It soon became a kind of game. Everyone was trying to figure him out, but nobody would actually go up and talk to him. It made for conversation and something to do. Kris persisted with the idea that he was probably just a fan of the music. Yixing was convinced he probably lost a girlfriend at this very bar and returned every week to remember her. Taemin thought he was an alien studying the culture of young humans. You had no idea. You weren’t sure what had struck you the very first night he stepped into the bar, but you realized the second time you saw him that there was something familiar about him. An annoying, nagging something that you couldn’t quite place.