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JIMIN's POV
As I stood in front of the open suitcase, a sense of trepidation washed over me. Packing had always been a daunting task, but this time it felt especially daunting. After all, this wasn't just any trip – this was my chance to make a lasting impression on Y/N and hopefully, finally become her best friend.
I surveyed the array of clothes strewn across my bed, trying to decide what to bring. Should I go for a casual look or something more formal? Did Y/N prefer guys who dressed stylishly or were more laid-back? The questions swirled around in my mind, each one more daunting than the last.
With a deep breath, I reached for a stack of shirts, tossing them haphazardly into the suitcase. As I did, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer volume of clothing I seemed to have accumulated over the years. Did I really need all of this? Probably not, but better safe than sorry, right?
Just as I was about to move on to the next item on my packing list, Jungkook burst into the room, a grin plastered across his face. "Hey, hyung, what's going on here? Having a little trouble with your packing?" he teased, his laughter echoing off the walls.
I shot him a withering glare, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "No, everything's under control," I muttered, attempting to sound confident despite the chaos unfolding before me.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he watched me wrestle with the stubborn zipper. "Sure looks like it," he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
I huffed in frustration, giving the suitcase one final push in a desperate attempt to close it. To my dismay, it remained stubbornly unyielding, mocking me with its refusal to cooperate.
"Need a hand, hyung?" Jungkook offered, barely able to contain his amusement at my predicament.
I shot him a glare, my pride wounded by his mocking tone. "No, I've got this," I insisted stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat even as I struggled to keep the unruly suitcase in check.
But despite my best efforts, the suitcase remained firmly shut, its contents threatening to burst forth at any moment. Jungkook's laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of my own frustrated grumblings as I resigned myself to the fact that I was well and truly defeated by a piece of luggage.
In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of cosmic punishment for my audacious attempt to impress Y/N. If so, it seemed that fate had a twisted sense of humor indeed.
With a defeated sigh, I flopped onto the bed, my limbs splayed out in exhaustion. Jungkook took pity on me, offering a sympathetic pat on the back as he tried to stifle his laughter.
"Come on, hyung, let me help you out," he said, reaching for the suitcase and deftly maneuvering the zipper into place. With a satisfying click, it finally closed, much to my relief.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Jungkook, despite his earlier teasing. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
As I surveyed the now neatly packed suitcase, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. Maybe this trip wouldn't be such a disaster after all. Maybe I could actually pull this off and finally become Y/N's best friend....
