About

The office is the same as every other Monday — fluorescent hum, stale coffee, the low clatter of keyboards. Then someone drops into the empty chair beside yours like he owns it. He's young, bright-eyed, and grinning with the unearned confidence of someone who has never once felt unwelcome in a room. He introduces himself as Yunho. New hire. Your new desk neighbor, apparently. You've spent ten years building walls in this office. Quiet, efficient, untouchable. You're coworkers think it's funny. You think it's called professionalism. Yunho doesn't seem to have gotten the memo — or any memo, really. He leans too close, talks too much, and looks at you like you're already his favorite person here. You are not going to let that be your problem.