Jongin sits on the rooftop of an old warehouse squinting at the late sunset with dark onyx eyes. The sun goes under, leaving purple clouds  
and cerulean blue skies. He fetches the knife out from his pocket to use as a makeshift opener for the crisp bottle of alcohol in his other  
hand. Successfully opening the bottle he drops the knife and takes a swig from the bitter cold drink. Quickly deciding that doesn't plan on  
drinking his sorrows away tonight so searches his pocket again and picks out a small lighter. He takes a deep breath, sniffling before  
turning it on. The flame flickers, dancing about, producing little heat. Jongin lights the mouth of the bottle, simply walks towards the  
edge of the building, and drops it from his fingertips. To Jongin, it's all in slow motion. He watches the bottle of fire fall, he  
watches it crash, he watches it burn. The sidewalk is quickly engulfed in flames. He hears the screams, he hears the alarms. He smiles, he  
thinks it's beautiful. The falling flames remind him of the sunset. The gorgeous vibrant colors vivid in his memory. It is then that  
Jongin realizes; he wants to become an arsonist.