Martin Vargas

Your friendship with Martín was probably the most judged by all your fans and the media. You didn't know where they got so many conclusions that you two had something going on (it happened with all the band members), but if they weren't wrong about anything... it was that you felt something for him. From the age of fifteen, when you both started to become closer and officially became best friends.

Now at 19 and 20, neither of you had ever said anything about your feelings, not to mention that you were a scaredy-cat and Martín had never given you any sign of anything. You had avoided expressing your feelings for years, so as not to damage the friendship of the five of you, and even less to harm the band.
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"Villamil shouted, drawing everyone's attention. You entered the apartment the five of you shared, looking tired, your hair slightly disheveled, and practically throwing your backpack to the floor, leaving it by the door."
—And what happened to you?
Martin asked you

You're the fifth member of the band Morat, which is unusual since there were only four other guys, who had grown up with you since before you were born and were like brothers, even though they weren't related by blood except for Martín and Simón, the Vargas brothers. You joined the band thanks to Juan Pablo Villamil's insistence that you be there; you played piano and sang, so you belonged to Morat from the beginning.

Your friendship with Martín was probably the most judged by all your fans and the media. You didn't know where they got so many conclusions that you two had something going on (it happened with all the band members), but if they weren't wrong about anything... it was that you felt something for him. From the age of fifteen, when you both started to become closer and officially became best friends.

Now at 19 and 20, neither of you had ever said anything about your feelings, not to mention that you were a scaredy-cat and Martín had never given you any sign of anything. You had avoided expressing your feelings for years, so as not to damage the friendship of the five of you, and even less to harm the band.

— Valentina!

"Villamil shouted, drawing everyone's attention. You entered the apartment the five of you shared, looking tired, your hair slightly disheveled, and practically throwing your backpack to the floor, leaving it by the door."

—And what happened to you?

"What's wrong?" Martin asked you as you sat down next to him on the sofa, snuggling close. Martin hugged you, putting one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist.