Krystal bursts into the bathroom just as Han is puling her shirt down. Too shocked to do much more than sputter half formed protests about privacy and manners, Han is dragged out the front door by Krystal who is hurriedly whispering into her phone. Before she knows it, Han is shoved into the passenger seat of a car, and told to buckle up while Krystal revs the engine and pulls out of the parking lot. Trying to make sense of what’s going on, Han looks out the window trying to figure out where they’re headed. Realizing she doesn’t know Seoul well enough yet she gives up, starts looking around the car, and spots her letter and photo for Yixing in between the two front seats. 

“Were you in my room?” Han asks, not looking Krystal in the face, but instead at the tight grip her roommate has on the steering wheel. 

“So what if I was?” Counters Krystal, “I have a right to know a little about who’s moving into my apartment.”

“Doesn’t give you the right to go into my room and take a letter and photo meant for my friend and not you!” Han exclaims blown away by the realization that Krystal had been snooping around her room while she was in the shower. She quickly tucks the picture of Yixing and her into the back pocket of her shorts. “Tell me where we’re going and why.”