When It Was Only Us
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A LINGxORM AU
Orm Kornnaphat fell first.
Back in The Secret of Us days, every glance, every scripted kiss, every playful touch behind the scenes carved itself into her heart. Ling Ling Kwong was gentle, warm, endlessly sweet - fixing her hair before takes, holding her hand in interviews, calling her น้อง (Nong) with a smile that Orm wanted to believe meant more. Fans screamed that they were real, and for Orm, it was too easy to drown in the fantasy.
Years later, in Only You, nothing has changed - at least, not for her. Ling still dotes on her, on-cam and off-cam, with the same effortless affection. The fandom loves them, their chemistry is undeniable, and Orm's feelings have only grown sharper, deeper, impossible to contain.
But Ling's heart has never been hers to hold. Behind the scenes, hidden from cameras and fans, Ling keeps a secret Orm isn't supposed to know.
For Orm, every touch is salvation and every smile is torment. For Ling, it's innocent closeness, sisterly warmth, nothing more. And when the truth finally comes out, Orm is left with nothing but memories - memories that once felt like love, now poisoned with reality.
A story of devotion unspoken, kindness mistaken, and heartbreak too heavy to name.
Because sometimes, what feels the most real is only an illusion.
PS: All BTS and scripts mentioned during the filming scenes are all part of my imagination. 😉
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