Love or Destiny

Lost Paths

"Is that your farmhouse?" Lisa asked, her eyes wide as she stared at the grand structure in front of them.

Namjoon chuckled softly. "Yes. Why?"

Lisa shook her head in disbelief. "It looks more like a mansion."

Hoseok let out an impressed whistle. "This is insane! It's so cool."

The others nodded in agreement, their gazes roaming over the elegant architecture, the vast greenery surrounding it, and the quiet serenity that wrapped around the place like a protective embrace.

"Let's go inside," Namjoon said, smiling at their reactions.

As soon as they stepped in, the admiration only grew. High ceilings, spacious rooms, warm wooden interiors. It was luxurious yet comforting.

Everyone slowly dispersed to their respective rooms, settling in for what was supposed to be a peaceful retreat.

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Next morning, the soft chirping of birds stirred Jennie awake.

She blinked slowly as golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, falling gently across her face. For a moment, she just lay there, listening. No traffic, no noise, no chaos.

Only peace.

She stepped out onto the balcony, her breath catching at the view. Endless greenery stretched as far as her eyes could see, the morning mist still clinging to the trees.

It was beautiful. Very beautiful.

Almost like a world far away from reality.

A faint smell reached her. Warm, sweet and delicious.

Curious, she followed it.

It led her to the kitchen.

Inside, she saw a tall figure standing by the stove, completely focused on cooking. His back was turned to her.

She quietly took a seat at the counter.

"What are you cooking?" she asked casually.

"Son of a—!"

He flinched, nearly dropping what he was holding, his hand flying to his chest.

"You scared me."

She blinked. "Yoongi, right?"

"...Yes."

Same straight face.

She tilted her head, studying him. "Can't you smile?"

He frowned slightly. "What?"

"I mean...you always look like this. No expressions. Just...a poker face."

He stared at her for a moment, unimpressed.

Okay, maybe not the best topic.

"So...what are you cooking?" she quickly asked.

"Pancakes. And coffee."

Her eyes lit up. "That smells amazing. Can I have some?"

He poured his coffee calmly. "I only cooked for myself."

"Oh..."

She pouted slightly, disappointed.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then, unexpectedly, he slid the plate toward her.

"I'm not that hungry. You can have it."

She blinked in surprise. "But it's yours."