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

"Here, let me find the English version of the lyrics," said Ginnan. The man even seemed comfortable in his haphazard position now. Renji hugged the man's upper body so he wouldn't fall. Even still close to him with a slightly open warm chest. Hm... Ginnan's top pajama button had been undone for some time. "Here, read for a moment."

Renji also looked at the Google page on the screen that displayed the translation file. But beyond Ginnan's expectation, the man's brow furrowed just from reading the first line. "I've lost your footprints?"

Ginnan actually looked happy. His eyes even sparkled as Renji looked at him confused. "Read it... Read it..." he said. "I like the part 'The stickiness of the heart between us, capable of our laughter and laughter, our promises will never be lost.'"

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