Namjoon's POV

I shift around on the air mattress as I hear my mother's screams. I slowly get up and stretch out my back. At least I was getting my bed back because this air mattress is just not going to do. I walk across the room, the old wood rough against my bare feet. I'm going to get a rug or something too I hope, to avoid splinters.

I go down the stairs and my mom is yelling "Namjoon, hurry up and get out here, we have to get the truck unloaded!". I give a grumble in response and head out the door. The sun is bright and I'm still groggy. I rub my eyes, and make my way to the truck. I smile as I greet the movers. They had been very kinda and a big help during the move, so they didn't deserve an attitude. As I reach for a box I see a boy who looks about my age turn around and walk away on the lawn next door. He looks happy and his sandy brown hair bobs in the sunlight as he walks away. He is wearing what looks to be a school uniform.

The thought of a new school suddenly hits me. I hate that I had to leave in the middle of the school year, senior year was supposed to be the best, but instead, my father gets in a wreck and my mother couldn't handle living in our house after his passing, so off we moved here, in Daejeon. Seemed like a nice enough place, so I guess I'll be fine.

I quickly shake away these thoughts and help the movers, and picture the end