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Bang Chan of 3Racha Spotted Spending the Night in a Hotel

3Racha leader was photographed booking a hotel room alone late at night. While no one else was seen with him, it's hard to be sure if he was actually alone or not. He seemed a bit uneasy as he made his way toward the elevator, glancing back over his shoulder every so often as if looking for someone.

Fans have taken to social media to discuss the strange behavior:

"He probably got in a fight with the other members."

"I hope he's not sleeping around. He's too good for that kind of thing and it'd destroy his career."

"He's definitely sneaking around to hide a relationship. I'd hate to be the person on the other end when it finally gets out who they are."

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"You're dead meat. I'm just putting it out there." JiSung holds his hands up in defeat.

There's nothing anyone can do or say to make the rumors just go away. If they come up with a lie, it'll still be something that paints him or the group in a bad light. There is no winning—but he knows he can't tell them the truth.

"I'm telling you—I left so you two wouldn't bother me. I was already pissed about all that stupid number shit, and I didn't want you to piss me off any more. That sleeping around shit didn't happen. It's just a goddamn comment that has no actual truth to it." Chan defends himself aggressively, refusing to let the others even start to think all the nonsense is a possibility. Even if some of it isn't necessarily untrue.

"Is that what you told the company? Because we don't believe that shit." ChangBin shrugs, casually fiddling with the tune of a song.

"Yeah, coming from you and the way you left last night—I don't believe it. It's bullshit. I mean—they can run the story of us having a fight or whatever—but we know better." JiSung confirms, settling into the studio couch for an afternoon nap.

"I'll be waiting for the truth. Until then—how does this sound?" ChangBin shifts his laptop to Chan can see it, passing off his headphones to the older.

"It's good." Chan grumbles before getting to his feet. He shoves his phone in his pocket and weaves his way through the small crowded studio.

"Where are you going?" ChangBin questions, catching JiSung's attention.

"To take a piss. You wanna follow me and take a picture of that for the media, too?" Chan rolls his eyes, stepping out of the room annoyed.

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"Talk." MinHo states firmly, his eyes glued on EunChae's lifeless body tucked safely under her weighted blanket.

"About?" EunChae sighs, rolling onto her side to face him.

"This shit. That's you in the background. The stupid ass media may not have noticed—but I did." MinHo tosses his phone down on the bed beside her.

"You're insane. That's not me." EunChae shoves his phone back at him, not wanting to deal with him.

"Bull fucking shit. Are you suddenly good enough for him? Did he call you up for a goddamn booty call or some fucking shit? You're better than him. I've told you a million goddamn times to just leave the fucker in the dust." MinHo grows more and more frustrated, refusing to accept her dismissal.