Three

 

The original plan had me parking my Porsche at the airport for easy pickup. Since that obviously did not work out, I had Yixing pick me up from the airport. Yixing's family is new money. His father, a Chinese immigrant, had taken over one of the largest publishing empires in South Korea and Yixing lived with the wealth that came from it. I liked Yixing because he was a little crazy, to be honest. He wasn't into dinner parties, tea cakes, and golf, but loved throwing his money around for clubbing, wild parties, and traveling. He was also caring, kind, and gentle, albeit sometimes rather forgetful.   "You remembered to pick me up," I exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "You're not even late, Yixing. You must really love me!"   Yixing glared at me. "You told me about this yesterday, not a week ago. How could I forget?"   I shrugged. "Sometimes you forget to eat lunch," I pointed out.   He just shook his head and started for his car. Back at the house, I pulled Yixing out with me so we could survey the damage done to my baby. It was nothing that affected the car's function, but it sure as hell was ugly to look at.   "Fix those dents, scratches, and a new paintjob," Yixing finally said. "Maybe just replace that whole area and then get a paintjob."   I made a little sound of distress. "That sounds like it might take a while," I sighed.   "Why don’t you drive it over to the Kris guy's garage now?"   "Uh…" Truthfully, I wanted to wait a few days until Sehun was back from Jeju.   "Nana?"   "I just want to wallow in misery for a bit longer," I decided, moving away from the subject. "I'll take it in over the weekend"   Yixing gave me a weird look, but didn’t question any further.           I took my banged up Porsche to the address on the business card on a Thursday morning, a few days earlier than I had originally planned because I was dying without my baby. I didn't like driving dad's company cars, and hated having a driver. Joonmyun was tired of being asked to pick me up at random places, and Yixing was tired of me yelling at him from the passenger seat and leaving candy wrappers in his car.   As I pulled into the parking lot, a tall, tanned guy with sandy blonde hair stepped up to me, motioning for me to roll down the driver side window.   "Are you looking for Kris?" he asked, bending down. His Korean was accented, but still comprehensible. His name tag said "Tao" and his eye bags looked like he hadn't slept for days. Several silver and black earrings gleamed from one ear and a snapback hung sideways off his head.   "Yeah," I replied, handing him the card that Kris had given me. "Is he around?"   "Of course." Tao look a look at the damaged to my car and whistled. "Did Sehunnie do that?"   I nodded and sighed. "Is he around too?"   "They're both in the main garage," Tao replied, pointing me in the right direction. "There's an empty spot in there so you can pull right in. Sorry about your ride, by the way."   "Yeah well, you should be sorry for Kris, who is going to fix it." I rolled up my window and started toward the garage.   It was a big building, probably enough to fit ten or 12 cars comfortably. I saw a pair of legs sticking out from under a silver Lexus and Kris sitting on the steps a few feet away. He stood up when he saw me and waved me into the spot next to the Lexus.    "Here to get your car fixed?" he joked, opening the passenger door for me as I pulled up the parking break and took the keys out of the ignition.    I rolled my eyes at him. "Yep," I replied, tossing him my keys.   The guy under the car rolled out upon hearing voices and I saw that it was not Sehun, but rather a shorter, slim man with high cheekbones and wavy brown hair.   "Is this the car Sehun crashed?" he asked with a knowing smile.   "Yes," I replied, pointing at the dent. "This is my poor baby."   "Why couldn't he have destroyed a ty Honda or something," the man laughed, getting up to his feet and wiping his slightly oily hands on the towel tucked into his belt. "Of all possible cars, he hits a shiny new Porsche."   "Fate," I replied drily.   "What a ," he agreed, stepping toward me. "I'd shake your hand but I don't want to get you oily. Hi, I'm Kim Jongdae. I work for Kris as a mechanic engineer and I do all the hard that Tao and Sehun can't."   I laughed a little, liking this guy more and more. "Kim Naeun," I replied, waving.   His eyes narrowed, and I knew that he recognized my name. "Kim Naeun? Doesn't your dad run some - "   "Yep," I replied, cutting him off with a wince. "Please don't bring it up."   "No problem," he shrugged. "What - "   "Yah, Jongdae hyung." Finally, another platinum blond head popped out from behind the wheel of the Lexus and Sehun unfurled his long legs out with slight difficulty. "You talk too much," he said, striding over with a glare.   "Don't talk to your hyung like that," Jongdae said with fake hurt on his face. Then, he reached out and gave Sehun a hard shove. "What a brat," he snickered.   Sehun did not look amused.   "Stop messing around," Kris called from where he had been surveying the damage. "I'm going to order in some stuff to get that replaced," Kris said, eyes on his smartphone. "It should get here in about three days. Then, I'll need three or four days to work on the car. You can pick it up in a week."   "A week?" I groaned. "Who's going to drive me around in the meantime? I've been driving my brother and my best friend crazy for a week already."   "I can."   We all turned in surprise to see Sehun raising his hand awkwardly.   "Di