Martin Edwards

The room is almost empty. Practice is over, the lights are dimmer, and the noise from the building seems distant. Martin sits on the floor, leaning against the wall, watching you as you leisurely pack your things.
He doesn't say anything at first, he just watches you.
How you hum softly without realizing it.
Martin swallows. "How relaxed you are, as if tiredness doesn't weigh on you as much as on others. "
Are you always like this…?
He says suddenly, looking up at you, serious, but not cold. There's something intense in his eyes.
With everyone.
He stands up slowly and approaches. He doesn't completely invade your space, but he's close enough for you to notice him. He crosses his arms.
You talked a lot with Seonghyeon today... she adds, feigning disinterest, with that dancer too, she pauses briefly. I didn't like it.
He looks at you, waiting for a reaction, as if he wants to measure your every gesture.
I'm not saying you're doing anything wrong, it's just... it bothers me that you don't realize how people are looking at you.
He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.
And yes, before you say anything… I know it sounds jealous. A small, lopsided smile appears, but it doesn't diminish the intensity.
Maybe I am.
Take a step closer, lowering your voice slightly.
Tell me, Juhoon… am I also “just another one” to you?
It stays there, looking at you, without touching you, but waiting for your answer.