Knock! Knock!

His eyes shot open. Immediately a slight pain originated in his head. He clutched his forehead and rolled on the bed.

Feeling thirsty, he sat up and looked for his bottle. Jimin had kept the bottle on the bed stand before he left. Yoongi smiled.

As Yoongi took two mouthfuls, the cool water cooling his insides as well, there was a knock. Eyebrows furrowed, Yoongi checked the time. It was almost two in the morning.

Who on earth would come now? Jimin? He wondered.

After closing his bottle, Yoongi immediately went to the door and swung it open. His eyes widened at the sight.

Her long silky hair down, clad in a white satin nightgown, standing in front of him with a subtle smile, was Amy.

"Hey," she greeted him quite pleasantly.

"Hey..." Though fully clothed, Yoongi felt naked infront of her. He covered his torso with his arm. Finding it difficult to meet her eyes while she looked so hot, he looked away.

"Are you feeling any better?" She asked.

Yoongi smiled slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Just a little dehydrated. That's all."

"Just drink lots of water," she advised him.

He nodded. Then asked, "So you came in the middle of the night to ask me that?"

She shook her head and said, "I came to see your abs."

As soon as Yoongi's eyes bulged with surprise at her unexpected reply, she bit her lip and pushed him back into his room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the bedroom floor. Before Yoongi could comprehend what was going on, her lips crashed onto his and they fell back onto his bed.

YOONGI!

Sweating profusely, Yoongi jolted awake from his sleep. His heart was racing uncontrollably and he took in deep breaths to calm down.

Since all lights were off, the room was relatively dark. Only the faint light of a bulb from outside his window let him see until his eyes adjusted to the dark.

And then he remembered her. His hand then went to his left, searching for the girl who had spent the night with him. She wasn't there.

Eyebrows scrunched in confusion, he sat up on the bed looking around.

Did she leave while I was asleep? He wondered.

Slowly, he got up from his bed and slipped into his clothes he picked off the floor. First, he checked the bathroom, but it was empty. He walked out of the room not forgetting his keys this time. It was cooler outside.

Not cooler maybe, but more pleasant would be a better choice of words. He thought.

Soon, he took the path that led to the beach. The secluded narrow path, flanked on either side by tall trees, equidistant street lights shining the way was devoid of any human.

Hands in his pockets, Yoongi hummed as he enjoyed the walk alone.

A rustle.

His ears stood alert as he caught the sound. Coming to a halt, he waited for more. And he heard it again.

To his right he turned, following the sound, and he saw the leaves among the forest rustle. But it was dark, and he wasn't ready to follow something unknown into the darkness.

As he stood still staring into the same spot, he saw it. A hand fell out from the bushes and lay flat on the ground, the rest of the body still out of sight.

Shit.

He stood weirdly as one leg of his was ready to run to the reception, while the other leg wanted to go to the still human hand.

"Argh!"

He groaned as he made his decision. Hand it is.

He jumped off the ledge and into the forest. The hand was still in sight. He tried to walk quietly but the fallen leaves failed him miserably. Yoongi cursed himself as the leaves crunched underneath his shoes. When it was quiet again, he resumed. Kneeling beside the hand, he pushed aside the bushes to see the owner.

Blood oozing from her mouth, staining her once white nightgown, eyes wide as she lay in horror was Amy.