PLEASE DON'T KILL ME.
I'm soooo sorry, I really am. I know it's been a while since I last updated, but I had many problems to solve and my inspiration just disappeared. I didn't even know what to write ;__;  I hope you forgive me, I'll try to finish this fic because I don't want to leave it open like this but.. I can't promise anything ;__;
I'm sorry ;;

SO, BEFORE YOU START READING THIS, PLEASE, CHECK THIS MAP --> HERE 
It's the map of the agency ( e v e)/  I couldn't describe it so just look at the image, lol. (That's my paint skill, I nailed it ...)

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He didn't want to go to work and face Namekawa, next morning. He just wanted to forget everything that had happened the previous night but.. how? The whole night he kept on thinking about the older, he couldn't even sleep properly. What did he have to do? Or say? He wanted to blame the beers but, come on, they only had drunk one bottle. He couldn't just say "it was the alcool". He was angry with Namekawa, but he was also angry with himself because he had let him do whatever he wanted.
It was the first time, in his whole life, when he was left speechless. He had no idea what to say, how to deal with ..'that'. Obviously Giseok and Jongsu would have been left out from the matter. And everyone else too. Nobody should have been aware of what had happened that night. Hang-Il wasn't into guys and he wasn't attracted to Yasuo. Not at all. What about his idol image? If someone had discovered it.. it would have been the end for them, for the group.
To distract himself, he decided to check his cellphone and he discovered he had two new messages. As he opened the first one, he found out it was sent by Giseok and it said: "Mission complete: a drunk Tiger hyung said no practice tomorrow (y)"
At that, Hang-il couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh, smiling to himself. He jumped on the bed, maybe too excited to sleep. But, hey! No practice meant no Namekawa. And no Namekawa meant no stress and problems at all.
After a while he calmed down and checked the other message, from Cherry. He started reading it but it was way too long to read it all so, after reading the first two lines, he put down the phone.
"Oppa, is everything okaaay? What a shame, I didn't get to know you better kkk~ but we could still meet each other tomo-"
He liked her. She was y and beautiful. She had a nice body, although she was a bit short in height, but he didn't really care. But, god, she was annoying. Since the day they first met, she kept on sending messages to Hang-Il, asking this, asking that as if they really were dating. He didn't want a girlfriend. Not to be rude but he actually wanted a good , that was all.
When he looked at the time on the display, he found out it was late and, although he didn't have to work next morning, he decided to sleep a little, because reading those two messages didn't really help him relax. Of course he was happy that he wouldn't get to see Yasuo, the following day, but still.. his body was printed on his mind and he couldn't forget it. He had liked it, maybe a bit too much and that wasn't good. 

Next day, he woke up at noon and still he wanted to sleep more. But he had to go to gym. There was no practice that day, so he could just stay at home or invite Cherry or watch TV and do nothing for the rest of the day but.. going to the gym was like a drug to him. It helped him relax while building up a good body. It was tiring but it was thousands times better than training with the others and trying those awful choreographies (if you could call them so). So, after having a quick breakfast, he prepared his bag (and himself) and then left home.
But when he arrived in front of the agency, he let out a huge sigh and then yawned, still sleepy.
« I should be sleeping at home, right now. » he murmured. But then, again, maybe this place could have helped him focus on something else rather than thinking of Namekawa, right?
He made his way to the locker room and put down the bag on one of the benches, then he sat next to it, with his legs a bit apart. He sighed silently as he looked around the room, deciding to take it slow and relax but.. he suddenly noticed another bag, placed on another bench near him. He furrowed his brows and looked again around the room to see if there was someone else but nothing. He didn't recognize it. Actually he had never payed attention to the other guys' bags, of course he didn't know to whom it belonged. Why was anyone there anyway? There was no practice that day and he knew for sure that none of the other three enjoyed practicing in their spare time so.. why? He sighed again, this time it was a deep sigh as he stood up and "examined" the bag to find out its owner. He hoped it wasn't Yasuo. He almost prayed god (and he didn't even believe in him, so ..). As he opened it, he felt a cellphone vibrating, so he searched for it inside the bag, finding it in a couple of seconds. He was curious. Not  to read the message, but to discover who owned those things. So maybe, checking the message, could have been the answer. He lit the display and saw a picture of M.I.B on the background of the locked screen. It was a selca taken the first day they stood on a stage together. Well, that was sweet. He tried to unlock the screen and.. surprisingly, there was no code or anything to stop him so he easily opened the message. It was sent by "Handsome hyung~". He rolled his eyes and.. well, he peeked at it. He was curious, whoever owned that bag had left its cellphone there so it was their fault, not Hang-Il's.

SMS from: Handsome hyung~ - 15:47
{ I'll pick you up after practice, 'kay?

Suddenly Hang-Il became nervous. 'hyung' meant the both of them were guys and.. 'handsome'.. well, meant handsome. So the owner of the phone could have been Namekawa, since he was the only one who liked guys, right? But maybe.. it was Jongsu with one of his friends. He didn't want to find out but he had a feeling he was right. Was that "handsome guy" Name's boyfriend? Nay.. was he really Namekawa?  In the other room there was the singer and he couldn't avoid him unless he returned back home. But he was still curious so he decided to read a bit more of those text messages.

SMS from: Handsome hyung~ - 21:06
{ Guess who's sleeping with you tonight.

SMS to: Handsome hyung~ - 21:11
{ Are you serious..? Don't fool with me, hyung!

SMS from: Handsome hyung~ - 21:15
{ I know you missed me~

SMS to: Handsome hyung~ - 21:15
{ Yah! Of course I did, you moron! You're not sleeping with me, pf.

SMS from: Handsome hyung~ - 21:21
{ You can't resist~

Well.. It looked like they were really dating. Or at least.. really intimate. And.. Namekawa had cheated on his boyfriend with him? Wow. That guy.. Seriously. He was disgusting, Hang-Il couldn't even think about something to say. He didn't want to see him, nor to talk to him. 
He decided to put down the phone as he shook his head a few times. He got up and got ready for work, wearing baggy shorts and a black sleeveless shirt, then he took his towel and started to walk towards the gym but he stopped when he heard music start. It was "나만 힘들게 (only hard for me)" and he stood there, in silence, for some seconds until he heard Namekawa singing the chorus. Yes, it was definitely him, he could hear his voice coming from the other gym, where they usually practiced together, singing and dancing and all those things. He didn't want to see him, so he just avoided him and went to lift weights instead. 

Time passed quickly and the leader found himself drenched in sweat and tired as hell after two hours of lifting weights, exercise bike, declines, etc. He needed a good shower so he made his way towards the locker room to pick up another towel and use it to clean himself, since this one was already soaked. The music has stopped, by now. Probably Namekawa had already went home so he didn't have to worry about meeting him there, in the locker room.
Unfortunately for him the bag was still there. Hang-Il sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair as he closed his eyes, hoping that Namekawa wasn't in the showers. But apparently god wasn't on his side, that day because, as soon as he stepped on the shower room, he saw a half figure who gave him his back, slowly taking off his boxer. Hang-Il gulped and tried to focus on something else, but damn, those shower were one next to the other and Namekawa had probably already noticed him. He decided to keep ignoring him, hanging his towel but suddenly he heard a voice.
« What are you doing here? » The singer said, now facing the younger one who stood there, with his head hanging low.
« Not your business. » He answered, trying to be as cold as possible. He was good in that. He could hear the other sighing and lifted his head to look at him, but he could only see his back. 
« Can't you just.. go away? » Murmured the older, without turning his face once. He was always so direct that it seemed strange to see him like that, facing the other direction, looking so sad. What.. was wrong with him? Not that Hang-Il cared, of course. He didn't want to see him, nor to talk to him, remember?
« ..is everything all right? » Those words escaped his mouth and he could see Namekawa's shoulders turning slowly as he finally met his eyes. Both of them looke a bit surprised but then, the vocalist, smiled weakly.