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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

44 WHO IS HE?

Ginnan immediately scrutinized the young man. ["He's sweating profusely. He must have been training here long before we came…"] he thought.

Aoki approached. "Why are you still here?" he asked. "And your boyfriend too…"

Yuki immediately laughed blandly. "Ahaha … yeah … I lost the info. Just had time to check the club group," she said honestly. "What should I do, Ki-kun? All my friends must be on their way by now."

Aoki looked at the lovers in front of him one by one before letting out a long breath. "Hah… hard…" he sighed honestly. "But I can take you in my car. Would you like it?"

"Eh? Car?"

Aoki nodded. "Hm … today I brought the car because the weather forecast is a bit bad," he said. "How?"

Ginnan looked at him inquiringly. ["How old is he really?"] he thought again. ["Junior Yuki but have you brought a car?"]