Namjoon's POV

I felt refreshed from my nap and dinner, and made my way back to my room. I pull out my phone and see it yet again having no messages from any of my friends. There is one from my uncle asking how the move went, which I send a quick response to, and toss my phone onto my bed.

I decide to unpack some clothes into my dresser to get something accomplished. There was not too many clothes, some jeans, t-shirts, long-sleeved shirts and sweaters, and 3 pairs of shoes. I downsized a good bit as I packed for the move. If I didn't really want it, it went into the donate pile.

I finished unpacking the clothes and collapsed the box and added to the pile of others.

I check the time on my phone. It only passed 15 minutes. Gosh time was dragging. I sigh and fall back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Not very exciting either. I look down beside me and get another look at the school uniform tomorrow. I liked that my school would have uniforms, take pressure off of what you were going to wear. People at my old school were harsh about judging you based on that, so that was okay to move away from. The uniform isn't too bad, I think the tie is snazzy.

I hold it in from of me in front of the body mirror attached to the closet door. Not bad.

I lay the uniforms over the back of my desk chair and go to the window. Movement catches my eye. I see it's the boy my age walking down the pathway in front of his house. I can see his breath, probably because it was supposed to get into the low 20's tonight. He is zipping up his navy jacket. He's kinda cute, the look of concentration he had while completing this task. I give a small smile when my heart jumps.

He is looking up at me.

I quickly move away from the widow. Great, now my neighbor was going to think I was a major creeper. Bad timing, maybe I should just stay away from my windows to be safe.

I scold myself for being nosy and sit back down on my bed. I glance at my phone, the notifications remaining empty. I was really getting fed up. My old friends were a bunch of liars. Their promises to keep in touch were empty. And now my neighbor was probably convinced that I am some kind of creepy stalker. I guess I am going to be friendless for a while.

I smile when I remember this morning when I met Jungkook at the sweets shop. Maybe I will be able to hangout with him and his friends. I cheer myself up with these thoughts and decide to get to bed early. Better to get plenty of rest for my first day tomorrow so that I am not tired. I hadn't gotten much rest the past couple of days because of the move, but now I have my bed back, leaving little excuse. I set an alarm on my phone, yell a goodnight down stairs to my mother, and put on a black t-shirt and basketball shorts. I get under the covers, going to sleep almost immediately.