| lingorm | give me tough love [English version]

#7. (Side Story) high school

Today, Lingling went out with Ying and the F4 gang again. Early in the morning, she was disturbed by a series of good morning messages from the little one. Hearing that the kid had a gift for her made her less angry and a bit excited. Ying noticed her friend's good mood and teased her.

"Wow, why are you so happy today, bestie?"

"Nothing much. Just that little one said she has a gift for me, so I'm a bit excited."

"Why don't you two just get together already? It's been so ambiguous, isn't it annoying?"

"Ummm..."

Lingling thought about it and realized Ying was right. What is our relationship, Orm Kornnaphat? Are we sister or friends? Neither seems to fit! No friend would pinch cheeks, pat heads, or play with each other's faces like that. And there’s no sister who cares that much either. What the heck am I talking about, Lingling? I don't have feelings for her.

"You can't lie to yourself this time, Lingling Kwong. You have feelings for her."

Her own thoughts brought her mood down. Soon enough, they arrived at the snack street. The little one was standing right at the school gate, waving with her bright face. Lingling waved back indifferently with a vacant look in her eyes.

"Lingling Kwonggg, look what I have for you. Tadaaaa!"

Orm presented a keychain shaped like a sun, intricately woven with yarn, looking quite pretty. In one corner, it even had the initials 'LLK.'

"I made it myself! What do you think?" the kid beamed.

"Yeah, it's pretty, thanks, Orm," Lingling replied coldly.

"I also have a moon one," she said, showing a moon-shaped woven keychain.

Noticing the odd behavior from her older sister, Orm whispered to Prig:

"Hey Prig, can you find an excuse to take P'Ying somewhere for a bit? I need to talk to P'Lingling" Orm said seriously.

"Okay!" Prig patted her friend on the shoulder.

"Ying, do you know that new grocery store near school that sells cold noodles? Today I feel like we should go to that store"

"Oh wow, is this so strange? Did you forget to use formal language with me? I'm not in the mood to eat, so go invite someone else" Ying replied irritably.

Before Ying could say anything else, Prig quickly pulled her away.

"Follow me, big sister" she led Ying a distance away.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Once they reached a secluded corner, Prig stopped while Ying was still making a fuss. Prig tiptoed and pressed her thumb to Ying's lips. Instantly, Ying fell silent, her eyes wide open.

"Shhh 🤫 Be quiet, big sister."

"…"

"When I think about it, you’re so much older than me, yet you look so young" Prig teased.

"Yah, don’t tease me. If I get mad, no matter how small or old I am, I will beat you up until your face is swollen."

"Are you sure about that, big sister?"

"Sure!"

Prig tiptoed and wrapped her arms around Ying. The older sister was once again shocked by the 'unusual' touches from her junior. Not letting go, Prig continued:

"You can't even compare to me, look, you went silent just like that" Prig teased.

Not getting a response, she smiled and released her grip. Observing Ying's face, it had turned as red as a tomato.