Team Leader said in a warm but firm tone,
"Come in."
The door creaked open slowly.
A single elegant heel stepped through the frame—shiny black leather, clicking softly against the polished floor.
All eyes turned to the newcomer.
She stepped in with quiet grace, the room holding its breath. A sleek one-shoulder bag was pressed tightly at her side. Her eyes flicked around the room, scanning faces quickly—half-shy, half-irritated, as if she didn't want to be here but had no Choice.
Her body moved hesitantly, but there was something sharp in her presence—like a person used to standing alone in the middle of a storm
Sam, with his eyes wide and melting like butter on a hot plate, stared at the newcomer as if he'd already fallen head over heels.
"Bruhh…" he whispered under his breath, leaning closer to Cyan. "Tell me I'm not dreaming... Is she part of our team now?"
Cyan didn't answer.
Newcomer glanced around the room — nervous, cautious.
Her eyes accidentally met Sam's.
He was still staring, eyes half-melted, lips parted like he'd just seen a goddess descend from the clouds.
Her frustration ticked up instantly.
What is this guy staring at...? her eyes seemed to say as she quickly looked away with a small scoff.
Then, slowly, her gaze drifted—
And landed on Cyan.
But before their eyes could meet, Cyan turned his head, pretending to be focused on the rainy skyline outside the window
Sam leaned toward Cyan and whispered with a proud smirk,
"Cyan, did you see that? She looked deep into my eyes. Ahh… my charm is too powerful. One second of eye contact and boom—she fell for me. Sigh, girls these days…"
Cyan gave him a half-lidded, mildly annoyed stare.
"Yeah, yeah. I can totally see who fell for who," he said dryly. "Now wipe your drool, Romeo…"
Sam let out a loud "tsk", dropped back into his chair, and — despite Cyan's warning — started eyeing her again with a dreamy, almost watery expression.
Meanwhile, the newcomer stepped forward and gave a small, polite bow.
"Hello," she said in a soft but clear voice, "My name is Yuna. Starting today, I'll be working here. Please take care of me."
The room stayed quiet for a beat too long.
Cyan didn't move.
Sam waved like a goofy fan at a concert.
Sam leaned toward Cyan again, eyes still glued to Yuna.
"Cyan… her name is Yuna. Isn't that, like, the cutest name ever? Yuna... Sam. It fits, right? Ahh… here comes my señorita," he whispered dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.
Cyan didn't even look at him.
With a single, sharp line, he muttered,
"Yeah, 'dead Sam' fits better. If you don't finish your work, Team Leader will personally introduce you to your real señorita."
The words pierced straight through Sam's soul like an arrow of justice.
He slumped back into his seat like a defeated warrior, hand still on chest, whispering to himself,
"Cruel... So cruel…"
Everyone looked at Yuna with warm smiles, like she had already been one of them for years.
…Well, everyone except Sam.
He had accepted her like she was already his wife.
Team Leader crossed her arms, suppressing a smile.
"Okay, Yuna. Go sit on the right side — there's a desk set up for you."
Yuna nodded politely. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
Just as she turned—
Sam suddenly jumped up from his seat.
"BOSS! Can I get a seat transfer, please?!"
Team leader didn't even blink. "Keep talking, and you'll get a job transfer."
Sam froze, trembling like a scolded toddler.
"Nooo, Boss! Not job transfer, I mean seat transfer—away from China's Great Rock Wall! Sam means… Cyan!"
Cyan coughed
Sam cover his laughter, but a quiet pfft escaped.
Sam turned the other way, covering his mouth and trying to hold in his giggles.
Even the usually stern Team Leader let out a soft pfft before catching herself.
Cyan slowly turned to look at her, eyebrows raised with that rare expression that said:
You too, Boss…?
The team leader clapped her hands once.
"Enough with your useless jokes. Get to work. There's no seat transfer. If you don't want a real job transfer, then submit your work by tomorrow."
Sam slumped back into his chair, defeated.
"So cruel… cruel…" he muttered like a tragic hero in a drama, staring up at the ceiling as if questioning the universe…
Suddenly, a man entered the room, stopping just beside the team leader.
"Team Leader Mai, could you come with me for a moment?" he asked respectfully.
She gave a nod, then turned slightly toward Yuna.
"If you have any questions, ask Sam—"
She paused mid-sentence, looked at Sam slumped like a broken statue, and corrected herself,
"Na—uh, no. Ask Cyan."
The fallen hero, Sam, briefly rose with hope in his eyes—
Only to fall again with a dramatic sigh as reality struck once more.
Cyan glanced at the team leader with a deadpan look, then turned to Mai with an expression that screamed,
Boss… seriously? Me?
Mai sent a playful smirk toward Cyan — the kind an older sister gives her lazy little brother when handing him a job he can't say no to.
She even threw in a quick wink, as if to say, You got this, little bro.
Then she faced the room.
"Alright, everyone — back to work. Yuna, hope you'll get along with the team. See ya later."
With that, she turned and left, the door clicking softly shut behind her.
The room returned to its usual quiet rhythm.
Keyboards clacked. Screens glowed.
And Yuna stood still for just a second…
Her eyes slowly drifting toward Cyan.
Yuna slowly stepped away from her desk, her gaze focused ahead.
Sam, noticing the movement, immediately sprang up — reborn once more, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
He stood tall, adjusting his shirt, flashing his shiniest smile, eyes twinkling with anticipation.
She was walking toward him. He was sure of it.
She's coming for me. This is it.
He even practiced his line in his head.
As she approached, Sam stood like a gentleman, hand slightly raised.
"Hi, Yu—"
She walked right past him.
"—na…"
Yuna didn't stop. She kept moving… straight toward Cyan.
Behind her, Sam remained frozen.
His smile dropped. His hand hung mid-air.
He now stood there like a thousand-year-old, weathered statue — broken, forgotten, tragic.
Yuna stopped in front of Cyan, her voice calm but holding something quietly hopeful.
"Hi, senior… may I know your name?"
As if she already knew — but wanted to hear it from him.
Cyan looked at her for a moment. His tone was low, almost hesitant.
"…It's Cyan."
Yuna gave a small smile, the kind that lingered in the air longer than it should have.
Cyan turned his gaze toward the window.
"You don't have to do anything today," he said flatly. "Just try to get along with the team and look around the office. If you want… bring Sam with you. He'll show you around."
Behind them, the ancient statue known as Sam came back to life.
Eyes full of tears, he looked at Cyan like a brother reborn.
In his mind, he whispered through telepathic loyalty,
Cyan… my real brother. I will never forget this. I'll name my first child Cyan, I swear.
But Yuna replied calmly,
"It's okay. Team Leader Mai already showed me around. I don't need Sam's help."
Sam died. Again.
Standing.
Ashes silently drifting upward…
Like he had never existed.
Cyan gave a small nod.
"Alright. You can go back to your seat… or do whatever you like."
Yuna paused beside him for just a moment more.
Then leaned in, just enough for only Cyan to hear.
With a quiet whisper, she asked:
"…Do you still hate me?"
Then, without waiting for his answer—
She walked away and sat down.
Cyan glanced behind yuna with one eye — just for a second.
Like he was hiding something deep.
Something heavy.
Then he looked at Sam's seat and muttered under his breath,
"May you rest in peace."
But suddenly—
Like a devil descending from the skies—
Sam appeared, overflowing with fiery rage, pointing an imaginary spear at Cyan.
"What did you just say, you lowly, filthy human?! Haaaaaah?!"
Cyan looked at him once.
Just one cold, deadpan look.
It was enough.
The fear of a thousand lifetimes hit Sam's soul.
The raging hell king turned into a frightened kitten.
He slumped back into his chair, defeated.
"…Bruh," he sniffled. "Why… why does Yuna never notice my love?"
Cyan glanced at him with pure disgust.
"Are you for real?"
He sighed, sat up straight, and turned back to his screen.
"If you bother me again, I'll show Boss Mai that drunk video where you said, and I quote—
'That bish Mai… one day, I'll make her my servant. I'll show her.'"
Sam instantly dropped to the floor like a man worshipping a god.
He grabbed Cyan's leg with both hands, eyes serious and wide.
Cyan blinked. "Hmm?"
Then—
"BOHOOOO!!"
Sam started crying like a waterfall.
"Nooo, Cyan, please don't! I'll never bother you again! Anything but that! Please!!"
Cyan pulled his leg back like it was touched by a cursed spirit.
Sam collapsed in a puddle of his own overdramatics.
The entire room went silent except for the sound of tears splashing against the floor.
From the right, Yuna casually whispered,
"Did a tsunami hit or something?"
Sam stopped crying instantly and sat back in his chair—
Completely normal…
Like nothing happened…
Cyan kept working steadily, fingers gliding across the keyboard.
Even the broken-hearted Sam had returned to his seat, typing with a heavy soul.
Time flowed by.
The clock ticked to 1:00 PM.
And just like that, everyone in the room slumped — as if they'd been trapped in a cave for years and finally saw the sun.
Suddenly, Cyan stood up and began walking out silently.
But Sam, ever the spy, locked eyes on him from behind.
He sprang up and sneakily followed, then gave a light back-smack.
"Cyaaaan! At least say something when you're leaving!"
Cyan let out a soft sigh.
"I know I don't have to. You always follow me anyway."
"Hehe," Sam chuckled. "So… where are we going now? Usual canteen? Or out?"
"Usual," Cyan replied, walking ahead.
They reached the canteen — quiet, a little dim, and comfortingly familiar.
Cyan sat at his usual spot near the window, the one no one else ever touched.
Outside, the blossom tree swayed gently, its pink leaves fluttering like soft rain.
Cyan stared out at it silently, letting the peace sink in.
For just a moment…
The world was quiet.
Just like always, Sam looked over and saw Cyan's peaceful face — calm, almost weightless.
And somehow, it filled Sam's heart.
Like he had been staring at a blank, lifeless desert…
And suddenly, it bloomed into a green, living forest.
For once, Sam didn't say a word.
He didn't make a joke.
He just sat beside Cyan, looking out the window quietly.
The soft rustle of pink petals danced outside.
The warm air of the canteen carried the scent of simmering lunch.
And Sam, usually loud and restless…
Simply waited for their food.
Patiently.