   I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "We sure as hell aren't royalty," I snapped.   Mom raised an eyebrow. "We might as well be," she replied without batting an eyelash.   I almost wanted to throw up. How could she say something that cringe worthy with a straight face?   "Let's just go," I muttered.         The inside of the limo sent to pick us up had seats of crisp leather. Mom handed me a flute of sparkling cider, then leaned back in her seat to stare at me some more.   "Your dad got a call from Assistant Lee a few hours ago," she said finally. "Your car is back at the garage for now. What happened?"   "I was in the convenience store so I didn't even see it," I groaned. "Some guy named Oh Sehun lost control of his truck, I guess."   Mom grimaced. "Let me know if you need me to call someone," she replied. "Insurance, Lawyer Choi…"   "I can handle it, Mom."   That was another thing I hated about my parents. Why couldn't they just let me handle things my way?   She let out a little puff of air. "Well, your brother flew in last night and spent all day golfing with the Byuns. I'm going to need you to be on your best behavior during your stay at their resort."   Best behavior usually meant dinner parties and high heels. I sighed, nodding. Dad's company, a multi-million advertising and media firm, was close to signing a contract with the Byun family's many seaside resorts.    I checked into my room a little after 6PM and had about an hour and a half to "freshen up." When I heard the knock at my door, I immediately expected my mother. Instead, it was my brother, looking very nice in a black suit.   "You look surprisingly put together," Joonmyun said, grinning at me.   I narrowed my eyes at him, not sure if I had just been complemented or insulted.   "Naeun, you're always pretty," he quickly amended, giving me a hug. Then he pulled away and winced. "Do you buy chance have something to put on my nose?" he asked, turning to look into a hallway mirror. "I got sunburned this afternoon and red is not a flattering shade on my face."   "If you don't mind some make up," I