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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 deep blue skies. He fetches a knife out from his pocket to
use as a makeshift cap 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 he doesn't plan on
drinking his sorrows away tonight, he searches his pocket again and
picks out a small lighter. He takes a deep breath, sniffling before
thumbing the light. The flame flickers, dancing about, producing little
heat. Jongin lights the mouth of the bottle, 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 crookedly,
it's a beautiful sight. 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.