See the video for a better understanding of Yiyun Kang's work.

Ashley's POV:

I was sitting in front of the desk of the executive of my consulate, here in South Korea.
I didn't even get the chance to do what I've come here for, And here I am,
early in the morning, coming straight from the hotel after last night.
I was summoned here and I had no idea why.

"Yes, I have come here for traveling," I answered the question the man asked me.

"Why?" that guy on the other side of the table was expressionless like before.

"What do you mean why? Why people travel?" I was confused. What are these stupid questions and what I have to do with them?

"You have any specific intention about what to do or what to see here ?"

"Yeah, I wanted to visit the DDP Design exhibition hall," I replied.

"Why?"

I sighed in frustration. Why was he such mechanized?

"I love the works of Yiyun Kang. And I saw a very different art exhibition was going on called Green, Yellow and Pink. I am interested in Arts. And this was very famous. So I am here to experience it myself."

"Only for an exhibition?" He wrote down something not looking at me.

"Yes, I have a plan to go back the day after tomorrow," I replied keeping my irritation under control.

"Why?"

"Why are you keep asking why?" I couldn't keep my irritation in any longer. "I have other things to do perhaps ?"

"You don't have any intention to do anything else here?"

I was seriously pissed this time.
"Is it an interrogation?"

"Depends on what you choose to answer me, Ms. Ruth." He shrugged.

"It's Dr. Ruth," I corrected him coldly.

"I know Ms. Ruth, you are a reputed doctor." He ignored me. "But just tell me, you know BTS?"

I rolled my eyes, exactly how many times I had to hear this line?

"I know them. Everybody knows them."

"Have you ever encountered them upfront?"

"No. I didn't even listen to them except one or two. I don't know anything except they are famous as hell, don't tell me you made me come here to ask me whether I know them or not!" I replied.

"Then tell me why I was told that they are preparing to sue you?"

"What?" I laughed, "You are kidding, right?"

"Do I look like I kid, Ms. Ruth?" he was cold.

I looked at him seriously this time. No, he wasn't kidding.

"What? Why? Why would they sue me?" I was flabbergasted.

"You tell me."

I had nothing to say, I had never been this dumbfounded in my life.

"They are processing to sue you for breaching of privacy."

"Huh?" I searched for words but couldn't find any.

"You sure you came for the exhibition here?"

"I am traveling to different countries for the last two weeks for visiting the famous exhibitions. I have my scrapbook, you can look at that. I've put my tickets and photos with dates there." I managed to answer.

"let me see it."

I was furious at this point, but I took it out of my bag and gave him that.

"I don't understand what these are about?" I was enraged, "if they sue me for something I didn't even do, I can as well sue them for defamation. Tell them that."

"I see, you surely don't know BTS personally, Ms. Ruth, Or do you?" He said sarcastically looking into my scrapbook. He was looking at the polaroid of me and Tae.

"NEVER," I clenched my jaws.

"Sure," he handed my book back.
"Unfortunately, we can't trust you. If you want to still go out there, you have to have a company we provide you, for you know, safety."

"I don't need a bodyguard," I gritted my teeth.

"Not for you, Dr. Ruth. He will make sure that you don't do something stupid to others, probably BTS?" he smiled suggestively.

"So you are restricting my movements?" I felt like my head will explode from anger.

"You are neither my friend nor do I know you personally, Ms. Ruth. So.." He didn't seem to be affected by my words.

He stopped in midways seeing my fist landing on his desk following by a loud bang, "Is it some kind of joke?" I was feeling insulted and humiliated. "You know what? Fuck your bodyguard, hell with your BTS. I am going back, right now. Good luck to them for suing me in my country."

"Ms. Ruth..."

"It's Dr. Ruth." I was hissing this time,
"I know international laws, tell them to request my country's law to make a lawsuit against me. I am done with these bullshits."

He was watching me calmly.

"As you won't let me out alone, send someone to grab my things from my hotel and "escort" me to the airport."

"Wait here, we will arrange that, DR. Ruth," he said and went out.

I gritted my teeth in rage.