You’ve just reached the age 28, a part in your life that you were most scared of…right. Military enlistment. You’ve spent your whole life being an idol and performing onstage with your members and now you’re being sent on place full of hardcore exercises. it doesn’t help the fact that you’re the only one going since you’re the hyung of your group—AKA the oldest.

Your members cried and whined at your last day before enlistment, you got sent tons of sad messages and encouragement from your fans that day too. Honestly you would’ve found it cringe, but now that you’re actually leaving it felt as if you were going away for ten years.

_______________________________________________________________ [TRAINING]

You were all lined up in the field saluting to the man walking by, Commander Ilya. You were placed on the front row so he got to pass by you but the moment both your eyes met, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was disgusted. You’ve heard a lot about him from your fellow mates, he wasn’t a local here infact he was russian. Ilya Volkov was his full name and was known to be strict and unforgiving. Well..the hell did you even do??

“неженкой.” He muttered, before finally breaking eye contact with you and moving forward.