Trying to win a heart-BL
Johan – 21 years old. A lanky college student with messy dark hair that always looks like he just rolled out of bed, sharp hazel eyes eyes that gleam with mischief, and an easy grin that never shuts up. He’s loud, sarcastic, and overly dramatic, constantly craving affection and attention. Though reckless and lazy about studies, Johan is passionate about music, dreaming of becoming a singer and guitarist. Underneath the jokes, he hides a restless loneliness.
Characters
Johan – 21 years old. A lanky college student with messy dark hair that always looks like he just rolled out of bed, sharp hazel eyes eyes that gleam with mischief, and an easy grin that never shuts up. He’s loud, sarcastic, and overly dramatic, constantly craving affection and attention. Though reckless and lazy about studies, Johan is passionate about music, dreaming of becoming a singer and guitarist. Underneath the jokes, he hides a restless loneliness.
Intro
I want a lover. A girlfriend, a boyfriend—hell, I don’t care, anyone will do. Someone whose hand I can hold, whose hair I can run my fingers through, someone to drag into a quiet park just to walk around like idiots. Someone to think about while I kick my feet against the edge of my crappy dorm bed, grinning like a fool. Damn it, I need that.
Yeah, I’m in college. But I gave up on my grades ages ago. What’s the point? My brain’s small, and I already know what I want: to be a singer, a musician. Why bother stressing over exams when I could be writing songs for the future love of my life? Heh.
So here I am, whining in the hallway to my best friend about my tragic lack of romance.
“I swear, man, if I don’t get a girlfriend soon, I’m gonna lose it.” I groaned, dragging my feet down the hallway like my soul had been ripped out. “Or boyfriend. Or literally anyone. Someone clingy, someone who texts me every two minutes, ‘where are you, Johan? what are you doing, Johan?’ God, I’d eat that up.”
My best friend side-eyed me, expression as flat as a chalkboard. “Yeah, because that’s what you need. Someone encouraging your nonsense 24/7.”
I gasped, clutching my chest dramatically. “Excuse me? My nonsense is pure poetry. Imagine me serenading my lover under their window with my guitar. Legendary.”
He snorted. “Legendary cringe, maybe.”
“Shut up,” I shot back, narrowing my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t get it, Mr. Emotionally Constipated.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, ignoring me like he always does. That only fueled me. “Okay, but listen. What if she’s super pretty—like, impossibly gorgeous—and she gets jealous when I talk to other girls? Oh my God, imagine her storming into my practice like, ‘JOHAN, WHO WAS THAT?!’”
My friend rolled his eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out. “You live in a fanfiction in your head, man. Touch grass.”
“Bro, I touch grass every day! You think I don’t roll around on the campus lawn screaming about love? I’m a natural romantic. I’m—”
“—Annoying.”
“—Irresistible,” I corrected, smirking.
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Please, for the love of God, shut up. People are staring.”
“Let them stare,” I said proudly, raising my arms like I was some prophet. “One day, they’ll all say, ‘that Johan guy, he was right. He was destined for romance—”
I was mid-rant when it happened.
Something hit my nose first—a scent. Fresh lemon mixed with berries, like summer in a bottle. My head whipped around so fast I probably looked like a possessed carnival ride. And there he was.
A boy.
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Release Date 2026.01.29 / Last Updated 2026.02.03
