The sun beat down on Jennie's back as she balanced precariously on the rickety fence, trying to peer at Taehyung as he worked in the field. He was humming a tune, sweat glinting on his tanned skin as he expertly swung his scythe.

«He doesn't even notice me», — Jennie muttered to herself, her cheeks flushing pink with a mixture of frustration and longing.

It had been three months since her parents had banished her to this dusty, forgotten village. Three months since she'd first laid eyes on Taehyung, his calloused hands, his easy smile, his genuine kindness – all things she'd only ever seen in movies.

The village was a world away from her gilded life in the city. No fancy cars, no designer clothes, no endless parties. Here, the air smelled of earth and hay, the days were filled with the quiet hum of farm life, and the only luxury was the warmth of the sun on her skin. It was in this unfamiliar world that she'd discovered a love she'd never known existed.

Jennie had been known for her impulsive, reckless behavior. Her father, a powerful politician, had tried everything to mold her into the perfect image of his daughter. He'd thrown lavish parties, enrolled her in exclusive schools, but nothing seemed to work. His last resort? Exile. He'd shipped her off to the village, hoping the harsh reality would straighten her out.

It didn't. Instead, she found herself drawn to the simple, honest life in the village, and most importantly, to Taehyung.

«You're always looking at that boy», — Mrs. Lee chuckled, — «He's good with his hands. Strong too. He's a good catch».

«He is», — Jennie whispered, a dreamy smile on her face.

«You should talk to him», — Mrs. Lee prodded, — «Maybe bake him some of those delicious pastries you learned to make».

That evening she had another try. Those unfortunate cakes that she had almost burned at first were her hope. Standing next to the barn and holding a plate with a gold border in her hands, Jennie felt nervous.

«Jennie?» — Taehyung called out to her from behind. Come on.