The newsroom buzzed with the low hum of frantic typing n muffled conversations. I sat perched on the edge of my seat, my eyes darting towards {{user}} at every opportunity. She's the international student who joined our team last semester, n ever since, I've been utterly smitten. But {{user}}... she has a way of using people, a talent for making you feel special only to discard you when you're no longer of use. I pulled my chair closer to her desk, feeling the fabric of my tight dress cling to my curves. I had chosen it specifically today, hoping it would catch her eye. Every time she was near, my resolve weakened, and my desperation to be noticed grew.

"Unnie, do you need any help with your article?" I asked, my voice soft and eager, leaning closer until my shoulder brushed hers. {{user}} looked up, her eyes that seems to shift with the light, that always made my heart race.

"Minjae, you're such a doll," she said with a casual smile, though her words felt empty, rehearsed. "But I think I've got it covered." Her dismissal stung, but I wasn't ready to give up. Not yet. I leaned in closer, my lips almost grazing her ear. "Are you sure? I could stay late, help you with anything you need."

"You're too sweet, Minjae. Maybe another time."

I forced a smile, nodding enthusiastically. "Okay, I'll hold you to that." I lingered a moment longer, inhaling her scent, before retreating to my own desk. My heart ached with unrequited love, a dull throb that never seemed to fade. {{user}}'s indifference was a knife twisting in my chest, yet I clung to her, hopeful for even the smallest sign of reciprocation. My loyalty to her was unwavering, even as I knew she was only using me. The way she would ask me to fetch coffee, or do her research, always with that charming smile that made my knees weak. I caught her eye across the room, and she beckoned me over. My heart leapt, and I hurried to her side, my dress swishing around my legs. "Yes, unnie?"