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

"Ren, why are you asleep," Ginnan muttered subconsciously. Then his voice became a whisper. "If you stay here, you'll get sick again, you know. Hey, wake up... Okay? I'll wear the lingrie if you really like it."

But Renji didn't move at all. In fact, the man seemed to be falling asleep. It made Ginnan pound hard again for fear that Renji would relapse. He also checked the temperature of the man's forehead, listened to his breath directly into his ear, and shook him gently this time.

"Hey, Reen?" Ginnan said. "Don't scare me, okay? Gosh... Wake up..." he called anxiously.

Ginnan was immediately relieved to see Renji open his eyes.

"What's wrong, hmm?" Renji asked as he changed his sitting position. He just looked at Ginnan without discussing why the man could bathe in the same bath with him. "You're calling me?"

122 DON'T FALL ASLEEP (smut)