Hyeon sat there on the bed by the window, looking out at the world as it passed him by. He could have been out there enjoying the day or at least being productive in some way, such as looking for an apartment. Instead he didn't feel like moving right now. He didn't feel like going out and interacting with people or trying to get used to the differences between America and South Korea. The young man wrapped his arms around his legs after pulling them up to his chest as he pondered just what it was that he truly felt.

Effort could be put into the day thanks to the feelings. He felt lonely. Isolated. His father had suggested that he move to America to get away from all of the trouble with the Kpop industry and such and his Aunt and Uncle had been welcoming for him to stay with them for a while until he got his own place. But even staying with his Aunt, Uncle, and cousin he still felt lonely. They and Seung were great, though he was rather miffed at his Aunt and Uncle for how they were treating Seung, but it wasn't the same as what he was used to. Surrounded by family and still isolated.

Lonely because for the past few years he had been in constant contact with the others in his group. Sure they had their ups and downs, the clashes had been normal seeing how they had all been thrown together with little warning when S.M. decided they would be in a group together. But they had all gotten close over the time spent together. Friends, family, to some maybe more. To have that normal contact suddenly disappear was jarring. Sure he could call or message them but it wasn't the same. They were still busy when he wasn't, they were on different sleep cycles then he was.

Patience is what his Father had told him, patience and time would be all he needed to get used to the way things were now. But it was hard to have it when he kept turning to talk to Minsoo about an outfit someone was wearing that he knew the older man would have liked, or looking around for Min Jae to as if he wanted to go dancing. Every time he did something of the like he would be disappointed when he realized they weren't there.

Most of the time he had been good about hiding just how lost he felt from everyone, even when he got to talk to the others, since there was nothing anyone could do at this point of time. No reason to bother them with his feelings. Instead he did his best to try and put on a happy face and spend time with one or both of his cousins, doing his best to catch up on their lives now that he actually had time to talk about everything. That was one of the highlights of moving to America, actually having time for family and he tried not to let his isolation from the group impede on that.

Emotional or not though, he needed to force himself up off the bed before someone in the house came looking for him. He gave a sigh and uncurled before looking over at his laptop and the reason why he had spiraled down into loneliness this morning. Looking at the e-mail he felt a brief frown cross his face then he shook his head and forced himself to respond to the others while hopefully not giving away his black mood. They didn't need that when it was probably just as tough for them.

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