Only You - LingOrm Unofficial Fanfic - (IraTawan)

Chapter 8: Flour, Laughter, and Sadness

The weekend had arrived, and Tawan found herself at Ira's penthouse once again. Even on her off days, Tawan stayed close, watching over Ira as part of her duty. She was used to monitoring her client from her own apartment, but there was something about being in Ira's home that felt different. There was a warmth in the air, an unspoken connection she couldn't quite name.

Ira's penthouse was a spacious duplex, with a modern staircase that led up to a second level where Ira often practiced her dance routines. Tawan had developed a habit of sitting on the stairs, silently observing Ira as she moved gracefully by the window, her body in perfect rhythm.

Tawan found herself mesmerized by the sight, her heart racing whenever Ira's long, toned legs caught the sunlight streaming through the window. She couldn't help but notice how flawless Ira's skin looked, and once or twice, she'd even caught herself imagining what it would feel like to touch it—only to quickly snap herself out of that thought.

As Tawan sat there, trying to focus on anything but her growing feelings, Ira was well aware of the effect she was having on her bodyguard. Ira loved dancing provocatively, knowing that Tawan was watching. 

It was part of her plan, after all—her determined effort to make Tawan fall for her. Months had passed since Tawan started working for her, and Ira had noticed how carefully Tawan kept her distance, how she never fully smiled at her despite their growing closeness. Tawan was always serious, always professional, and it frustrated Ira to no end.

After the recent incident with the attacker, Tawan had become even more vigilant. She was more protective, always ensuring Ira was shielded from any danger. Ira had taken advantage of this protectiveness to initiate more physical contact—holding Tawan's hand, clinging to her shoulder, and sometimes even hugging her, pretending to be scared. 

But Ira was anything but scared. She was mischievous, playful, and determined to break through Tawan's cold exterior.

Behind her mask of seriousness, Ira had seen Tawan smile a few times when she thought no one was watching. It was those small moments that gave Ira the confidence to push forward. She had to make Tawan remember that she was the little girl Tawan had saved all those years ago. Even though Tawan hadn't acknowledged it yet, Ira knew Tawan remembered the details—the way she had opened the door that day, still wearing her glasses because she had been reading. Tawan had been momentarily stunned, and Ira could see in her eyes that she recognized her.

But today, Ira had a different plan. She was going to bake something and use it as an excuse to keep Tawan around a little longer.

"Tawan," Ira called from the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous smile. "I'm baking a cake. You're staying to try it, right?"

Tawan, ever the stoic, shook her head slightly. "I don't think that's necessary. I can—"

Ira cut her off with a dramatic pout, her eyes welling up as if she were about to cry. "You're really not going to stay? You don't want to taste my cake? You'll hurt my feelings..."

Tawan sighed, feeling the weight of defeat. She couldn't say no to Ira when she looked at her like that. "Fine," she said, her voice low. "I'll stay."

Ira grinned triumphantly and set about preparing the ingredients. As they worked in the kitchen together, Ira made small talk, trying to get Tawan to open up.