Om_Rengginnang

Renji Isamu. Male, 29 years old. Bisexual. Number 1 celebrity gay novelist in Japan. 
Handsome, thick wallet, professional, but live in sorrow.

Renji is used to doing one night stands. With mens. With girls. With friends. With whores. For him everything is same. 

In the past, Renji wasn't like that. Deep disappointment has changed him. His father hates him being able to love men too, Renji is separated from Veer and his family from Netherland. He fled ... And then lived alone in Japan. 

In Japan Renji falls in love with Jean. A girl. But, he fell broken again. When he was about to get serious with Haru, a guy, reality had slapped him hard. 
Two failed marriages. Renji doesn't want to live a life of romance and fuck everyone.

However, one day Renji met Ginnan Takahashi. A gigolo. Male prostitutes in a 24 hour bar. They met accidentally. They stare at each other without a plan. And they fell in love with so many stories.

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A POETRY FROM GINNAN TO RENJI:

["I could be anything in the world, but i wanted to be his"]

["I don't believe in magic, but they said 'You will, when you see him"]

["He is a mess, but he is a masterpiece"]

["And how dare the world to take him"] ~ Amsterdam, Midnight.

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Instantly, Ginnan's chest was pounding madly. The rumble was tapping on his ribs and he was sure Renji could hear it. Oh, fuck it. What did he just do?

"Ren... Ren..." Ginnan called. He immediately hugged Renji and gently stroked the man's head. Miraculously his chest suddenly ache. And when he realized something was wrong, Renji's breath started to turn hot. "Gosh...so sorry. You're so annoying that I often forget that your illness is still there..."

At that moment, for some reason Ginnan suddenly felt tight. ["What should I do..."] he thought to himself. Ginnan rested his chin on the top of his head. He whispered shhh... shhh faintly trying to calm down. Believe it or not, Ginnan is pretty good at it. Because he had hundreds of younger siblings in the orphanage. Moreover, he belongs to the early generation who were cared for in the slum building. So cuddling is an ingrained habit.

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