━━━ 𝕏𝕀𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕃𝕀 𝕐𝔸𝕆 - ''𝔽𝔸𝕂𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼,,!
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As the head baker at a cozy downtown bakery, Y/N's life revolves around perfecting pastries and bread. But when her best friend and boss, Mortefi, asks for a favour she can'...
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A week later, Y/N found herself back at Xiangli's apartment, this time with a packed suitcase in tow. The day had started with an unexpected call from Xiangli, informing her that his parents wanted to know why she wasn't already living with him. He, a little shamefully, admits that, in a panic, he mayyy have told them she already was. They got so excited to hear the news, that they said they would come over within the next two weeks for dinner at their now shared apartment to celebrate.
Y/N gripped the handle of her small suitcase tightly as she stepped into Xiangli Yao's pristine apartment for the second time ever, only to be deemed its second resident. The air was cool and faintly scented with his cologne, a subtle mix of sandalwood and citrus that was somehow both soothing and intimidating.
"This will be... ehm, your space," Xiangli said, gesturing to the guest room door he had just opened. His tone was casual, but Y/N could see the faint crease in his brow that betrayed his discomfort.
She stepped inside, and her eyes widened. The room was more opulent than any hotel she had ever stayed in. The bed, covered in a cloud of plush white pillows, looked like it could swallow her whole. The panoramic view of the city sparkled against the twilight, and the walls were a calming shade of blue-gray. The room had its own bathroom, and Y/N wondered how it managed to be bigger then her own bedroom back in her appartment.
"This... is the guest room?" she asked, setting her suitcase down carefully on the polished hardwood floor.
"The only one in the apartment. You don't like it?" he asked, standing by the door with his arms crossed.
"No, it's... great. Just very... extra."
He shrugged, looking over the room as if it was the first time he was seeing it too. A small smile played on his lips. "Well get used to it, it's all yours now"
Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If this was what he considered "normal," they were in for an interesting few weeks.
The first week in Xiangli Yao's apartment unfolded in a quiet, almost surreal rhythm. Y/N moved through the space like a guest who wasn't quite sure how long they'd be staying. Her suitcase remained partially unpacked in the corner of the guest room, its open lid a silent reminder that this was temporary, a performance, nothing more.
It didn't help that she rarely saw Xiangli.
They had always been opposites in lifestyle: she thrived in the early hours of the morning, while he came alive under the soft glow of city lights. Living together only magnified this difference. Y/N would stumble out of bed at 2:30 a.m., slipping out the front door for her bakery shift before the sun had even risen. By the time she returned in the afternoons, the apartment was empty, as though no one else lived there.
