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