New Year Countdown Angst | (WLW) LingOrm

New Year Countdown Angst | (WLW) LingOrm

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During Channel 3's New Year Countdown live event, Ling expects the usual-laughter, games, and Orm right by her side, like always. But when the countdown begins and Ling finds herself alone, watching Orm wrapped around someone else, something shifts. A strange, unfamiliar tension coils inside her, something she refuses to name. It's not jealousy. It can't be. Yet, as the cheers erupt and the new year arrives, Ling realizes that for the first time, she and Orm aren't standing in the same place. BASED ON REAL EVENTS? ;)
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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. Prologue The first time Ling met Orm, she was six years old, hiding behind her mother's leg at a bustling café filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was her parents' favorite place, though she never paid much attention to it-until that day. Orm, a little girl in an oversized apron, stood on her tiptoes behind the counter, stacking sugar packets with intense focus. She looked up, locking eyes with Ling, and grinned. "You wanna help?" Orm had asked, holding out a packet. Ling hesitated. She had never been invited to do something so ordinary before. But the warmth in Orm's voice was different from the polished, rehearsed greetings she was used to. From that moment on, Ling and Orm were inseparable. Their differences never seemed to matter. Ling, with her designer dresses and chauffeur-driven rides, and Orm, in her simple clothes, always smelling faintly of coffee beans and warm pastries. They built their own world within the walls of that small café, sharing secrets, dreams, and laughter. But some things were never said out loud. Orm never told Ling that her heart raced whenever Ling smiled at her. Or that she memorized every little habit-the way Ling twirled her straw in iced coffee, or how she tapped her nails against the table when she was deep in thought. And Ling? She was blissfully unaware, believing that nothing between them would ever change. Until the day she fell in love with someone else.

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