Short Stories-Lingorm

BTS-Finale

Ling and Orm had done it—they found a way to exist in their own space, balancing the pressures of the industry with their desire to stay true to themselves. After they set their boundaries, something shifted. The fans noticed how comfortable they were around each other, how natural their interactions had become. There were no more forced moments, no need to act out for anyone’s expectations.

The fans, to their surprise, responded with overwhelming love and support. Ling and Orm’s authenticity shone through, and their friendship became the heart of what everyone admired. The intensity of their connection was still there, but it was on their terms now, free from the demands for fanservice. People saw them for who they really were—two people deeply connected, sharing something special, something real.

In the midst of this newfound peace, they found themselves spending more time together than ever, not just as co-stars or romantic leads, but as two women who had been through an emotional whirlwind together. Every laugh, every touch, every moment felt natural, easy. The tension they had once felt slowly faded into something deeper—something they couldn’t quite put into words.

One evening, after an eventful day of filming, they sat on Orm’s balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The quiet between them was comfortable, but there was an unspoken understanding in the air, something they both had been avoiding.

Ling broke the silence first. “You know, it’s funny… I always thought what I felt for you was something more. Something romantic.”

Orm smiled softly, her gaze fixed on the fading sky. “Me too. It felt so intense at the time. Like I couldn’t breathe if I didn’t figure it out.”

Mira chuckled. “And now?”

Orm turned to her, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Now, I think I see it for what it really is. You’ve always been my comfort, Ling. You made everything better when things got hard. But I don’t think it was love—not like we thought.”

Ling felt a weight lift off her chest. She had been holding onto the idea of their relationship being more than friendship, afraid that letting go of that would ruin what they had. But now, as she looked at Orm, she understood.

“It was never about romance,” Ling said quietly. “It was about us needing each other in the moment, when everything else was too much. We were each other’s safe space.”

Orn nodded, a soft smile on her lips. “Exactly. I think we mistook that connection for something else because it was so strong. But looking at it now…it feels like we’re more than that. We’re friends. Best friends. And I don’t think I want to risk losing that by trying to make it into something it’s not.”

Orm leaned back, letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Friendship doesn’t break, does it?”

“No,” Or. said with certainty, reaching out to take Ling’s hand. “It doesn’t. And I’d rather have this—what we have now—forever, than lose it trying to force something that was never meant to be.”

They sat in silence for a while, both of them coming to terms with the realization that what they felt for each other wasn’t romantic love, but something just as powerful. It was the kind of friendship that anchored you, that kept you grounded when the world felt too chaotic. It was the kind of bond that didn’t need labels or expectations, because it was built on trust, understanding, and the simple fact that they had each other’s backs.

Ling smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with romance, but everything to do with love—the kind of love that came from knowing you had found someone who would always be there, no matter what.

“I’m glad we figured this out,” Ling said softly, squeezing Orm’s hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a friend like you.”

Orm’s eyes sparkled as she grinned. “Same here. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

They stayed there for hours, talking about everything and nothing, like they always did. There were no more questions, no more confusion about what they were to each other. The pressure was gone, replaced with something far more enduring. Their friendship, something they once feared would shatter under the weight of their feelings, had become the foundation for something lifelong.

As the stars began to twinkle above them, Orm laughed softly. “Who knew? All this drama, and in the end, we’re just two idiots who really, really needed a friend.”

Ling laughed too, feeling lighter than she had in months. “Yeah, but it was worth it, wasn’t it? Because now we know. This—us—it’s the real deal.”

Orm nodded, her smile soft and content. “And nothing will ever break it.”

With that unspoken promise between them, they sat under the stars, no longer tangled in expectations or fear. They were free—free to be themselves, to love each other in the way that mattered most, as friends who would stand by each other through everything.

In the end, they realized that sometimes, the deepest relationships aren’t romantic at all. Sometimes, the love you need most is the kind that doesn’t ask for anything more than to just be. And that’s what they had—a friendship that wouldn’t break, no matter what came next.

The End.

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A/n: Yes, I'm bored and if you know me well, you'll know im a fan of twisting endings.  Haha. Lemme know if you want me to continue making stories for Lingorm.

Been a while since I wrote anything here again. Hope everything's going well for everyone.