Hello! I'm back! I'm still recovering but I'll try to get back at writing as soo as possible. So here's a little teaser for Johan's backstory (Chapter 8)
"North?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah," Hill answered, smirking. "Apparently some business major's been hanging around his spot and it's pissing him off."
Johan gave a faint, controlled smile. "Sounds like the business major has taste."
"Or zero self-awareness," Hill shot back.
"Maybe both," Johan muttered.
Tonfah leaned in. "Come on, Jo. Tell us the truth. You're that business major who's bugging North, aren't you? I saw you sneaking around that abandoned building, way off the Business Department radar."
Hill nearly fell out of his chair. "No freaking way! That's you, Jo?"
Johan just smirked, calm as a cat.
"Jo," Arthit said, waving a hand like he was warding off evil spirits, "North's a good guy. If your plan is to add him to your fling collection just stop. Now."
Johan tilted his head. "Wait… you all know North?"
"He's an art prodigy," Tonfah supplied. "Everyone at the university respects him. He's won tons of prestigious awards."
Johan whistled. "So that boy really has a reputation, huh?"
"Yes, so just quit it." Arthit warned, grinning. "You don't stand a chance."
"Yeah," Tonfah added, nudging him. "Not even close."
Johan didn't say anything. He laughed it off, but the truth settled heavy in his chest. He had only wanted to be near North, but somehow he'd become the reason for his absence.