“Now that you’ve seen that, I have no choice. Tell me why you make up conspiracy theories about me and why you were stalking me or-” Renjun started flatly, pulling out a gun from somewhere behind his back that was probably hidden underneath his jumper. His tone hadn’t changed from when he was talking to the others either, scaring Jaemin even more if that was possible. “-I’ll shoot.” Gulping, Jaemin lowered his gaze from Huang Renjun’s face to the gun in front of him.