Danger ⚠️

Chapitre 17

The world already knew.

Thanks to Orm’s little slip, their engagement had spread like wildfire, setting the internet ablaze with excitement, theories, and sheer joy from their fans. But now, Ling and Orm had a chance to do it their way—to officially share their happiness with the world, on their own terms.

It was the morning after Ling had returned from Hong Kong. The sun had barely risen, casting a golden glow over the city, but the couple was already awake. Orm lay sprawled across the couch, scrolling through her phone with a groan, while Ling sat beside her, sipping coffee, her legs draped lazily over Orm’s lap.

“Babe,” Orm mumbled, rubbing her temples. “People are already making wedding edits of us.”

Ling raised an eyebrow, peering at her phone. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

Orm sighed dramatically. “I still can’t believe I ruined our grand reveal.”

Ling smirked, leaning over to kiss Orm’s cheek. “Baby, you didn’t ruin anything. You just… expedited the process.”

Orm shot her a glare. “That’s a fancy way of saying I messed up.”

Ling chuckled, taking Orm’s phone and setting it aside. “You worry too much. Besides, today, we’re making it official our way.”

Orm let out a deep breath before nodding. “You’re right. So how do you want to do this?”

Ling smirked. “Let’s start simple.”

She picked up her phone, opened Instagram, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, snapped a picture of their intertwined hands—Orm’s engagement ring sparkling against the morning light.

Then, she typed out a single caption:

“Forever with you. 💍 #SheSaidYes”

She hit post.

Orm barely had time to react before her phone started vibrating like crazy.

“Oh my god, Ling—”

Ling laughed, throwing her arms around Orm’s shoulders. “Too late, baby. The world knows our way now.”

The reaction was instant.

Within minutes, their post had millions of likes, thousands of comments, and the entire country of Thailand (and beyond) losing its mind over the official confirmation.

@fan1: “I AM CRYING. THIS IS REAL. OUR QUEENS ARE ENGAGED. 😭💍”

@fan2: “We knew, but getting the confirmation straight from them? I AM SHAKING.”

@fan3: “This is the love story of the century. When’s the wedding? WHERE’S THE WEDDING?”

Even their celebrity friends and colleagues had chimed in.

@Junji: “Finally, these two idiots are official-official. We’ve been suffering in silence knowing for weeks. Congrats, babies!!”

@Ying: “Do I get to be the maid of honor or what? Asking for a friend. (The friend is me.)”

@P’Mam: “Guess I’ll have to clear my schedule for the biggest wedding of the year. Can’t wait. ❤️”

And of course, Mae Koy had the most Mae Koy response of all:

@MaeKoy: “About damn time. Now, where’s my champagne?”

Orm groaned, burying her face in her hands. “We’ve created a monster.”

Ling laughed, hugging her tightly. “Correction, you created a monster when you forgot to take off your ring, my love.”

Orm huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she reached for Ling’s hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Well, at least now there’s no doubt. You’re mine.”

Ling smirked, her free hand resting on Orm’s jaw. “Oh, baby, I’ve always been yours.”

And just like that, with the world watching, they stepped into their next chapter—together.

Their soft moment was interrupted by Orm’s phone buzzing again. She groaned, reaching for it—only to freeze when she saw the name on the screen.

P’Dew.

Ling raised an eyebrow. “Oh. That’s not good.”

Orm gulped. “She found out through Twitter, baby. Twitter. I am so dead.”

Ling laughed. “Well, we were going to tell her soon anyway.”

Orm stared at her, horrified. “You don’t understand. P’Dew has the patience of a saint—until she doesn’t. And this? This is the doesn’t part.”

Ling shrugged. “Only one way to find out.” She took Orm’s phone and answered the call for her, putting it on speaker.

The second the line connected—

“LING KWONG! ORM KORNNAPHAT! WHAT THE HELL?!”

Orm flinched. “Oh no.”

Ling smirked. “Good morning, P’Dew.”

“Good morning?! You forgot to tell me that you’re ENGAGED?! Do you know how that makes me look? Do you have any idea the number of executives calling me for statements?! I HAD TO FIND OUT THROUGH A HASHTAG, YOU TWO!”

Orm winced. “Okay, but—”

“No ‘but’! You’re both coming to Channel 3 today. Immediately. We need to talk.”

The line went dead.

Ling hummed, tossing Orm’s phone back onto the bed. “Well, that went well.”

Orm groaned, flopping onto her back. “Baby, I’m scared.”

Ling laughed, straddling her waist and pressing a kiss to her nose. “Come on, love. Let’s go face our doom.”

The drive to Channel 3 was surprisingly calm, given the chaos of the morning. Orm kept checking her phone like a woman about to walk into battle, while Ling was the picture of serenity, scrolling through fan comments and laughing.

“Babe,” Orm whined, glancing over. “How are you so relaxed?”

Ling smirked. “Because I knew you were going to slip up eventually. And I also know P’Dew loves us too much to actually kill us.”

Orm groaned. “You’re way too confident.”

Ling shrugged. “I did just bag the hottest woman in Thailand as my fiancée. Confidence comes naturally.”

Orm let out a breathy laugh, reaching over to squeeze Ling’s hand. “You’re impossible.”

When they arrived at Channel 3, the moment they stepped out of the car, heads turned. Staff members stared, some whispering excitedly, others outright gasping.

“Are you seeing this?” someone whispered.

“They’re really engaged?”

“They’re glowing.”

Ling smirked, throwing her arm around Orm’s waist as they walked inside. She wanted people to see them like this. Wanted them to know that Orm was hers.

They made their way up to P’Dew’s office, bracing for whatever storm was waiting for them.

Orm hesitated at the door. “Baby, last chance to run.”

Ling rolled her eyes and knocked before Orm could escape.

“Come in,” P’Dew’s voice called.

The second they stepped inside, P’Dew—who had been sitting at her desk, looking very much like a woman who had spent the last 12 hours doing damage control—stood up and crossed her arms.

“Sit.”

They obeyed immediately.

P’Dew sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “First of all, congratulations. I’m happy for you both.”

Ling smiled. “Thank you, P’Dew.”

Orm perked up. “Oh! So we’re—”

“Second of all,” P’Dew cut in sharply, “I am THIS CLOSE to strangling both of you.”

Orm immediately sank back in her seat. “Right. That makes sense.”

P’Dew exhaled, shaking her head. “You two just casually dropped an engagement on the world with no preparation, no PR strategy, nothing. Do you know how many calls I’ve gotten today?”

Ling tilted her head. “A lot?”

Orm muttered. “Too many?”

P’Dew shot them both a look. “Exactly. And now, since you’ve already set the internet on fire, we need to do this properly.”

Ling nodded. “Agreed. What do you need from us?”

P’Dew sat down, pulling out a folder. “I need an official statement. An interview. And, since you’ve already made it public, we need to discuss the wedding—at least what we’re willing to tell the press.”

Orm groaned. “P’Dew, we just got engaged. We haven’t even set a date yet.”

P’Dew smirked. “Tell that to your mothers. They’ve already started planning.”

Orm’s face fell. “Oh my god.”

Ling laughed, leaning back in her chair. “You should’ve seen this coming, love.”

P’Dew sighed, flipping through her notes. “Alright, let’s start with the interview. You two are going on The One Show for an exclusive segment. You’ll talk about the engagement, your relationship, and whatever plans you do have. That way, the narrative stays under control.”

Orm blinked. “We’re doing an interview?”

P’Dew smirked. “Oh, honey. You’re doing a live interview.”

Orm groaned, covering her face with her hands.

Ling, meanwhile, grinned, nudging her fiancée. “Baby, think of it this way—you get to look hot on national television as my fiancée.”

Orm peeked at her through her fingers. “…That does sound nice.”

Ling smirked. “See? There’s always a bright side.”

P’Dew rolled her eyes. “I swear, you two were made for each other.”

Orm grinned, taking Ling’s hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Yeah. We were.”

Ling squeezed her hand, smiling softly.

P’Dew watched them for a moment before sighing. “Ugh. You’re disgustingly in love.”

Ling chuckled. “Better get used to it, P’Dew. This is forever.”

P’Dew shook her head, but there was the faintest smile on her lips. “Fine. But don’t ever let me find out about your next life decision through Twitter again.”

Orm nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ling just smirked. “No promises.”

P’Dew groaned. “Get out of my office.”

As they left, Orm leaned over to Ling. “Babe. We’re doing a live interview.”

Ling grinned, lacing their fingers together. “I know. And we’re going to make the entire world fall in love with us all over again.”

Orm smiled. “We already won, huh?”

Ling kissed her cheek. “Baby, we won the moment we fell in love.”

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Ling and Orm sat side by side in the green room of The One Show, their hands intertwined as the excitement—and undeniable nerves—buzzed between them.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Orm murmured, squeezing Ling’s hand.

Ling smirked, leaning in. “Baby, you let the world find out through Twitter. We kind of have to.”

Orm groaned. “You’re never letting that go, huh?”

“Not in this lifetime,” Ling teased, brushing a kiss against Orm’s temple.

Before Orm could respond, the producer stepped in. “Alright, ladies, you’re on in two minutes. You ready?”

Ling and Orm exchanged a glance before nodding.

They stood, straightened their outfits—Orm looking effortlessly dapper in her navy-blue suit, while Ling radiated elegance in a fitted ivory dress—and walked hand in hand toward the studio set.

As soon as they stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Orm grinned, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the overwhelming support. Ling, ever the professional, waved confidently before they both took their seats opposite the host, P’Chai, who was already grinning at them like he had just won the lottery.

The cameras rolled.

P’Chai: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a very special episode because we have Thailand’s most beloved couple right here with us. Please welcome—Lingling Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat!”

(The audience cheers louder.)

P’Chai (smirking): “Now, I think everyone watching already knows why you’re here… but let’s make it official, shall we?”

(Ling and Orm exchange a playful glance. Ling gestures for Orm to speak first.)

Orm (chuckling, rubbing the back of her neck): “Well… I guess there’s no going back now, huh?”

Ling (grinning): “Not unless you’re planning on saying no in front of all these people, baby.”

(The audience laughs.)

Orm (shaking her head, squeezing Ling’s hand): “Never. Okay, here it is—yes, Ling and I are engaged. I’m getting married with the most beautiful woman of Thailand”

(The crowd erupts in applause, some even standing and cheering.)

P’Chai (dramatically clutching his chest): “Finally! We have been waiting for this moment! My heart cannot take it!”

Ling (laughing): “You and half of Thailand, P’Chai.”

P’Chai: “I have to ask—who proposed first? Because there were definitely bets going around, and I need to know if I won.”

(Ling smirks, proudly lifting her hand.)

Ling: “That would be me.”

(The audience gasps and cheers again.)

Orm (grinning, shaking her head): “She totally played me, by the way. I had a whole plan, a ring, everything. But somehow, she still beat me to it.”

P’Chai: “Wait, so you were going to propose?”

Orm (dramatically sighing): “I was. And now, I’ll never know what it feels like.”

Ling (laughing, pressing a kiss to Orm’s cheek): “You’ll live, my love.”

(The crowd melts at the moment.)

P’Chai: “Alright, I have to ask. Ling, why did you decide to propose first?”

Ling (smiling softly, looking at Orm): “Because I knew. I knew from the moment we found our way back to each other that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Orm. And I didn’t want to wait for a ‘perfect’ moment—I just wanted her to know she was my forever.”

(The audience collectively swoons.)

P’Chai: “I—someone take this mic, I can’t handle this level of romance.”

(The audience laughs.)

Orm (smirking, winking at Ling): “She’s just showing off now.”

Ling (grinning): “Damn right I am.”

P’Chai (shaking his head, grinning): “Okay, okay, now that the whole world knows—how do you two feel? Engaged and all?”

Orm (smiling softly, looking at Ling): “Honestly? It still doesn’t feel real sometimes. I keep looking at my ring like, ‘oh wow, I’m actually marrying her.’”

(The crowd awws.)

Ling (tilting her head, teasingly): “You better believe it, baby.”

P’Chai: “Speaking of rings—Orm, can we get a close-up of that rock on your finger?”

(The camera zooms in on Orm’s marquise-cut diamond engagement ring.)

(The audience gasps at the size and beauty.)

P’Chai (laughing): “Ling, did you pick that out?”

Ling (smugly): “Of course. My fiancée deserves only the best.”

(The audience cheers.)

Orm (playfully sighing): “Yeah, I’m marrying a woman who insists on spoiling me.”

P’Chai: “And how about you, Ling? Where’s your ring?”

(Ling grins, holding up her hand where a simple yet elegant diamond band sits.)

Ling: “Orm picked this one for me. It’s understated, but I love it. I wanted something that reminded me of her.”

Orm (murmuring, smirking): “Because now, I’m your favorite accessory.”

(The audience laughs and cheers.)

P’Chai: “Okay, last question—everyone wants to know… have you two set a wedding date yet?”

(Ling and Orm exchange a glance.)

Ling (smiling): “Not yet. We want to enjoy being engaged for a little while first.”

Orm (laughing): “Also, our moms are already planning the wedding at the speed of light, so we might as well let them do their thing before we step in.”

(The audience laughs.)

P’Chai (smirking): “Ah, the infamous wedding-planning moms. You two are in for a ride.”

Ling (chuckling): “We know.”

P’Chai (grinning, looking into the camera): “Well, there you have it, folks! Lingling Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat—engaged, in love, and officially off the market!”

(The audience explodes in cheers once more.)

P’Chai (turning to them): “Congratulations, you two. Thailand is rooting for you.”

Ling (smiling): “Thank you, P’Chai.”

Orm (grinning): “Thanks for having us.”

(The cameras pan out as the audience continues to applaud, the love and joy palpable in the air.)

As soon as they stepped off stage, Orm let out a breath, grinning. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”

Ling smirked, lacing their fingers together. “Told you.”

P’Dew appeared out of nowhere, arms crossed. “You two did great. The internet is going to explode. As always when it comes to both of you”

Orm groaned. “More notifications?”

Ling chuckled. “Oh, babe, this is just the beginning.”

Orm sighed dramatically. “I really should’ve proposed first.”

Ling grinned, tugging her closer. “Too late. You’re mine now.”

Orm hummed, pressing a kiss to her fiancée’s forehead. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With their engagement officially announced, the whole world now knew what they had always been certain of— Ling and Orm were forever.

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The night before their wedding was supposed to be fun, filled with lighthearted laughter and last-minute excitement. And while there was plenty of that… there was also an unbearable ache in Orm and Ling’s hearts. They weren’t together. Tradition.

Mae Koy and  Mrs. Kwong had all strictly forbidden them from seeing each other until the ceremony. "It’s bad luck!" their mothers had warned, waving their hands dramatically.

And now, separated for the first time in months, both Ling and Orm felt… off.

Orm sat in the living room of a penthouse suite, her best friends Ying, Prigkhing, and Kwang surrounding her, drinks in hand, music playing softly in the background.

They were celebrating, laughing, reminiscing about wild memories—but Orm?

She was miserable. She missed Ling. So badly it physically hurt.

“Alright, broody,” Ying drawled, waving a hand in front of Orm’s face. “What’s with the long face? You’re getting married tomorrow. You should be floating on clouds.”

Prigkhing smirked. “Yeah, babe, what’s wrong? Cold feet?”

Orm snorted. “Cold feet? Please. If I could marry her right now, I would.”

The three girls exchanged knowing looks before Kwang sighed dramatically. “You miss her, don’t you?”

Orm groaned, throwing her head back. “I miss her so much, I feel like I’m dying.”

Ying burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re so dramatic.”

Prigkhing smirked. “We told you two that separating for the night was a bad idea but we couldn’t say no to your mothers babe.”

Orm huffed. “It is a bad idea. It’s the worst idea. I just wanna see her for five minutes.”

Kwang grinned. “Why not just call her?”

Orm perked up. That’s a great idea.

She grabbed her phone, quickly dialing Ling’s number.

Ling was curled up on the couch in a silk robe, phone clutched in hand, staring at the screen like a lovesick fool.

Junji and Fluke sat beside her, watching in amusement as she let out another long sigh.

“You’re pathetic,” Junji teased, tossing popcorn at her.

Fluke chuckled. “It’s just one night, Ling.”

Ling glared. “One horrible night. Why does our mothers wants us to suffer like this?”

She missed Orm. She missed everything about her.

The way she laughed at her own bad jokes.
The way she pressed lazy kisses against her shoulder in the morning.
The way she fit so perfectly into Ling’s arms, like she was made to be there.

Fluke smirked. “You could just call her, you know.”

Ling bolted upright. “Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that sooner?!”

She snatched her phone just as it started ringing.

Orm.

She gasped. “OH MY GOD SHE’S CALLING ME!”

Junji and Fluke burst out laughing as Ling practically leaped over the couch to answer.

Ling sprinted into the bedroom, shutting the door for privacy before answering.

Ling: “Baby!”

Orm (groaning): “God, I miss you so much.”

Ling (whining): “This is hell. Why are we doing this?”

Orm: “Because of stupid traditions. You’ll thank our mums”

Ling (pouting): “I hate traditions.”

Orm: “Same. I just wanna see you.”

Ling (softly): “Me too, love.”

Silence settled between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—it was thick with longing.

Ling closed her eyes, imagining Orm beside her. “Are you in bed?”

Orm hummed. “Not yet. The girls are forcing me to drink.”

Ling chuckled. “You do need to loosen up, baby.”

Orm smirked. “I’d rather be loosening up with you.”

Ling shivered. “Orm Kornnaphat, don’t start.”

Orm grinned. “Oh? Scared I’ll make you miss me even more?”

Ling groaned. “Impossible.”

Orm exhaled, voice softer. “Tomorrow, baby. Tomorrow, we’ll wake up and it’ll be the best day of our lives.”

Ling swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart swelling. “It already is, Orm. Because I get to marry you. Everyday by your side is the best day for me”

Orm felt her chest tighten with emotion. “God, I love you so much.”

Ling smiled. “I love you more.”

Another moment of silence, filled only by the sound of their breathing.

Orm (playfully whispering): “Run away with me.”

Ling (laughing): “I would, but our moms would kill us.”

Orm (grinning): “Ugh. True.”

Ling: “But baby?”

Orm: “Yeah?”

Ling (softly): “Dream of me.”

Orm (whispering): “I always do.”

With a soft laugh, they finally—reluctantly—said their goodnights.

As they hung up, both Ling and Orm fell asleep clutching their phones, dreaming of each other.

Because tomorrow?

Tomorrow, they would wake up and become forever.

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The sun rose soft and golden, spilling warmth across the city as the most anticipated morning of their lives arrived.

Their wedding day. Everything felt different. Everything felt right.

Orm sat before the mirror, fingers trembling slightly as her makeup artist carefully applied the final touches.

She had never been this nervous in her life—not during auditions, not during live performances, not even when she had first fallen in love with Ling.

But today… today was different. Because today, she was marrying the woman who held her entire heart. That she has loved for so many years and now she will be hers forever.

Her reflection stared back at her, dressed in the most breathtaking gown she had ever worn.

A delicate off-shoulder design, the fabric hugging her body like it was made just for her. The lace details trailed down her arms, giving her a look of effortless elegance. The skirt flowed around her like a dream, the softest tulle brushing against the floor.

She looked like a bride. She was a bride. Lingling’s bride.

“Darling,” came a soft voice.

Orm turned to see Mae Koy standing in the doorway, a knowing smile on her face.

“Well, sweetheart,” Mae Koy mused, stepping closer. “Are you ready to marry the love of your life?”

Orm exhaled slowly, a smile curling on her lips. “More than anything.”

Mae Koy beamed, pulling Orm into a tight hug. “Then let’s go get you married, baby girl.”

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Ling stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of her suit, her heartbeat steady but heavy.

She had always worn suits, always exuded confidence in them. But today?

This wasn’t just any suit.

A tailored masterpiece in pure white, fitted perfectly to her frame. The crispness of the blazer, the polished buttons, the sleek vest beneath—it screamed sophistication. A simple black tie rested against her chest, and a red rose in the pocket to completing the look.

She looked powerful.
She looked ready.
She looked like someone’s wife.

Orm’s wife.

That thought sent a rush of emotion through her chest.

“Damn.”

Ling turned to see Junji and Fluke leaning against the doorway, both staring at her in shock and admiration.

“You look so good, babe,” Fluke said, smirking.

Junji whistled lowly. “Forget the wedding, I’d marry you on the spot.”

Ling rolled her eyes, grinning. “Too bad, Jun. I only have eyes for one woman.”

Junji chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. You and Orm are disgustingly in love.”

Ling smirked, adjusting her tie in the mirror one last time. “Damn right we are.”

She reached for her phone, wanting to call Orm, wanting to hear her voice just once before they met at the altar—but she stopped herself.

No.

She would see Orm soon.
And when she did?
She wouldn’t let her go.

Fluke clapped her on the shoulder. “Ready to say ‘I do’?”

Ling turned to her friends, her family, a smile as bright as the sun forming on her lips.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

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Orm’s hands shook slightly as she reached for the final piece of her look—the veil.

She hesitated, taking a deep breath.

Then—there was a knock at the door.

Mae Koy poked her head inside, her eyes soft.

“Someone wants to see you before the ceremony,” she whispered.

Orm blinked. “What? But I can’t see Ling before the—”

Mae Koy grinned. “Not Ling.”

Confused, Orm stood—just as Mr. Kwong stepped into the room.

Her breath hitched.

Ling’s father had always been gentle but reserved with her. But today? He looked… proud.

“You look beautiful, Orm,” he said, voice steady.

Orm swallowed, suddenly feeling emotional. “Thank you, Mr. Kwong.”

A pause.

Then—he smiled.

“You’ve loved my daughter the way she’s always deserved to be loved. And for that… I will always be grateful.”

Orm’s eyes stung with unshed tears. She stepped forward and, for the first time, wrapped her arms around Ling’s father. He hesitated for only a second before returning the hug.

“Thank you for giving me your blessing,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Like I ever had a choice.”

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Ling was pacing.

Not because she was nervous about marrying Orm—never that. But because she wanted to see her so badly it was physically painful.

“Alright, you need to calm the hell down,” Junji teased, tossing a bottle of water at her.

Ling caught it, huffing. “I just… I need her. Now.”

Fluke smirked. “Five more minutes.”

Ling groaned dramatically, dropping onto the couch.

Then—her mother walked in.

Ling immediately sat up, eyes widening. “Mom?”

Mrs. Kwong smiled warmly, stepping forward. “I just wanted to see you before you walked down that aisle.”

Ling exhaled, standing to hug her mother. “Are you okay?”

Mrs. Kwong laughed softly. “I should be asking you that, darling.”

Ling shook her head. “Mom, I have never been so sure about anything in my life.”

Her mother’s eyes shined. “I know.”

A pause.

Then, she reached into her purse, pulling out a small, folded paper.

Ling blinked. “What’s that?”

Her mother grinned, handing it over.

Ling unfolded it.

It was a letter. Her own letter.

The one she wrote to Orm years ago, when she was still figuring out what love meant to her.

Ling froze.

Mrs. Kwong smiled knowingly. “I think it’s time you gave it to her. I’m proud of you baby”

Ling’s throat tightened with emotion.

She clutched the letter tightly, nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It is. Thank you Mom”

Her mother placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Then go, my love. Your forever is waiting.”

Ling smiled, feeling the weight of the moment settle in.

She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

Then—she turned toward the door.

She was ready. The moment had arrived.

The air hummed with anticipation, the soft melody of a string quartet weaving through the grand venue. The space was breathtaking—florals draped elegantly along the aisle, cascading down like delicate waterfalls of white and gold.

Guests whispered in excitement, all eyes trained toward the altar, where Ling stood, waiting.

Waiting for her bride. Ling adjusted her cuffs, her fingers trembling slightly. Not from nerves—never from doubt—but from a sheer, overwhelming depth of love.

She had waited for this moment her entire life. And now, here she was.

Standing at the altar.

Waiting for Orm.

Fluke and Junji stood beside her, both beaming.

Junji nudged her playfully. “Still breathing?”

Ling huffed out a breath, eyes locked on the entrance. “Barely.”

Fluke chuckled. “You’re about to be the luckiest woman alive, you know that?”

Ling turned to them, a slow, knowing smile curling at her lips.

“I already am.”

Then—

The music shifted.

The doors opened. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

And Ling? Her entire world stopped.

Orm stepped forward, her arm gently linked with Papa Oct, the weight of the moment settling deep in her chest.

The veil drifted behind her, the soft fabric of her gown swaying with each step. She barely felt the floor beneath her heels—because the second she looked up, the second her eyes met Ling’s at the altar…

It  was Orm turn to forget how to breathe.

Ling looked unreal.

Her white suit, tailored to perfection. The way it framed her body, the confidence in her stance, the way her eyes held nothing but pure, raw emotion—

Oh, God. This was real. She was about to marry the love of her life.

Beside her, Papa Oct  squeezed her arm gently, leaning in just slightly. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

Orm let out a soft, shaky laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

She took another step. Then another.

And every step brought her closer. Closer to Ling. Closer to forever.

On the other side, Ling felt like her heart had left her chest.

Orm was… stunning.

Absolutely, breathtakingly stunning.

She had seen Orm in every way possible—casual, messy-haired in the mornings, drenched in sweat from workouts, dolled up for red carpets.

But nothing—nothing—compared to this.

To Orm walking towards her, dressed in a gown that looked like it had been spun from dreams and stardust, with eyes that held nothing but pure, undeniable love.

Ling felt her throat tighten.

Because in this moment, it wasn’t just a wedding.

It wasn’t just an aisle. It wasn’t just vows waiting to be spoken.

It was a promise. A promise that had been written into their bones long before today.

Orm’s eyes locked onto hers, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

It was just them. Just Ling and Orm. Just their forever.

Orm finally reached the altar, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her fingers gripping the bouquet tightly.

Papa Oct stood beside her, looking at Ling. For a moment, silence.

Then—he spoke.

“Take care of her.”

His voice was gentle but firm, full of the weight of a father’s love.

Ling met his gaze, something unspoken but understood passing between them.

“With everything I have,” she said softly. “Always.”

A flicker of approval crossed Papa Oct’s face before he turned to Orm.

And then—he let go. Orm stepped forward, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for Ling’s.

Ling took them without hesitation. Their fingers intertwined.

Their hearts aligned.

And Ling whispered, just for Orm—

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Orm’s breath hitched, her eyes burning with emotion.

She squeezed Ling’s hands, her lips curling into a soft, watery smile.

“Baby,” she whispered back, voice trembling.

Ling smirked. “Yeah?”

Orm exhaled.

“I love you.”

Ling’s grip tightened.

“And I love you more.”

The officiant cleared their throat, smiling warmly.

“Well,” they said, “let’s get these two married, shall we?”

And just like that—

The ceremony began. The venue had fallen into a hushed silence, the air heavy with emotion as Ling and Orm stood before each other, hands intertwined.

This was it. They had survived everything—the heartbreak, the pain, the memory loss, the injuries, the chaos, the near-losses. And now, they were here.

Standing at the edge of forever. The officiant smiled, nodding at them.

“Ling and Orm, today, you stand before your family, your friends, and the world to declare your love for one another. But before we continue, you have chosen to share your vows.”

Ling inhaled deeply, exhaling through her nose, her eyes never leaving Orm’s.

“Orm,” she began, her voice soft but steady, “I have spent years wondering if I’d ever belong to someone. If I’d ever find someone who could stand beside me, love me for exactly who I am.”

Orm’s grip on her hands tightened, her breath hitching.

Ling smiled, her thumb brushing over Orm’s knuckles.

“And then, you happened. Loud, stubborn, dramatic, annoyingly charming—”

The crowd chuckled softly, and Orm let out a quiet, teary laugh.

Ling’s smile softened.

“You walked into my life and made me realize that love wasn’t about belonging to someone. It was about choosing someone.”

Orm swallowed hard, blinking rapidly.

“And Orm,” Ling whispered, her voice breaking slightly, “I choose you. Today, tomorrow, every day after. In every life, in every version of myself, I choose you.”

Orm sniffled, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Ling smiled, lifting a hand to wipe it away.

“I promise to stand beside you, to fight with you and for you, to challenge you, and to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I promise to remind you every day how incredible you are. And I promise to never, ever let you forget… that you are my home.”

Silence.

Then—a quiet sniff from the crowd.

Junji was straight-up bawling. Mae Koy was fanning her face. Even Ling’s father looked a little misty-eyed.

But Orm—Orm just stared at her, in awe, her heart so full she thought it might burst.

Ling let out a breath. “That’s it. That’s my vow.”

Orm let out a soft, watery laugh, shaking her head. “Of course, you make me cry first.”

The officiant smiled warmly. “Orm, it’s your turn.”

Orm took a shaky breath, squeezing Ling’s hands.

Then—she spoke.

“Ling,” she started, voice thick with emotion. “Before you, I never thought forever was something I wanted. I never thought I needed anyone to stand beside me. I had my career, my success, my independence.”

She exhaled, shaking her head.

“And then you walked into my life, and suddenly… everything before you felt like it was in black and white.”

Ling let out a soft, hitched breath, her eyes glassy.

“You changed everything,” Orm whispered. “You drive me crazy, you challenge me, you make me want to be better. You are the most frustratingly stubborn, beautifully strong, painfully soft woman I have ever met, and I am so ridiculously in love with you.”

Ling bit her lip, her own tears now slipping free. Orm grinned, her thumb brushing over Ling’s wrist.

“I promise to love you fiercely, to stand beside you through everything. To always be your biggest fan, your safe place, and your home. I promise to listen, to argue fairly, to never let you forget how deeply I adore you.”

She exhaled sharply, her voice dropping to something barely above a whisper.

“I promise you forever.”

Ling’s breath caught.

Orm smirked through her tears. “That’s it. That’s my vow.”

Silence.

Pure, deafening silence.

Then—

A sniffle.

Then—

Mae Koy full-on sobbed. “Oh my GOD, I CAN’T DO THIS.”

Junji’s crying turned into wheezing laughter. “They’re so dumb, I love them.”

The officiant chuckled softly. “Then, with these promises spoken, it is time for the rings.”

Niran stepped forward, handing Ling the first ring with a small smirk. “Better not mess this up, sis.”

Ling rolled her eyes, but her fingers were shaking as she slid the ring onto Orm’s finger.

Orm held out her hand, eyes shining.

“I swear, baby, you’re mine now.”

Orm laughed, completely in love, as she took the other ring and placed it gently onto Ling’s finger.

“You always had me.”

The officiant beamed.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you… wife and wife.”

Ling grinned. “Finally.”

“Now,” the officiant smirked. “Orm, you may now kiss your wife.”

Orm didn’t wait.

She grabbed Ling by the lapels of her suit, crashing their lips together in a kiss that was nothing short of earth-shattering.

Ling groaned, wrapping her arms around Orm’s waist, deepening the kiss as the entire venue erupted into cheers.

Applause. Whistles. Laughter.

They didn’t break apart for a full ten seconds.

Even when they pulled back, their foreheads stayed pressed together, both of them grinning like idiots.

Ling whispered, just for her, “So, how does it feel to be my wife?”

Orm smirked, tracing Ling’s jaw with her fingertips.

“Feels like the easiest decision I’ve ever made.”

Ling tilted her head, stealing another kiss.

“Good,” she murmured. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

Orm sighed dramatically. “Guess I’m stuck with you forever.”

Ling smirked.

“Forever and always, baby.”

The reception had been perfect—a whirlwind of love, laughter, and celebration. The dance floor was still alive with their friends and family, but for Orm and Ling, the night had already found its true conclusion.

They had danced, toasted, and laughed until their faces hurt. Mae Koy and Junji had given the most chaotic speeches—Mae had sworn Ling in as an "officially owned wife," while Junji had nearly started a riot by claiming she was Orm's first love.

Niran had wept dramatically, claiming he’d never seen a love so powerful.

Their mothers? Already planning grandbabies.

But now, it was time.

Orm leaned into Ling’s ear, her breath warm against her skin. “Baby, let’s get out of here.”

Ling smirked, her fingers tightening around Orm’s hand. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”

Orm rolled her eyes, tugging Ling closer by the lapels of her suit. “Not my fault my wife is the hottest person in this room.”

Ling hummed, her lips barely brushing Orm’s. “Your wife, huh?”

Orm grinned. “Forever, baby. Let’s get out of here”

Ling exhaled through her nose, her hands resting low on Orm’s waist. “Let’s go.”

Slipping out wasn’t hard.

They had already done their rounds, had already hugged and thanked every single guest—twice, thanks to their mothers.

With a few whispered goodbyes and a knowing look from Mae Koy (who simply winked and handed them a bottle of champagne “for later”), they were gone.

The ride back to their private villa was quiet, filled with the soft hum of the engine and the occasional brush of fingers over knees. Orm’s thumb traced small circles against Ling’s skin, their rings catching the glow of the city lights.

Neither of them spoke much. They didn’t need to.

By the time they arrived, Ling had barely stepped inside before Orm had her pressed against the door.

Orm exhaled shakily, resting her forehead against Ling’s. “You’re really my wife.”

Ling grinned, sliding her hands up Orm’s back. “Mmm. And you’re mine.”

Orm tilted her head, brushing her lips over Ling’s jaw. “Say it again.”

Ling chuckled, turning them so that Orm was pressed against the door instead.

She trapped her there, pressing soft, teasing kisses along Orm’s throat, down to her collarbone.

“I’m yours,” Ling whispered. Orm swallowed hard, her grip tightening on Ling’s suit.

Ling kissed along her jaw. “And you’re mine.”

Orm let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Yeah, baby. Forever.”

And with that—she kissed her wife.

Slow, deep, consuming.

The world outside?

Didn’t exist. Nothing else mattered.

Just them.

As wives.

As soulmates.

As forever.

As the kiss deepened, Orm's hands found their way to Ling's face, cupping her cheeks gently. Ling responded by pulling Orm closer, their bodies melding together in a dance of passion and love. The intensity of their connection was palpable, each touch and caress a testament to the depth of their feelings.

Orm's fingers trailed down Ling's neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone before slowly unbuttoning her suit jacket. Ling's breath hitched as Orm's hands slid inside, exploring the soft skin beneath. The jacket fell to the floor, followed by Ling's shirt, revealing her smooth, inviting skin.

Ling's hands weren't idle either. She deftly unzipped Orm's dress, letting it pool at her feet. Orm stepped out of it, her eyes never leaving Ling's. The room was filled with a soft, warm glow from the dimmed lights, casting shadows that danced across their bodies.

Orm led Ling to the bed, their steps slow and deliberate. They took their time, savoring each moment, each touch. As they lay down, Orm's hands roamed over Ling's body, exploring every curve and line as if for the first time. Ling's breath came in soft gasps, her eyes locked onto Orm's.

Ling's touch was gentle yet firm, her fingers tracing patterns on Orm's skin that sent shivers down her spine. She leaned in, capturing Orm's lips in a fierce kiss that left them both breathless. Their bodies moved in sync, a rhythm born of familiarity and deep love.

Ling's hands roamed over Orm's body with a newfound confidence, her touch both tender and commanding. She could feel Orm's heartbeat quicken under her fingertips, and it fueled her desire to take control. She gently pushed Orm back onto the bed, straddling her hips and leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss.

Orm's breath hitched as Ling's hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and teasing her nipples until they hardened under her touch. Ling's mouth followed the path of her hands, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down Orm's neck and chest. Orm arched into her touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Ling smiled against Orm's skin, reveling in the power she held over her. She continued her exploration, her hands and mouth working in tandem to drive Orm wild. She could feel Orm's body trembling beneath her, and it only spurred her on.

She moved lower, her fingers tracing the line of Orm's hipbone before dipping between her legs. Orm gasped, her hips bucking against Ling's hand. Ling took her time, her touch light and teasing as she explored Orm's most intimate places. She could feel Orm's desire building, her body tensing with each caress.

Ling's own arousal was growing, the sight and sound of Orm's pleasure pushing her to the edge. She shifted her position, aligning their bodies so that she could grind against Orm's thigh. The friction was exquisite, and she could feel her own release building with each movement.

Orm's hands gripped Ling's hips, her nails digging into her skin as she urged her on. Ling increased the pace, her fingers and hips moving in sync as she drove them both towards the brink. Orm's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing as she neared her climax.

Ling leaned down, capturing Orm's lips in a fierce kiss as they both tumbled over the edge. Their bodies shook with the force of their release, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air. As they came down from their high, Ling collapsed onto Orm, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in sync.

As Ling straddled Orm, her body on full display, Orm's eyes were drawn to Ling's toned six-pack abs. The sight of them, rippling with each movement, sent a wave of desire coursing through Orm. She reached up, her fingers tracing the defined lines of Ling's abdomen, marveling at the strength and beauty of her wife's body.

Ling smiled down at Orm, her eyes dark with desire. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice a low growl.

Orm nodded, her breath hitching as Ling's muscles flexed under her touch. "You're so sexy," she whispered, her hands exploring every inch of Ling's torso.

Ling leaned down, capturing Orm's lips in a fierce kiss. "Lucky you, you’re married to that sexy woman" she murmured against Orm's mouth. She began to move her hips, grinding against Orm in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had them both gasping for breath.

Orm's hands gripped Ling's hips, her fingers digging into the firm muscle as she urged her on. The sight of Ling's abs, tensing and releasing with each movement, was driving her wild. She could feel her own desire building, her body aching for more.

Ling, sensing Orm's need, increased the pace. She leaned back, giving Orm a full view of her body as she moved. Orm's eyes were glued to Ling's abs, the sight of them pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Ling, mhhh baby" Orm gasped, her body tensing as she neared her climax.

Ling smiled, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "Let go for me."

And with that, Orm tumbled over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her release. Ling followed soon after, her own cries of pleasure mingling with Orm's as they rode out their climax together.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, Orm's fingers gently tracing the lines of Ling's abs, they knew that their love and passion for each other would only continue to grow. Ling's strength and confidence were a constant source of arousal for Orm, and she knew that she would never tire of exploring every inch of her wife's incredible body.

A few hours later sunlight peeked through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The air was thick with the remnants of last night—satin sheets tangled at their feet, the scent of love lingering between them, and the steady rhythm of two hearts beating as one.

Orm stirred first, her body instinctively drawn to the warmth beside her. Ling was still asleep, her bare back exposed to the soft morning light, her breathing deep and steady. Orm smiled, tracing delicate circles on Ling’s shoulder with the tip of her finger, marveling at how peaceful she looked.

Her wife.

The word sent a pleasant shiver down Orm’s spine. They had been each other’s for so long, but now it was real in ways she hadn’t imagined before. She pressed a soft kiss to Ling’s shoulder, lingering there, as if grounding herself in this reality.

Ling hummed, stirring beneath Orm’s touch. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the light. A slow smile spread across her lips as she turned to face Orm.

“Morning, wife,” Ling murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

Orm felt something flutter in her chest. “Morning, my wife.” She tucked a strand of Ling’s tousled hair behind her ear. “How do you feel?”

Ling stretched, her toned muscles flexing beneath the sheets. “Like I never want to leave this bed.” Her fingers traced Orm’s jaw before pulling her into a slow, lazy kiss.

Orm chuckled against her lips. “Mm, tempting. But I’m afraid the world is waiting for us.”

Ling groaned, burying her face into Orm’s neck. “Let them wait.”

Orm grinned, running her hand down Ling’s back. “And what about the honeymoon, hmm? You did say you couldn’t wait to whisk me away to Paris.”

Ling pulled back slightly, her smirk playful. “Oh, I still plan to. But for now…” She shifted, rolling them so that she was hovering over Orm, her knee pressing between Orm’s legs. “I think my wife deserves a little more attention.”

Orm laughed, flipping them back so that Ling was beneath her. “You always want more.”

Ling smirked, running her hands down Orm’s bare back. “I just married the most beautiful woman in the world. Can you blame me?”

Orm’s heart clenched at the tenderness in Ling’s voice. She leaned down, brushing her lips against Ling’s forehead. “I love you.”

Ling softened, threading her fingers through Orm’s hair. “I love you too, baby.”

They stayed wrapped in each other’s warmth for a while, savoring the rare stillness. There was no rush, no looming responsibilities—just them, basking in the afterglow of their first night as wives.

Eventually, Ling sighed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Orm’s arm.

“There’s something I need to give you,” she murmured.

Orm raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”

Ling hesitated, sitting up slightly. She reached over to the nightstand, where her clutch from last night rested. Orm watched as she pulled out a small, folded paper—worn from time but carefully kept.

Ling took a deep breath, unfolding it before placing it in Orm’s hands. “My mom gave this to me before our wedding. I wrote it… years ago. Before I even understood what love was, before I ever admitted to myself how much you meant to me.”

Orm stared at the paper, her heart thudding. Carefully, she unfolded it.

It was written in Ling’s handwriting—slightly messier than it was now, but undeniably hers. Orm’s breath caught as she began to read.

Orm,

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to give this to you. Maybe I’ll keep it hidden forever, buried between the pages of a book I’ll never read again. Maybe one day, years from now, I’ll find it and laugh at myself for ever being this soft about you.

But right now, as I write this, I just need to say it. Even if only on paper.

I love you.

God, even writing it makes my hands shake. Because love is terrifying, Orm. It’s unpredictable and messy and makes me feel like I’m standing on the edge of something too big for me to understand. I’ve spent so much of my life running from it, pushing people away before they could ever get too close. Before they could hurt me. Before I could hurt them.

But then you happened.

And I didn’t stand a chance.

You walked into my life with your ridiculous confidence, with that laugh that makes my heart stutter, with hands that feel like home every time you reach for me. And you stayed. No matter how much I tried to convince myself I didn’t need you. You stayed.

And slowly, you became the safest place I’ve ever known.

I don’t know when exactly it happened. Maybe it was that night we stayed up talking until sunrise, when you fell asleep mid-sentence and I realized I never wanted to have a conversation that didn’t involve you. Maybe it was when you held me after I lost a role I really wanted, when I thought I wasn’t good enough and you reminded me I was everything. Or maybe it was that time you ran across the city in the pouring rain just to bring me soup when I was sick—soaking wet, out of breath, grinning like an idiot.

All I know is that, somewhere along the way, you became my person.

And I became yours.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be brave enough to say this out loud. But if I do, if you’re reading this now, then I guess that means I finally found the courage.

I love you, Orm Kornnaphat. I think I have for a long, long time.

And if you’ll have me, I want forever with you.

—Ling

Orm’s hands trembled slightly as she reached the end of the letter. Her vision blurred as she read the words again, her heart pounding in her chest.

She looked up at Ling, who was watching her nervously, biting her lip. “I was such a coward,” Ling admitted softly. “I should have told you years ago.”

Orm exhaled shakily, blinking away the moisture in her eyes. “Ling…”

Ling swallowed, reaching out to cup Orm’s cheek. “But I’m not afraid anymore. And I never will be again.”

Orm let out a breathless laugh, clutching the letter to her chest before pulling Ling into a deep, lingering kiss. “You were never a coward,” she whispered against Ling’s lips. “You just needed time. And I would have waited forever for you.”

Ling smiled, pressing their foreheads together. “You don’t have to wait anymore. You’re my forever.”

Orm kissed her again, pouring every ounce of love into it, holding Ling as if she was the most precious thing in the world—because she was.

Ling was hers.

And she was Ling’s.

Forever.