My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Ling's pov

It was the afternoon, and Orm and I were on opposite teams during practice—a really bad idea considering she was mad at me. The tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing beneath Orm's calm exterior.

As the ball was sent soaring over the net, Orm leaped into the air with a fierce determination that made my heart skip a beat. Her spike came down with such force, aimed directly at me, that it felt like all her rage was concentrated in that one motion. The impact sent me crashing to my knees, the sting of the ball spreading through my body like a wildfire.

"Okay, let's take a break!" the coach called out, concern evident in his voice as he rushed over to check on me. But I waved him off, standing up on shaky legs. My focus was laser-sharp on Orm. Without a second thought, I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dressing room, the heat of anger and frustration radiating between us.

"What the fuck, Orm? Are you finally out of your mind? If you're mad at me, let's talk!" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and fury. I could hardly contain myself as I saw her expression—a blank, infuriating mask that said, *I don't give a fuck*.

"Why don't you talk to your girlfriend?" she spat out, her words like venom, sharp and cold.

"You're still mad about that?" I asked, incredulous.

"Fuck off, Ling," she snapped. As she reached for the door, I slammed it shut, pressing her back against it with the weight of my frustration. The sound echoed through the room, as if sealing us both in a cage of unresolved tension.

"I think you're spending so much time with Bright that you're starting to act like him," I hissed, my face mere inches from hers. She rolled her eyes, dismissing my words like they were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

"She's not my girlfriend. I just didn't want you two to fight there. I gave her notebook back after you left," I explained, trying to steady my breathing, trying to get her to understand.

"I don't care," she shot back, her voice breaking slightly, "You chose her instead of me."

"Why should I choose you? You're just my brother's girlfriend," I said, my words harsh, though I regretted them the moment they left my lips.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, the hurt she tried so hard to hide finally breaking through. "I thought you had a crush on me. Well, maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up," she muttered, pushing past me, her voice cracking. She left the room, and I was left standing there, feeling like the worst person in the world.

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Ling's pov

"Open, open, open," I whispered under my breath, knocking urgently on Orm's front door. My heart was pounding, the silence of the night only amplifying the sound of my racing thoughts.

"Kwong? Good to see you," her father greeted me warmly as he opened the door. "I'll call Orm."

I waited, the seconds stretching out like hours until I heard her soft footsteps approaching. When she appeared in the doorway, my heart sank. Her eyes were swollen—had she been crying?

"Were you crying?" Her father asked, concern lacing his tone.

"I saw a sad movie," she lied smoothly, her voice steady, but I knew the truth. I knew why she was crying.

"Orm, can I talk to you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle, though my chest felt tight with worry.

"We are talking," she replied, her tone clipped and distant.