"Love me while I'm still breathing." Orm Kaede has spent most of her life inside the white walls of Room 308, her body failing her little by little to a rare illness no one knows how to cure. She laughs anyway, at the tubes, at the silence, at the way hope keeps sneaking back even when it shouldn't. Dr. Ling Vienne, thirty-two, is the hospital's calmest storm, a palliative care physician who's learned never to get attached. Her hands heal what they can, her heart stays out of reach. When Ling becomes Orm's attending doctor, humor meets restraint, warmth meets distance and somewhere between IV lines and midnight checkups, something forbidden begins to bloom. A story about love that arrives too late, laughter that hides fear, and the impossible wish of a girl who just wanted to be loved before she couldn't breathe anymore.

What happens when your terror professor is actually your... fiancé? Orm Kornnaphat Sethranapong, young, brilliant, and the most promising professor at one of the country's most prestigious universities. She's feared for her perfectionist standards, admired for her intelligence, and pursued by many of the brightest minds her age. She's untouchable. Unshakable. Unreachable. Or so everyone thinks. Because behind her strict façade lies a secret: She's bound by an arrangement no one must ever know-an arranged marriage to one of her own students. Lingling Kwong, a third-year college student, is the school's beloved gem-elegant, kind, and gifted with a voice that could melt anyone's heart. She's the complete opposite of Orm's cold and exacting nature. They're not supposed to look at each other a second too long. Not supposed to touch. Not supposed to want. But how long can they keep pretending when every lecture, every glance, every accidental brush of their hands feel like crossing the line? In a world where rules and reputations mean everything, how do you hide a bond that was never supposed to exist? And what happens when the line between duty and desire begins to blur-inside the classroom and beyond?

Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanaphong is a beloved princess, surrounded by admirers and friends. But what twists await when she is summoned to attend the grand ceremony of another princess in Bangkok?

Synopsis: At Serene Hope Medical Center, internist Lingling Kwong and trauma surgeon Orm Kornnaphat are anything but serene. Lingling, known for her precision, discipline, and post-shift weightlifting, views Orm as a reckless scalpel-swinger with a God complex. Orm, a rising surgical star and viral vlogger, thinks Lingling is too cautious, too stiff and way too attractive when she's mad. When the hospital assigns them to co-lead a research initiative on improving surgical recovery outcomes, their professional clash turns personal. Forced to work together, they argue about treatment plans by day and awkwardly avoid eye contact by night... until bickering turns into lingering stares, jealousy sparks over gym partners and vlog followers, and sulking becomes the newest form of flirting. As their rivalry blurs into something softer and much more dangerous to their guarded hearts they must decide: will they keep drawing battle lines, or finally surrender to the tension that's been building with every chart signed and every elevator ride? Cross My Heart, Suture Yours is a slow-burn medical rom-com filled with scalpels, sass, gym-induced jealousy, hallway sulking, and the kind of love story that heals deeper than medicine ever could.

Prologue "Not all heartbreaks come from betrayal. Some grow from choices made in silence." They were happy once. Truly. Stupidly. Brilliantly happy. After the rivalry, the tension, the guarded hearts-Lingling and Orm had found each other. Two doctors, one heart. They stood in the dawn light outside the hospital, palms pressed, quiet smiles blooming. And for years, they made it work. Lingling soared in internal medicine-panels, journals, awards. Orm, ever proud, filmed her behind the scenes, smitten and steady. They shared shift schedules, socks, even toothbrushes. Fans adored their chemistry-Orm's teasing, Lingling's glares that always ended in a blush. But slowly, life crept in. Lingling picked rounds over date nights, grant proposals over cuddles. She missed anniversaries. Ignored Orm's soft pleas to rest, to breathe, to be there. Not out of malice. Just... neglect. Lingling believed love would hold on its own. But Orm was tired of holding it alone. "I miss us," Orm said once while Lingling typed away. "You never look at me the way you look at your career." Lingling didn't flinch. "My work matters." "And I don't?" Orm whispered. She didn't say no. She said nothing. That silence became a wound. Orm stopped filming at home. Stopped asking. Stopped hoping for a space in a life Lingling was building without her. Until one night, suitcase in hand, Orm stood by the door. "Do you even see me anymore, Ling?" Lingling didn't look up. That was all she needed. She left-no slammed doors, no last plea. Just a note on the fridge: "You chose your calling. I just wish you made room for me in it. - O." Lingling came home late. Read the note under harsh fluorescent light. And for the first time in years, she realized- She'd won every award. But lost her heart. Cross My Heart, Suture Yours: CODE RED

DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners. Introduction Hi.. I am a new writer here.. Please support my story.. I will try to update every week.. :) Prologue In a world divided by wealth and status, Ling Ling Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat were never meant to stand on equal ground. Ling, the privileged heiress of the powerful Kwong family, was raised in luxury, accustomed to getting whatever she desired. Orm, the daughter of a loyal servant, lived in the shadows of Ling's world, bound by duty and quiet submission. Despite sharing the same house and attending the same elite school, they were nothing alike. Ling saw Orm as nothing more than an unwelcome presence, a constant reminder of the divide between them. Orm, on the other hand, had long learned to endure Ling's scorn, swallowing her emotions and accepting her place as the silent observer in Ling's perfect life. But when a fateful decision binds them together in an unbreakable contract-an arranged marriage neither of them wants-resentment and buried emotions begin to surface.

It's an adaptation. I personally love this story so I wanted to make an adaptation. I think Ladaearn would fit in the story so I made it with them. Cr- nefrofer on aff

Two souls collide, fitting each other's hearts. As they grow, the circumstances arise. The love they built for years would break in a snap. Lingling Kwong as Stevan Nalani Arceta a well-known lawyer and Orm Kornnaphat as Gayle Aui Cortez a popular actress and a supermodel.

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.