2 days after the incident, Sunday.

Tiffany had been waiting for Wooyoung to call the whole day yesterday until now. But nothing. She didn't call because she wanted to give him some time. But now, she began to worry, wondering if something has happened. She picked up her key in the drawer to drive to Wooyoung's house to check on him. On the way to his house, she suddenly saw a car that looked like Wooyoung's driving past her, with someone in the passenger seat. She quickly made a U-turn and started following his car. Arrived at a residential area, a girl came out from the passenger side. She waved at him before heading off into the house. Angry at the sight, Tiffany turned the car around and drove back home. After dropping off his parents' friends' daughter, Wooyoung decided to go to Tiffany's house. He walked into her house like his own, too familiar. "Hey Tiff, you home?" No response. He went upstairs to her room to find a pile of his clothes, jerseys, and video games at the door. Tiffany was in the middle of writing in her notebook. "Uh, what's all this?" "They're all your stuffs. I packed them clean." He brought the bag back into the room. "Why?" "I'm tired. You should leave. Take your stuffs." She said still focusing on her notebook. "Okay. I'll come back when you wanna talk." "Don't. There's nothing to talk about." "Then what do you want me to do? Look, I came here to talk, apologize and make up to you, why are you being dramatic all of a sudden?" He raised his voice. Tiffany finally put down her notebook and stood up to talk to him; her arms folded across her stomach. "Do you know how many times this had happened? I'm so sick o