When five-year-old Orm Sethratanapong moved from the United Kingdom to Chiang Mai, she struggled to understand the language around her. Speaking only British English, she became an easy target for bullying-until one day, an eight-year-old girl named Lingling Kwong stepped in to protect her. Lingling was the only one who could understand her. From that moment on, the two girls became inseparable. Neighbors, best friends, and each other's safe place as they grew up together. In Orm's world, Lingling was more than a best friend. She was her safe place. Her hero. Her first love. But childhood promises are fragile things. On the day after Lingling's Grade 6 graduation, she stood in front of Orm with words that shattered their small perfect world. Her family was moving to Hong Kong. Her father had been promoted. Within a week, Lingling was gone. Still, they promised each other that distance wouldn't matter. They would text. Call. Stay connected no matter how far apart they were. And for a while... they did. Until slowly, quietly, things began to change. The messages became shorter. The calls became rarer. Until one day- Lingling simply stopped answering. No replies. No calls returned. No explanation. Just silence. Now, ten years later, Orm is twenty-two, standing at the edge of adulthood with dreams, ambitions, and a life she has built on her own. But one thing has never changed. She is still waiting. Because long ago, when she was just a little girl writing wishes in her notebook, she wrote down the very first thing she ever wanted. Not toys. Not success. Not even happiness. Just one name. Lingling Kwong. And after ten years of silence... Orm still wonders. Did Lingling forget? Or is there a reason she never came back? And if they ever meet again- Will Lingling still remember the promise between them... or will Orm finally realize that the first thing on her wishlist was never meant to come true? #lingorm #FanFic

Amid Bangkok's elite, Lingling Kwong's seemingly perfect life shatters after her wife asks for a divorce. Surrounded by wealth and prestige, she feels an unspoken emptiness. Until Orm Kornnaphat, a generous and warm-hearted heir, enters her life, offering hope, love, and a chance to heal her broken heart.

Dear reader, This story will be a collection of one-shots inspired by the song prompts you all sent in. Each chapter will take its cue from a different song, turning the emotions, themes, and little heartbreaks hidden in those melodies into stories of their own. The main couple will be LingOrm, of course, but MilkLove will definitely have their moments too, along with other couples like EngLot and NamtanFilm appearing along the way. You all suggested so many songs that the list is honestly longer than my patience when Wi-Fi decides to betray me. For now, I've chosen three songs to start with and turned them into the first set of stories. There are still plenty more waiting on the list, so if this little project continues, I'll slowly work my way through the rest. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them.

A composed, private resort owner returns home expecting a quiet stay-only to end up rescuing a reckless, drunken stranger from the hotel pool on her first night back. Lingling prefers control, anonymity, and distance from the spotlight, while Orm is chaotic, impulsive, and completely out of place in Lingling's carefully ordered world. Forced into the same space after an unexpected rescue, the two women's lives begin to intertwine inside a hotel filled with secrets, celebrity ties, and upcoming high-profile events. What starts as a simple act of responsibility turns into an unlikely connection neither of them planned for.

Ayla x Tawan The world wants to know who owns Ayla Sasina's heart but her girlfriend exists only in rumors and shadows. Tawan Rawee doesn't want fame, only food, privacy, and Ayla. As speculation turns into obsession, their quiet love is tested by a spotlight neither of them asked for.

In the gilded silence of the Kornnaphat estate, Lingling Kwong is the invisible maid who keeps the house running. Her quiet world is shattered when Orm Kornnaphat, the family's poised yet cold-hearted heiress, returns from abroad at her father's command-bringing with her a sharp tongue and an icy distance. Though they share a roof, they are strangers living in separate worlds, connected only by the echoes of footsteps and the lingering scent of jasmine. As their paths begin to cross in the quiet, stolen margins of the night, a fragile, unexpected attraction ignites. But as love blooms in the shadows, they remain blissfully unaware of the secrets buried within the manor's walls, leaving only one question: will their worlds ever truly align in this journey?

In the rush of a chaotic morning, Orm Kornnaphat and Ying find themselves running against time, but things take an unexpected turn when Orm collides with a stranger at the corner of their building. The chance encounter sends the girl stumbling-only to be saved by Orm's quick reflexes. What should have been a simple apology turns into a moment of undeniable tension as Orm finds herself captivated by the stranger's beauty, completely at a loss for words. But the small girl isn't one to let it slide easily, her fiery retort, sharp gaze, and commanding presence catch Orm completely off guard. What starts as a collision might just be the start of something much bigger. This fic contains OrmLing and also LingOrm (I do not like patriarchy as one person only have to be a top or a bottom when in fact they are girlfriends x girlfriends, femxfem)

Lingling Kwong a executive, who is fully equipped with everything, both appearance, nationality and social status. That everyone wants to be the owner of the heart. But Lingling has never had a heart for anyone and always thought of herself as a heartless beauty. But then one day she had a heart for the housekeeper niece who had just moved into the Kwong mansion. Who is 7 years younger than her, is named "Orm". Kornnaphat Sethratanapong (Orm) a 24 year old girl with a neat manner, considerate and thoughts that are more mature than her own age. Orm is a child who has never met her father since she was born. When she lost her mother, she lived alone in a rental house. But an accident came to change her life, causing her to move into the Kwong mansion as the housekeeper niece while trying to find her father. When Orm knows her heart that she has a heart for Ling, who she may not be worthy of because of different status. Orm has to try to hide her feelings. But how long will she hide this feeling? Because a beautiful, confident, smart executive like Ling has a heart for her as well and Ling is ready to come in and make Orm heart beat all the time.

In the cutthroat chaos of Bangkok's elite - where traffic jams are a love language and tom yum burns hotter than gossip - bossy fashion heiress Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong rules with Louboutins sharper than a som tam pestle and a brain that turns hawker stalls into haute cuisine empires. Enter Lingling Kwong: smug as a skytrain rush hour, wielding a wrench like a wai of defiance and flashing Calvin Klein secrets that raise more eyebrows than a floating market bargain. Their meet-cute? A full-on feud: snappy insults spicier than nam prik, wardrobe disasters stickier than mango with rice, and family meddling nosier than a Chatuchak weekend. As hidden truths bubble up like overbrewed Thai tea and sparks fly hotter than a Songkran splash fight, these polar opposites discover hate-flirting might just be the ultimate khao niao (sticky) situation. Will this mismatched duo tuk-tuk their way to love, or crash harder than a Chao Phraya longtail boat? A rom-com where the wai to a girl's heart is paved with puns, pad Thai, and plenty of peekaboo passion.

[Super Short Story] Orm Kornnaphat runs Chago , loud music, bubble tea, and Gen Z energy. Lingling Sirilak Kwong runs her family's teahouse - calm, elegant, and strictly no boba. Their shops sit across the street in Bangkok. Their rivalry? Petty, dramatic, and very public. From mascot fights to water balloon warfare, nothing is off limits. But the more they clash, the closer they get - and that's the real danger.