It's short but I decided to write myungjong first since I had the inspiration. I would write the other two requests possibly by Friday. I hope you like it. Please leave a comment. Any feedback is good. Enjoys the kinda creepy thing going on here 

The wind blowing through my hair woke me up. I vaguely remembered leaving the window open the night before. Last night Sungjong insisted in leaving it open, he likes the fresh air in the the morning. The day was dark, clouds looming in the horizon. I think it might rain. An owl makes noises outside the window as if screaming out for me. I ignore it. It's not important, not really. The clock ticks slowly, merely a background noise to the thumping that comes from the wall next to the bed. 

I smile as I remember the person that's in the room next door. His name is Sungjong, and he looks like an angel. He's my boyfriend, but he refuses to sleep with me, says he's too shy. I put on some black pants, I know how much he loves this color. I slowly move towards the door. A slow whimper can be heard next door. I open without knocking. 

I notice that the stains by the door were still a deep shade of red. I wished they would fade, Sungjong doesn't like that color. He never did. The clock keeps ticking, an annoying sound that bounces off the walls. Sungjong is sitting down in the bed. His smile is dazzling although his eyes are always unfocused. He has a short attention span. I never blame him.