My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Orm's pov

It was late when I finally got home, the kind of night where the silence almost felt thick around me. The soft click of the door echoed in the hallway as I stepped inside, expecting to be greeted by the stillness of the empty house. But then I heard something—faint, but unmistakable—the sound of pots clattering in the kitchen.

I felt my heart skip a beat, and I rushed towards the kitchen, the sudden thought that something might be wrong pushing me forward. But when I rounded the corner, I stopped in my tracks, feeling a mixture of surprise and amusement.

There, standing in front of the stove, was Ling, her back to me as she fiddled with something in a pan. Her hair was a bit of a mess, and her brow was furrowed in concentration. I could smell something slightly... burnt.

"Ling!" I called out, half-laughing, half-surprised.

She turned to me, a sheepish smile on her face. "I tried to cook something for you... but I think I'm not that good at cooking," she admitted, holding up a plate with a rather burnt-looking omelette sitting sadly in the middle.

I couldn't help but smile at her effort. "You're good at everything, Ling," I reassured her, walking over to grab a fork. "Here, let me take a bite." I speared a piece of the omelette and brought it to my mouth. The second it hit my tongue, I knew it wasn't good—bitter, overly crispy, and with a charred aftertaste that made me want to spit it out.

But I swallowed it down with all the grace I could muster, forcing a smile and giving her a thumbs-up. "Delicious!" I said, my voice betraying none of the actual taste.

Her eyes lit up with hope. "Really?"

"Mhm," I hummed, going for another piece. I held it up to her, grinning. "Here, try it!"

She hesitated but took the fork, bringing the bite to her lips. The moment it hit her taste buds, her face twisted into a grimace, and she scrunched her nose in disgust.

"Liar," she accused, shoving the plate towards me. "It tastes like cardboard."

I laughed, setting the plate aside. "I know. I'm sorry." I reached out and squeezed her hand. "But you're good at everything else, okay?"

Ling's shoulders slumped in defeat, though I could tell she wasn't really upset. "Okay..." she muttered.

I gave her a teasing smile, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. "Now, my perfect girlfriend, you will sit over there while I clean up this mess and make us a dinner *worthy* of your excellence."

Ling raised an eyebrow at me. "You won't. I know you're sore from yesterday too. Don't try to act tough."

"I'm not," I said, trying to sound convincing, even though a small twinge in my muscles gave me away. "I feel fine."

She crossed her arms and gave me a knowing look. "You do, huh? Orm, I'm sore and you only did that three times. I did seven for you."

I couldn't help but blush at the reminder. "Okay, fine. Maybe I'm a little sore."

"Exactly." She pointed to the nearest chair. "So you're going to sit down and relax. I took medicine. I'm fine. *I'll* cook something I actually know how to cook. Omelettes are too complicated."

I rolled my eyes, but I knew there was no arguing with her when she was in this mood. "Fine, I know you won't let me win this."

With that settled, I watched as she moved around the kitchen, much more confidently now. She began preparing something else, this time with a focus that told me she was determined to make up for the omelette fiasco.

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After a little while, Ling served up a delicious plate of Pad Thai. The fragrant smell filled the kitchen, and my mouth watered just from the sight of it. I took a bite and smiled—this was *actually* delicious, not like the earlier attempt.

"Ling, this is amazing!" I said between bites.

She grinned proudly, watching me devour the meal as if her confidence had been restored. "I told you, omelettes are just too tricky."

After dinner, Ling decided to take a bath, leaving me to tidy up. As she disappeared into the bathroom, I glanced at the bed. The sheets from last night were still there, and I knew how much Ling hated anything sticky or messy. With a sigh, I stripped the bed and replaced the sheets, tossing the old ones into the laundry. It wasn't a big deal, but I knew she'd appreciate it.

When Ling emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas, her hair still damp from the shower, she smiled at me. "Thanks for changing the sheets," she said softly, her eyes warm.

"You're welcome," I replied, giving her a wink. "Now, I'll take my shower." I grabbed a towel and made my way to the bathroom, feeling the tension in my muscles begin to ease as the hot water cascaded over my skin.

Despite the warmth of the water, I couldn't stop smiling. There was something about being in love—knowing that someone loves you back just as much. It wasn't the kind of love that hurt, the kind where you're left yearning for someone who'll never be yours. No, this was the good kind, the kind that made everything feel brighter.

I finished up and dried off, stepping out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Ling was already in bed, fast asleep. Her peaceful expression made my heart swell, and I quietly slipped under the covers beside her. As I lay down, she stirred slightly, her hand reaching out to pull me close.

"Smelly," she muttered sleepily.

I chuckled softly. "Bad smell?"

"No..." She nuzzled closer to me, her breath tickling my skin. "Marvelous smell."

I smiled, my heart feeling light as I closed my eyes, letting her warmth lull me into sleep.

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They are so cute!!!!