My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Orm's pov

The shrill sound of my alarm cut through the stillness of the morning, dragging me out of a deep, comfortable sleep. "Urgh, Monday," I groaned, half tempted to throw my phone across the room. But as I opened my eyes, the sight next to me instantly lifted my mood.

"Good morning," I said, a smile spreading across my face as I took in the familiar figure lying beside me.

"Good morning," Ling replied, her voice soft and warm as her hand gently caressed my cheek. "Still tired?"

"Just sleepy," I mumbled, closing my eyes again for a brief moment before snapping them open, afraid I'd drift back to sleep.

"I wonder why," she teased, her eyes twinkling with a knowing look that made me blush.

"I'm going to take a shower," I announced, dragging myself out of bed and heading toward the bathroom, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"I'm going too," she declared, already moving to follow me.

I turned to her with a smirk. "Hmhm, no way. I know exactly what kind of shower you're planning."

"Mean," she pouted, crossing her arms as I closed the door behind me, her mock irritation only making me chuckle.

Under the warm spray of the shower, I felt myself waking up, the water washing away the last traces of sleep. When I finally emerged, refreshed and more alert, Ling was lying on the bed, the blanket draped loosely over her body as she scrolled through something on her phone. Her eyes flicked up to me, lingering for a moment as if she were checking me out, but her luck ran out—my towel was securely wrapped around me.

She rolled her eyes playfully before getting up, giving me a quick, soft peck on the lips as she passed by and disappeared into the bathroom.

I started rummaging through her wardrobe, searching for the spare clothes I kept here. To my surprise, I found them neatly folded among her clothes. The realization made me smile—she was comfortable with me, more so than she let on. It was sweet, in a way that warmed my heart.

As the bathroom door opened, my eyes were drawn to Ling, her body glistening with water, a towel casually draped over her shoulder rather than covering her.

"Why don't you use the towel?" I asked, half-amused, half-concerned.

She gave me a teasing grin. "You've already seen it all, and besides, I want you to see what you've done to me," she said, pointing to her chest, which was covered in hickeys—marks I'd left the night before.

But as she turned to grab something from the wardrobe, my eyes caught on something else—scratches running down her back.

"Who did this?" I asked, my voice suddenly serious.

"You and your long nails," she replied with a reassuring smile, shrugging it off. "But it's okay," she added, leaning in to give me another quick peck before heading back to the bathroom.

...

After class, I trudged back home, ready to collapse after a long day. But as soon as I opened the door, I found my dad waiting for me, his expression dark.

"Where were you?!" he demanded, his voice sharp.

"University," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"And last night?"

"Ling's place," I answered, feeling a sense of dread building in my chest.

"I knew it," he spat, his eyes narrowing. "I felt something was off that day I walked in on you two kissing, but now seeing those marks on your neck, I'm sure of what happened."

"Why are you talking like this?" I asked, confusion and anger mixing in my gut.

"Because I'm disgusted! You homosexual freak! What kind of woman do you think you are, acting like this?"

"Dad, you have no right to lecture me about relationships when you couldn't even handle your own!" I shot back, my voice rising despite myself.

"See? She's already converting you! You're going to break up with her before she turns you into some kind of...homosexual!"

"No," I said firmly, standing my ground.

"Then I'm sending you to the U.S.," he snapped, his voice cold and final. "You'll be far away from her."

"If you do that, I'm moving in with Mom," I threatened, desperation creeping into my voice.

"You can't. You chose to live with me."

"That was when I was 18! I can change it now," I argued, but his face twisted with fury, his hands balling into fists.

"Listen to me! You are going to break up with that bitch and head to the U.S., where you will study and, hopefully, stop this...homosexual behavior."

"But—"

"And don't you dare disrespect my orders!"

"But Dad, I love her," I pleaded, my voice cracking.

"You don't even know what love is! Now, you're going to call her over here and end this nonsense."

"Fine, Dad," I said, feeling utterly defeated.

...

When Ling arrived, I opened the door, my heart aching. "Hey, babe," she greeted me with a smile, moving in for a hug, but I stepped back, avoiding her touch.

"Ling, we can't be together anymore," I blurted out, my voice hollow.

"What? What's going on? Was it something I did this morning? I was just trying to cool down..." she trailed off, confused and hurt in her eyes.

"No, Ling, I'm breaking up with you," I said, each word cutting me deeper than the last.

"Why? After everything...after last night?" Her voice broke, and I knew I was shattering her heart.

"Ling, we can't be together," I repeated, desperately searching for something to make her hate me—anything to protect her from my father's wrath. "Last night...I didn't think of you like you."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Everything just happened because I was thinking of someone else... Bright."

"You're kidding," she said, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Ling, I'm not. I'm just telling you because it was all fake."

"So, it was all fake? Everything?" she asked, tears streaming down her face as I nodded, feeling my soul crack with each tear she shed. Then she turned and left, leaving me feeling empty and broken.

"Happy now?!" I yelled at my father, fury blazing in

"This is for your own good," he said, his voice maddeningly calm as he turned toward the living room. "Oh, and pack up-you're going to the U.S. for four years."

'Four years? Ling will forget me if I'm gone that long!' I I screamed in my mind 'I love her! Nothing was fake!'

"And don't you dare try running off with her, because I'll find you," he warned, his voice cold and unyielding..

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heartbroken ling