Two hundred sixty one days .... And god knows how many hours jin stayed inside the coven ( NOTE: A fancy name for a mental isylum ) and jin swore he wasn't insane , it  had  to be a mistake ... But no matter how hard he banged the grey metal door of his lonely white cell , they didn't let him out .. Only judging stares from the nurses passing by time to time. It's hard not going insane (-er) In the coven as they corner you as some sort of a social experiment guarding you  cautionary eyes monitoring your every move . The weirdly shaped pills , the counciling sessions , the meditatings and the doctor's offices ...well, A lot of doctors offices made in to a habitual routine of the patient number 3105 ; Kim seokjin. He was just more than grateful to be at his apartment again out of the coven ; as a individul who is safe to interact with other stable citizens 

     Ding!  The elevator of his apartment opened to reveal people inside ; normal people...  His neighbours whispered murmurs of the horror of  living next to a madman and shifted uncomfortably to the side leaving a abnormal spacious spot for a single person. Hugging his cardboard box of his belonging to his chest , he stepped inside and buried his head inside the box momentary hiding himself from normal people...  he inhaled bad memories of rude colorful pills , of gagging hospital smells , of stinging hydrogen peroxide , of rusty smells of books on positivity ...of smells of absolute delleria ... Of smells of absolute insanity ...  Jin was suffocating. 

another ding ! and jin was deserted out in the seventh floor ... The isle of his apartment floor seemed almost foriegn to him , he had to circle around a few times before finding his own apartment. The gold plate craved 5025 evidenced jin that this was his apartment and hurringly jin tried to opened the door with his key .. He was not very good with keys .. Heck ! He was not good in anything ! But nothing and fire contrasted with each other. He was really good with fire    

It was when jin was ten years old and was bullied for his wide shoulders , coincidently his first encounter with fire happened around that time too. His chubby little fingers found an interesting tip of charcoal . Soon enough , he lit it up in to a beautiful yellowish orange flame. Jin gasped audibly at his new found interest , he finally has something to write for his school essay ; miss almstrong is going to give him a red star this time around .Too bad it lasted too short... The kid lit up another and a another and yet another matchstick until he was left with burnt stubs on his lap , ashes sprinkled over his checked black short. Taking out the last matchstick out of the box , the little kis was determined to keep the flame alive for longer this time ... 

                                So he just set his teddy bear ; banana... On fire. 

Kim seokjin didn't miss the flame traveling north on its fur , distorting the bear's features and plopping the button eyes off. His pet bear was blind now. The arguments of the two adults came to a abrupt hault as The smoke from a dying teddy bear finally reached the kitchen down stairs. They rudly barged in to jin's room to witness the fire caught on to the light blue curtains , the bedspreads , even the solar system jin made for the science fair last year. And then jin looked back at the two of his parents ; his eyes reflecting the same rage of the fire. 

     But he swore his deep infatuation with fire has nothing in correlation to stop him from achieving his childhood dream ; and that is to be a kindergarten teacher ... Jin wasn't sure about children but he loved kindergarten ! When he was young his home was very far from his kindergarten .. And being kindergarten teacher meant staying more in the kindergarten and being in the kindergarten meant not going home and not going home is good 

   Jin finally twisted the unlocked door in to creaky open and dropped his cardboard box on the floor with a loud thud. Some of his belongings toppled over the hardwood floor. Jin jumped over the it  ; not cleaning up afterwards his mess like a good boy . Jin was never a good boy. Jin threw himself on to the sofa with a sigh. He heard his a running tap and cleaning of plates ; that's his mother probably. She didn't even notice jin's arrival. Well, she was never the observant motherly type. To her , jin was just a mistake … and jin knew mother despised his looks as more he grew older more his features became alike to his own father's. A Callous banging of two plates clanging in to the floor jolted jin in to the kitchen in seconds but the tap was closed and the plates were perfectly stacked inside the pink rack where he left them two hundred and sixty one days ago ... 

       His mother was already dead. The fire caught on to the blue curtains remember ?  

The coven told the constant hallucinations were the side effects of depression ; but jin beg to differ. It was the side effect of hatred. 

The phone vibrated in his pocket startling the very confused jin.he popped in mint gums  ( as mint always calmed him; or as he thought it did )before He slides the green answering  icon on his phone and a automated voice greeted him  

" good morning !" It was already half past midnight .... " we have a package waiting downstairs for you , please tell us on where to put it ?" Jin never ordered a package ... But he answered anyway. 

" parking slot ; 5025 " his answer was shortened by the a quick reply afterwards 

" thank you ! Order wanderlust again !" The call ended on a enthusiastic note and jin was left inside the lonely kitchen again. Jin was quick on his feet , he closed the mahogany door behind him and entered the elevator again . He going to have a package for the first time in his life !

the elevator door opened on the basement and jin was surrounded by - darknesss | 'därknis| 

He loved darkness a little too much.it calmed him  The enveloping darkness sang to jin ... in soft whispers and low hums. Even in the darkness jin can  spot his ' mini ' parked inside the designated slot . He called the barely legally moving priece of metal a  vintage car but in reality jin was broke. To his great relief there was a package wrapped in brown paper on his ' mini' (yes , jin named his car  .. Everything is worthy of a name ) proving that the previous call wasn't a prank call. Jin hugged it to his chest and returned back to the reception And pressed the ' up' button as he waited for the elevator to arrive. The abandoned reception counter emitted enough light for jin to see his name on the packaging clearly. He tossed it around several times to check for the seal of the coven ( he had no relatives or friends to mail him, coven is the only place that possessed his address  ) but he found nothing. For all jin knows this also could be a bomb 

                               Jin never played with a bomb before ... And he was all  alone in his apartment... He was rather feeling lonely .... And a bomb sounds like fun ... Stopping his train of thoughts the elevator dinged and jin got on to the empty elevator for