You loved your gun. Lord, it was your baby, ask Yoongi, your twin, older brother. Ask Namjoon, your leader. Ask Jin or Hoseok. 
They'll give you the same answer. You, Min Y/N loved your gun. No one touched it. Well, no one was supposed to touch it but that perverted Bunny Mask stole it from you along with a kiss. And you weren't going to forgive him. Oh, fuck no. ☆ "Until next time, love." ☆ "Such a beautiful, beautiful sight. Do you know how many times I was tempted to walk out of the shadows just so I can touch you? But Hyung always said it wasn't the right time.... Each time you killed your targets, it was so, so hard for me not to just join in. The temptation....!" ~☆~ 
"That fucking bastard... I want my gun back." ~☆~

What if Wei Wuxian didn't die? What if they didn't try to kill him? What if they all lived in harmony? Would it be better? Or would another chaos emerge?

thriller . . . . horror . . . . romantic