Lazy, Love-Filled Chaos

Lingling paced her penthouse, arms crossed as she eyed the stack of DVDs on the table. Beside them sat a pile of snacks she had meticulously chosen—popcorn, chips, and chocolates. On the counter, a set of aprons waited for their doomed cooking adventure.

"I think I nailed it," she muttered, straightening a pillow on the couch for the third time.

Her phone buzzed.

Orm: Heading over. Need me to bring anything?

Lingling: Nope. Just you.

Orm: Aw. So clingy today. Love it.

Lingling: Just get here.

Lingling huffed, tossing the phone aside. She had been unusually giddy since sending the invite, determined to prove she could enjoy a simple weekend with her girlfriend. No private chefs, no extravagant gestures—just the two of them.

She heard the soft ping of the elevator and immediately tried to look casual. Orm stepped in moments later, her face lighting up at the cozy setup.

"Wow, CEO," Orm teased, slipping off her jacket. "Did you rob a snack aisle? And is that... a stack of rom-coms?"

Lingling's cheeks warmed. "I thought it would be nice. Relaxing."

Orm crossed her arms, leaning closer. "You thought, or you missed me so much you had to plan a whole weekend around cuddling?"

Lingling tried to glare, but her lips twitched into a smile. "Ugh, just sit down."

After a few hours of movie-watching (and Lingling discovering she did like cheesy rom-coms, though she'd never admit it), Orm stretched lazily. "So, what's next, chef?"

Lingling stood, determined. "We're making dinner."

Orm arched a brow. "We? As in, both of us? Because I'm sensing chaos."

"Just follow my lead," Lingling insisted, handing Orm an apron. Hers read Queen of the Kitchen, while Orm's had Sous-Chef Extraordinaire scrawled across it in bold letters.

The chaos began immediately.

"Wait, why are you peeling the carrot like that?" Lingling demanded.

Orm looked at the mangled carrot in her hand. "What's wrong with it?"

"It looks... wrong!"

"Wow," Orm deadpanned. "The Queen of the Kitchen has spoken."

By the time they finished chopping vegetables (half of which ended up on the floor), Lingling was covered in flour, and Orm had a splash of tomato sauce on her cheek.

"Is that pasta?" Orm asked, pointing at the boiling pot.

"It's... supposed to be," Lingling muttered, staring at the disintegrating noodles.

Orm tried not to laugh but failed miserably. "This is a disaster."

"It's fine," Lingling said, stubbornly stirring the sauce. "We're eating this."

Orm sidled up behind her, wrapping her arms around Lingling's waist. "You're adorable when you're determined."

Lingling froze for a moment before leaning into the embrace. "You're distracting."

"Am I?" Orm murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her neck.

Lingling turned, glaring half-heartedly. "We're eating this."

"Sure, babe," Orm said, grinning. "Let me grab the fire extinguisher first."

Abandoning the disastrous dinner attempt, they ordered takeout and settled on the couch. Orm pulled out a stack of board games she had brought along.

"I'm unbeatable," Orm declared, setting up a game of Monopoly.

"You think you're unbeatable at everything," Lingling replied dryly, adjusting her sweatshirt sleeves. She had swapped her usual tailored outfit for a hoodie and sweatpants, a sight Orm was thoroughly enjoying.

"Prove me wrong," Orm challenged.

An hour later, Lingling was glaring at the board, her properties reduced to a mere two while Orm happily stacked her fake money.

"I hate you," Lingling muttered, watching Orm's victorious grin grow.

"No, you don't," Orm teased, leaning in closer. "You love me."

Lingling scoffed, though her cheeks betrayed a faint pink hue. "You're insufferable."

"And you're cute when you're losing," Orm quipped, pressing a quick kiss to Lingling's forehead.

Just as Lingling was demanding a rematch, her phone buzzed. She groaned, seeing Freen's name flash across the screen. "What now?"

She answered, and Freen's face filled the screen, looking suspiciously smug. "Lingling Kwong. In. Sweatpants."

Lingling scowled. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't know," Freen said, leaning into the camera. "I just had to see this for myself. Look at you, all domestic."

Behind Freen, Becky appeared, laughing uncontrollably. "Wait, let me see! Is she—oh my god, she is in sweatpants!"

Orm leaned into the frame, smirking. "Hi, Freen. Hi, Becky."

"Hi, Orm!" Becky chirped. "How's the staycation going? Lingling driving you crazy yet?"

"No more than usual," Orm replied, earning a light shove from Lingling.

Freen squinted. "Wait, are those... flour stains? Were you two cooking?"

"Trying to," Orm corrected. "It didn't go well."

Freen and Becky dissolved into laughter, their laughter echoing through the penthouse. "This is gold," Freen wheezed. "Lingling Kwong: CEO by day, flour-covered disaster by night."

Lingling ended the call with a huff, throwing her phone onto the couch. "They're impossible."

"You love them," Orm said, chuckling.

"Not right now, I don't," Lingling muttered, though her lips twitched in amusement.

As the night wound down, Orm stretched out on the couch, her head resting against the armrest. Lingling joined her, draping herself over Orm's lap with surprising ease.

"Comfy?" Orm teased, brushing a strand of hair from Lingling's face.

"Very," Lingling murmured, her voice soft.

Orm smiled, her hand resting lightly on Lingling's back. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're like this."

"Like what?" Lingling asked, tilting her head.

"Relaxed. Cuddly. A little needy."

"I am not needy," Lingling retorted, though she nuzzled closer, betraying her words.

Orm laughed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Lingling's forehead. "Whatever you say, clingy girlfriend."

Lingling tilted her head up, catching Orm's lips in a quick kiss. The gesture was light, but it sent a wave of warmth through them both.

"Addicted," Lingling murmured, her lips brushing against Orm's. "I think I'm addicted to kissing you."

Orm smirked, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Good. Because I don't plan on stopping."

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains of Lingling's penthouse, casting a golden glow over the room. Lingling stirred, groaning softly as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked groggily, disoriented for a moment—until she saw Orm sleeping peacefully beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Orm's features were soft in the morning light, her usually lively face serene and utterly beautiful. Lingling couldn't help but stare, the curve of her lips. She looked so... at ease.

Lingling's lips curled into a small smile. I could get used to this, she thought. She carefully brushed a stray strand of hair from Orm's face, her fingers lingering longer than necessary.

As if sensing the attention, Orm stirred, her eyes slowly opening. A lazy grin spread across her face as she caught Lingling staring. "Good morning," Orm mumbled, her voice still raspy with sleep. "Enjoying the view?"

Lingling blinked, her cheeks flushing. "I was just... checking if you were still breathing."

Orm chuckled, shifting closer. "Sure, Ling. Sure."

She leaned in, clearly aiming for a good morning kiss, but Lingling raised a hand to stop her, her eyes widening. "Wait!"

Orm paused, her brow furrowing. "What?"

Lingling scrunched her nose. "Morning breath."

Orm blinked, then burst out laughing. "Wow, Ling. Way to kill the romance."

Lingling shrugged, her expression deadpan. "I'm just being realistic."

Still chuckling, Orm propped herself up on her elbow. "Fine, I'll spare you. But just so you know, you're not exactly minty fresh either."

Lingling gasped, lightly swatting Orm's arm. "Excuse me?"

"Hey, I'm just being realistic," Orm teased, mimicking Lingling's tone.

Despite herself, Lingling laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am," Orm replied, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Lingling's forehead instead. "Good morning, babe."

After a few more lazy moments in bed, they eventually made their way to the kitchen.

Orm, still wearing Lingling's oversized hoodie from the night before, busied herself with cracking eggs into a pan.

"You're surprisingly domestic," Lingling observed, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Surprisingly?" Orm asked, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk. "I run a café, Ling. Cooking isn't exactly rocket science."

"Cooking breakfast and running a café are not the same," Lingling retorted, taking a sip of her coffee. "This is... cute."

Orm raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Did you just call me cute?"

Lingling's cheeks warmed slightly. "You misheard."

"Oh, no," Orm teased, plating the eggs with exaggerated flair. "You think I'm cute. Admit it."

Lingling rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched upward. "Focus on the food, Kornnaphat."

"Whatever you say, Lingling," Orm replied, sliding a plate toward her. "But just so you know, I think you're cute. Especially when you're trying to act tough."

Lingling froze mid-bite, her face heating up as Orm's words sank in. "Eat your breakfast," she muttered, refusing to meet Orm's amused gaze.

After breakfast, they found themselves back on the couch, the lazy weekend vibe fully settling in. Lingling stretched out beside Orm, her head resting on Orm's shoulder.

"I'm not usually like this," Lingling admitted, her voice soft.

"Like what?" Orm asked, her hand absentmindedly tracing circles on Lingling's arm.

"Clingy," Lingling murmured, her cheeks warming. "Needy."

Orm tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Oh, you mean like last night when you wouldn't let me go for five seconds?"

Lingling's eyes narrowed, though there was no real heat behind her glare. "Don't push it, Kornnaphat."

Orm laughed, pressing a kiss to Lingling's temple. "I like it. Honestly, it's nice to see this side of you."

Lingling huffed but didn't move away. Instead, she nuzzled closer, surprising both herself and Orm. "You just make me feel... warm," she admitted quietly.

Orm's teasing smile softened. "You make me feel the same, Ling."

As the day stretched on, it was time for Orm to head back to Blooming Beans. Lingling stood by the door, watching as Orm slipped on her sneakers. Orm turned to face her, grinning.

"Well, this has been... cozy," Orm said, her tone light but affectionate. "I could get used to this."

Lingling crossed her arms, her expression a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "I could too."

Orm leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Lingling's lips. "See you later, clingy girlfriend."

Lingling raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning. "Behave yourself at the café."

"No promises," Orm quipped, winking as she grabbed her bag. "Your driver's waiting."

When Orm arrived at the café, still dressed in Lingling's hoodie, Becky immediately zeroed in on her.

"Well, well," Becky said, leaning against the counter with a sly grin. "Look who's rocking the CEO's wardrobe."

Orm groaned, setting her bag down. "Don't start."

"Oh, I'm starting," Becky said, gesturing to the hoodie. "You realize this screams 'I spent the night at my girlfriend's penthouse,' right?"

"Good," Orm replied, smirking. "Let them talk."

Becky gasped dramatically. "Who are you, and what have you done with my sassy-but-private boss?"

Orm laughed, grabbing an apron. "I'm still sassy. Just... happier."

Becky grinned, grabbing her phone. "This is gold. I need to update Freen."

Orm groaned. "Becky, no."

"Oh, yes," Becky said, already typing. "This is too good to keep to myself."

Back at her penthouse, Lingling settled into her chair by the window, staring out at the city skyline. Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up to see a message from Orm.

Orm: Made it to the café. Becky's being... Becky. Miss you already.

Lingling's lips curved into a soft smile as she typed her reply.

Lingling: Miss you too.

For the first time in her life, Lingling felt no need to control or calculate. With Orm, everything just... fit.