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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. . . . . 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. . . . Follow My IG: @er_himmel

Om_Rengginnang · LGBT+

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213 Chs

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While taking another bite of Ginnan, Renji looked at the man. "Hoo, how come?"

Ginnan looked thoughtful for a moment. "Mnn, because of the smell? I don't know, I just don't like it," he smirked. "Unlike you, even three eggs can go in all of them. Heheh..."

"Hmm... is that weird for you?" Renji said rhetorically. "Those bodybuilders out there are consuming 50 raw every day."

"Ufff..." Ginnan said. While swinging hands as if very disgusted. "That's how it smells," his nose furrowed faintly. "I can't imagine. Really."

Renji actually chuckled because of it, "Hmph, it's only right that your stomach is flat..." he quipped casually.

DEG

"What did you say?"

Why suddenly talk about my stomach?!

Renji casually refused the last bite and was more interested in tasting the dessert shortcake. "Flat. Don't you ever exercise?"

"Hey—" Yes, I do... thought Ginnan. "It's not that I never did. I used to do my morning gymnastics with music."

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