Jiyong sees the envelope clipped neatly on the cover of Seunghyun's lyric file and. 

He knows.

Seunghyun is never the kind to ever bother, checking the mailbox, much less open an envelope, let alone safekeep one. 

Jiyong doesn't inspect it the first day he notices it. Nor the second. Neither the third. But on the forth day, he's uneasy, alone and sitting in the studio, unable to read the crochet and minums and semiquavers adorning the music sheets. The clockhand points a quater of an hour to midnight and Jiyong feels his pulse race just thinking about infringing on his hyung's privacy. 

The envelope still sits there enervatingly, seemingly fast asleep on the cover page of Seunghyun's lyric file.

Jiyong's breath is caught up in his throat. His fingers are barely mobile when they reach  to trace past the smooth felt like surface of the envelope. There's the military seal, stamped next to the address of the recipient.

Jiyong stops breathing.

A/N: Self explanatory title. Figured it was about high time the VIPs (myself included) come to terms with the forthcoming reality.