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

Tired, but funny. Ginnan hastily turned off the stove used to steam the pancakes. The man's clothes were even really dirty again even though he was wearing an apron. Even so, he did not feel the slightest loss. Because Renji's order of raisin buns worked. At least the man could have lunch after waking up.

"We've come this far, have we," Ginnan said as soon as it was over. It's cooked (even if it doesn't work), has taken a shower, has tidied up its luggage too—the man was lying next to Renji and facing him an inch apart. "Who would have thought that I would marry a man? Haha. But, everything will be fine."

Staring at the rising and falling chest, Ginnan suddenly wanted to share the warmth. He also held Renji's hand so that their fingers intertwined on the man's chest. Weird but true, after a few minutes of staying there, Ginnan felt at peace.

113 HIS FOREHEAD KISS