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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GAY NOVELIST

The man approached with such a sweet smile. He guided the dog's leash slowly. Strange but true, the atmosphere immediately melted when the little girl ran by herself to hug the dog.

"Woof!" Ginnan stared at the man in disbelief. Automatically wants to ask for help. The man then looked at the girl in front of him with a few words that came out. Ginnan didn't understand, but he was quite grateful that the girl smiled suspiciously at him before leaving. "Quinde e il tuo ragazzo?" she asked.

[NB: This guy say that Ginnan is his boyfriend. He represents sorry]

After the three girls left, Ginnan turned to him. The man seemed to think for a while before extending his hand.

"Introduce. I'm Edward Robert Vereheen."

"Eh?" confused Ginnan. "You speak Japanese?" he asked, taking the big hand.

Robert shrugged. "A little," he replied. "My class used to be a foreign language."

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