Wake Up - Sung Joon (Shut Up Flower Boy Band OST) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_-hpPr6Xv8)     ----------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     On the last day of your trip to the beach, sly Seyong peeked into your bedroom.   To his relief, you were still sleeping. He let out the breath he had been holding and soundlessly closed the door with care.   As he walked down the flight of stairs, Insoo appeared with his kitchen apron and bandanna on. He gave the redhead a firm look, “She didn’t wake up, did she?”   Seyong made a victory sign with his hand, “Nope! Peaceee!”   All the boys let out sighs. JunQ chuckled, “I thought she would wake up for sure when you dropped that pot, Seyong hyung. Luckily, she’s a heavier sleeper than we thought.”   “Ya think?” Insoo rolled his eyes, pulling off the apron and bandanna, setting it aside. “She could probably stay in slumber-land even during a fire alarm. This is why I’m worried for her.” He shook his head.   Gunwoo shrugged, “No matter. We’ll make sure that that’ll never happen.”   Chaejin stretched out his arms and clapped at the wonderful breakfast they had attempted to make you. Insoo was still in the middle of making the waffles, but the sausages and eggs were done. JunQ and Gunwoo were busy pouring orange juice into cups.   “I’m gonna miss this place.” He pouted as he patted the wall, “It’s our last day at the beach house. We’d better than Jongup hyung when we get back. He’s done a lot for us.”   The boys laughed and agreed.   At that precise moment, a subtle, almost silent knock came at the door. The sound of it sent a wave of bad shudders down their bodies. Insoo’s eyes narrowed instantly as Gunwoo immediately took charge.   “…Who is that? No one’s supposed to set foot in this territory…” Chaejin paused. Seyong froze, growing defensive.   “Come. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Insoo walked up to the door as Gunwoo opened it, “He—MMPF!” Hands grabbed him.   “NOONA—ACK!”   -----------------------   *NOONA—ACK!*   You woke up with a jolt. Cold sweat was running down your forehead and you didn’t know why, but an uneasy feeling churned up in your stomach.   You kept quiet and listened, hoping that you would feel reassured by the boys’ bickering and muffled noises downstairs, but you heard nothing.   Absolutely nothing.   Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. *How come it’s so quiet? It’s… too quiet.* You slipped out of bed