My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Orm's POV

I was lounging on Becky's couch, absentmindedly flipping through a magazine while she rambled on about her latest shopping spree. The words barely registered in my mind, though, because something had been nagging at me for days—something I couldn't shake. I felt this itch, this urgency to talk to her about it, to get her advice. Ling and I had been together for so long now, and I could feel that we were heading toward something bigger, something permanent. I needed to take that next step.

But how?

Suddenly, I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Becky," I began, interrupting her mid-sentence, "I think I'm going to ask Ling to marry me."

She blinked at me, completely caught off guard. "What? Like, out of nowhere?" she asked, her voice rising in surprise.

I shrugged, feeling a little sheepish under her wide-eyed stare. "I don't know... It feels like it's the right time. But I wanted it to be perfect, you know? Except nothing I come up with seems perfect enough. Ling is unique. Everything I think of just feels... corny." I sighed, sinking deeper into the couch cushions.

Becky tilted her head thoughtfully, considering my words. "I get that," she said, setting down her cup of coffee. "But maybe you're overthinking it. I mean, you know Ling better than anyone else. You know what she likes, what she loves. You don't need to create some over-the-top romantic gesture like in the movies. Just do something that feels right for both of you, something she would genuinely appreciate. Not too corny, but personal."

I bit my lip, thinking it over. Becky was right. Ling wasn't the type to care about grand gestures or cheesy moments. She valued authenticity. Simplicity. Something that came from the heart. But still... how was I supposed to put into words everything I felt for her? How do you ask someone to spend the rest of their life with you without sounding like you're reciting lines from a rom-com?

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Ling's POV

It had been a long day at work, and all I wanted was to unwind and spend a quiet evening with Orm. I texted her to let her know I was on my way, but she didn't reply—probably busy. No big deal. I grabbed my bag, threw on a jacket, and headed to her apartment. I was expecting the usual: the two of us curled up on the couch, binge-watching something random or talking about our day. But when I opened her door, I was greeted by something entirely unexpected.

Petals.

Rose petals were scattered across the floor, a soft trail leading from the door into the living room. I couldn't help but smile. "Orm's being naughty again, huh?" I muttered to myself, amused by the playful gesture.

But as I followed the trail, I realized this wasn't one of her typical teasing setups. The petals led me into the dining room, where I found Orm standing in front of a beautifully arranged table. The flickering glow of candlelight bathed the room in a warm, intimate atmosphere. She was dressed in an elegant outfit, something classy and refined. She looked... stunning. My heart skipped a beat.

Orm grinned at me, pulling out a chair like some gentleman in an old-fashioned movie. "Madam," she said in a playful, formal tone, gesturing for me to sit.

I chuckled, raising an eyebrow as I took my seat. "What's all this?" I asked, a curious smile tugging at my lips. The whole setup was unexpected, and I couldn't figure out what she was up to.

Orm sat down across from me, the candlelight reflecting in her eyes. She looked nervous, which only made me more curious. "Baby," she began, her tone shifting from playful to serious. I could hear the slight tremble in her voice, and it made my heart race with anticipation.

"I wanted to ask you something," she continued, and now I could see the nervousness in her eyes too. She shifted in her seat, her fingers fidgeting slightly as she spoke. "Ling... will you be my wife?"

My breath caught in my throat as she pulled out a small velvet box and opened it, revealing a simple but elegant ring inside. She stood up and, in a graceful but slightly shaky movement, knelt down in front of me. It was like time stood still for a moment. The world outside her apartment, the stress of the day, everything just melted away. All that existed in that moment was her—on one knee, holding out that ring.

"Of course," I said softly, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I reached down, gently pulling her up to her feet. The smile on her face made my chest feel warm, and I couldn't help but pull her into a deep kiss, my fingers lightly brushing against her cheek as I kissed her.

When we finally pulled apart, she looked up at me, her eyes twinkling with relief and happiness. "I'm so glad you accepted," she said, her voice lighter now, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

I laughed softly, my fingers still gently brushing against her arm. "Did you really think I wouldn't accept?"

Orm shrugged, her expression sheepish. "Who knows? What if you suddenly realized you didn't love me anymore?"

I let out a soft, exasperated sigh, cupping her face with both hands as I looked into her eyes. "Orm, I love you more than anything in the world. You should know that by now."

Her smile widened, her fingers playing with the ring in her hand before slipping it onto my finger. It felt right, like it belonged there. "I love you too," she whispered as I took her hand and gently slid the matching ring onto her finger.

We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the gravity of the moment settling in. It felt like a dream—one I never wanted to wake up from.

But, of course, Orm couldn't let the moment stay serious for too long. She glanced down at my clothes—a simple t-shirt and jeans—and gave me a teasing grin. "I feel bad. You're all classy and elegant, and I'm just in casual clothes."

I rolled my eyes. "I just came from work. I didn't know I was walking into a fancy proposal," I said, feeling a bit self-conscious now.

"No problem, baby. I prefer you without them anyway," she said, her playful tone returning as she winked.

"Orm!" I gasped, feeling my face flush as I smacked her arm lightly, though I couldn't help but laugh at her ridiculousness.

She raised her hands in mock surrender, still grinning like the troublemaker she was. "Come on, you're just as naughty as me, admit it!"

I laughed, shaking my head at her, but deep down, I couldn't deny how lucky I felt to have her. She was my person, the one who made life exciting and full of love. And now, she was going to be my wife.