Chicly, Subin looked straight ahead, eying in his direction. A grin was coated on her face as she folded her arms and placed them at the edge of the rectangular table we were seated around. Her fingers tapped on the surface, gaining my full attention. The grin on her face gradually faded into a small smile when the others glanced over to Subin after realizing how quiet she has gotten. She gained everyone’s attention without bothering to let a word escape her lips. Although the others must have thought it was weird to see her looking nowhere else but at him, they were still affected by her lovely smile as they smiled back in return.   Even I was affected.   Unfortunately, there was one person at the table didn’t smile in return. That was no other than Mr. Park Chanyeol. He was too busy looking out the window with his back facing us. At one point, he did sat and faced us with a smile but when Subin decided to talk to him, he turned himself around and sat incorrectly in his seat. He let his chin rest on the backrest without a care that he had just looked away from his friends and his smoothie.   “Say, Park Chanyeol.” Subin said his name, ready to initiate another conversation with him. His name grazed against her lips with ease as if she had said his name many times before. She brought her palm underneath her chin and faintly smiled while looking at the back of his head. “When is your birthday? What year were you born in? What day is it?”   Once again, he ignored her. He scoffed when Subin decided to repeat herself. He remained still, acting as if he didn’t hear a thing from Subin. Yet, I managed to see him scrunching his nose up. It was odd seeing Chanyeol acting in such way. It made him look childish and quite questioning, in my opinion. I didn’t understand why he despises her so much since we all just met her recently. Ever since we arrived at Bubble House for drinks and just have a chat with one another, – it was more like we were trying to get to know Subin more – Chanyeol didn’t seem like himself.   “Okay, since you like to play the silent game, I’ll guess them.” Subin chuckled softly. “1992.”   “Whoa! Subin!” Sehun was mind-blown but how she guessed it right. “That was some lucky guess.”   Subin, you’re putting a lot of effort into getting Chanyeol’s attention.   Shrugging at Sehun’s reaction to her guess, she tapped her chin as she looked up at her invisible thinking bubble that was floating somewhere in the air above her head. “The 26th.”   She’s right, once again.   “You’re a November baby.” Subin concluded.   Yeah, definitely not creepy at all.   Rapidly, Chanyeol spun half around, which startled me and Sehun the most. We were seated on each side of him. Everyone at the table turned quiet when we saw the look on Chanyeol’s face. The look on his face made all the hairs on my body stood straight up on its roots. It was weird seeing Chanyeol so serious and stern. He was looking at Subin and he made sure to lock eyes with hers. His nose flared, showcasing how ticked off he was starting to get. With an arm positioned on the table, he let out an airy whisper, “What, are you a stalker now?”   “Chanyeol, why are you being so rude?” Suho asked but really, what he meant was to tell Chanyeol to watch his words and the way he was speaking to a fema