I sat between Taemin and Minho on the sofa, Jonghyun held the remote in his hand as he sat on the floor. The news was on but we didn’t pay any attention.

           There came a knock at the door and we all looked at it blankly before I stood up and walked over, opening it.

            A burst of cool air greeted me, I look around for someone but no one’s around, and looking down I find a yellow envelope on the ground. I pick it up slowly, before returning inside.

            “What is it?” Jonghyun’s up and beside me instantly, staring at the envelope.

            “There’s no address or anything,” I speak.

            Minho walks over, pulling the envelope out of my hand,

“Just open it, already,” he still holds on his poker face as he rips it open, pulling out a sheet of paper.

He reads it over.

“Well?” Jonghyun and I ask impatiently.

He looks up, his face the same but his eyes holding a small light, one that’d been missing for days now.

“We’ve got him. You know very well who. You’ll receive more information in a few months,” he reads.

“Months?!” Jonghyun shouts angrily, “A few days maybe, but months?!”

I grip his arm, and open my mouth to speak when Taemin’s voice catches us off guard,

“So this means he’s alright...that he’s alive, right?”

We all look over at him, his voice sounded so frail, and h