My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Ling's POV:

I watched them leaving, but a sudden rustle behind me made my heart skip a beat. Orm had appeared silently, standing just a few inches away, her presence unsettling in its quietness.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, her voice soft and curious.

"Just thinking," I replied, trying to shake off the unease that had settled over me.

"About?"

"Nothing important. Let's go upstairs." I forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside. Orm nodded, still observing me with those sharp, perceptive eyes that always seemed to see through me.

As we headed to my room, Bright's door opened, and he stepped out, looking flustered. His presence immediately heightened the tension.

"Hey, babe, I'm sorry. My friend was calling me," he explained hurriedly, but his words only fueled the fire within me—rage, anger, jealousy, all bubbling to the surface.

"Orm, can you step into my room for a second?" I asked, keeping my tone as calm as possible. She gave me a confused nod and walked in. I shut the door behind her, leaving Bright and me alone in the corridor.

"First, let me explai—"

"Explain? Seriously, Bright, get a hint." My voice was laced with anger, each word cutting through the air like a knife. "You chose your friend over your girlfriend? Do you even realize she was crying downstairs?!"

"She was?" he asked, clueless as ever.

"That's your problem, Bright. You're so damn lucky to have her. I know at least fifty people who would kill to be with her," I said, silently including myself in that number but never letting him know. "Can you at least give her a bit of attention? She's your girlfriend, not a toy. She has feelings. She was sad, and you weren't there for her because you were talking to a friend. Do you even talk to her, or do you only kiss her? Because from the way she looked, I doubt you two have been using your mouths to communicate."

"Okay, then let me talk to her—"

"No. You listen to what I said, process it, and then start treating her the way she deserves. Don't confront her about being sad. Just be natural, show her you care. Don't take her for granted, damn it!" I snapped, my anger finally spilling over. I turned on my heel and opened my door, leaving him to stew in his thoughts.

Narrator's POV:

Orm was in Ling's room, her fingers brushing over the spines of the books on the shelf, her face thoughtful. She wasn't just browsing; she was trying to distract herself, to push away the emotions that were undoubtedly brewing inside her after overhearing Ling's conversation with Bright.

Ling's voice softened as she approached Orm, the anger from moments before dissipating. "What are you looking for?"

Orm turned to face her, sincerity in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, her voice laced with genuine gratitude.

"Huh?"

"For saying that to him."

"You heard?" Ling asked, worry creeping into her voice as she realized how loud her confrontation with Bright must have been.

"You screamed a little bit," Orm admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. He needed to hear that."

"Why haven't you ever said that to him?"

"I'm just his girlfriend. You're his older sister. He would never listen to me the way he listens to you."