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

Haru began to back away. "W-What do you want—"

"Haru-niisan, wouldn't you rather share your troubles with someone else?"

Kuze actually caught Haru's hand which almost hit him. "No, because I want to know."

"Out of curiosity? Huh! It's not even your problem!"

Eye to eye, Haru seemed anesthetized by the sharp gaze.

"Think of this for my personal gain," Kuze hissed. Suddenly looks annoyed. Haru was silent where he saw it. "I want to disturb you. Torture you. Violate your human rights. Good, you said you hated me. After this you can report me to the authorities."

Kuze gently squeezed Haru's hand which he caught. "Just like that is fine right? We make it easy..."

"You... What's your problem with me?"

Kuze actually pulled Haru into his arms. Hold it there. In fact, he also locked the man's waist so that moving from there was difficult.

"Hey, you—let go! Let me go now!"

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