Fly to Milan. Renji glanced at Ginnan's facial expression as they walked on the airport grounds. Ginnan was silent. Since getting out of the taxi, the man looked around with his eyes wide open as if it was the first time he stepped on such a crowded place.
Oh… or is this really his first time at the airport? It could be. He's the VVIP seat—Like Renji's shadow—Ginnan is busy tapping on the plane's windshield after takeoff. He stared out there where the white blobs were gathering very close together.
How high does this plane take him to fly? Maybe that's what Ginnan thought.
He must have been so curious that he forgot to scoop out the breakfast in front of him!
"Eat," Renji said. Without even a glance. Beside Ginnan, the man resumed his reading to the automotive magazine earlier.
Ginnan moved away from the window. "That's none of your business…" he said.
"…"
Ginnan rolled his eyes feeling ignored. He snorted when he saw Renji tagged one of the luxury cars of whatever brand in the magazine. For whatever reason! He swore this man would be bringing in a new car in the future. Just because the black audi hit the pole? He even still has white porsce!
"Ah.. whatever," said Ginnan. Then he started to eat breakfast.
In this VVIP seat, the atmosphere is very private and there are only the two of them. In another box there may be other celebrities. And everyone in this section seems to know not to make any significant noise. While chewing, Ginnan glanced around occasionally. Opened his airplane mode phone, mumbling, and went back to eating again.
He only realized that Renji's reading had changed when he had just finished his breakfast. "Hey, Master…" Ginnan said. "T-That's my—"
Renji turned his attention to him. "Where did you work before you started selling sex?"
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Ginnan gulped. He wanted so badly to run and play with his breakfast if he hadn't finished. "I'm… just normal. Not going anywhere. Nothing special," he said. Not wanting to look at the prostitute profile books that Madam Shin provided for each of her customers. The book was in Renji's hands. And of course, the man was opening the page with Ginnan's photo in his portfolio section.
There, Ginnan lay on the bed in a white shirt and well-fitting denim pants. The top two buttons are open. Between his lips was a red rose and his eyes hit the camera with a sharpness that pierced the photographer.
The eyes are big. And any customer who likes the figure of a beautiful man would be interested in sleeping with him.
"So you've been a little prostitute since you were school-age?"
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Ginnan shook his head. "No… of course not."
"Then?"
Ginnan held his breath. "Am I going to be paid for providing personal information?" he challenged.
Renji blink once. "Sure. How much do you want."
"What?" Ginnan immediately looked away and shook his head firmly. "Wait… wait… I forgot that you're rich. Hahaha…" he laughed blandly. "So I didn't mean it, just so you know. I didn't mean to sell any information or anything, so—"
"Why?" interjected Renji.
"That's personal information," Ginnan argued. "Why are you still asking?"
"Is that a job more disgusting than renting out your genitals?"
Instantly, frozen. If Renji's face was like looking in a mirror right now, then in Ginnan's eyes the glass suddenly shattered into shards.
Ginnan glanced at the window. "Just don't talk about it. We can talk about something else." Despite looking tough, Ginnan was sure his voice was still rocking.
"Are you sure you don't want to sell it? I can pay you enough to redeem the freedom contract."
Instantly, Ginnan clenched his fists subconsciously. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Why are you so curious about my business?!" he snapped suddenly.
Ginnan was angry with bloodshot veins. Renji was attacked with a kind of sharpness that was more severe than the photo in the profile book portfolio. Instead of answering satisfactorily, Renji took a deep breath and put the book down. "Let's just say I'm bored…"
"What did you say…" Ginnan hissed. His fists trembled faintly.
"Totally outrageous…"
"I'm only offering freedom," Renji said. "But, never mind… no answer no problem. Let's just pretend that I never said before. Cancel, got it—"
"I am a comic artist! I am a comic artist! SATISFIED?!" interrupted Ginnan vehemently. Luckily it was a VIP room. Ginnan didn't have to worry about screaming until his lungs ran out of air or anything. Renji was stunned to see the expression on his face.
Ginnan said again. "I'm a comic artist with hundreds of chapters who almost debuted successfully until my draft was stolen by the goddamn Rize Shunsuke …" he breathed heavily. "You see? Now his face is adorning various places among publishing celebrities? Yeah… even though it hasn't beaten Yuki and you's prestige. Honestly I'm like this because maybe too unlucky… and yes! You can call me disgusting for only surviving by selling my genitals!"
The funny thing is, Ginnan couldn't help but cry and immediately tucked away the tiny tissue box next to his breakfast tray.
He didn't sob… of course! He's a real man! But when he told Renji about his past, he couldn't help but let out the biggest emotion.
Clear drops kept falling down his face. And during that time, Ginnan also continued to wipe it dry even though it kept falling again. To the point that it is not enough to wipe with a tissue. Ginnan even pulled Renji's scarf hanging on the side of the chair and used it like a bath towel.
Lose mind.
Ginnan only looked at Renji again after his tears were completely clean. "Say nothing, ha? As expected… you really just like to stir up other people's lives." he muttered. Then threw the dark brown scarf without caring. He glanced back at the window. Take a box of juice and suck it up like he've never had a drink. "Geez… dammit… I want to eat again."
Seeing these strange reactions, Renji suddenly smiled. His lips curled up with an unusual amused snort. "You just exploded like fireworks…" he said. Head shaking. Then picked up the scarf and placed it on the push-up dining table used by flight attendants when visiting their passengers.
Right beside Ginnan's empty tray, it was then taken away after Renji allowed the flight attendant to throw it away.
Obviously, the flight attendant was confused. Her eyes bulged at the brand attached to the scarf. But she left immediately after being ordered.
Renji opened the bottle of water and drank it. "Too bad you told me when the offer was canceled… hmm…"
Ginnan's chest sank at that. "It's up to you…" he said annoyed.
Instead of pity, Renji leaned his head on Ginnan's shoulder. And began to close his eyes comfortably.
"Stay there," Renji said. "However, your function is my command for these 2 weeks."
Ginnan rolled his eyes and remained silent.
Renji fixed his head on the shoulder a few times. Looks comfortable before completely closed calm. "You're a little too skinny," he commented quietly. "I even thought about sleeping with a kid."