They said he was crazy. They said it would never happen that money was the main problem. Yes, he didn't even have money to buy a decent meal, and hadn't the money to take care of his sick family, but as long as he believed in himself, everything would be okay. It was tiring to have to work to take care of those you love the most, even though he knew that there was only a few days left. Days after, he could begin to mourn. They disappeared from his life. They had to disappear. He had known it would happen all along.

Life was hard for the 16-year-old Thai. His family consisted only of himself, his parents died of the dangerous disease a few days ago. He was still sad about saying goodbye to them. But when they died, a new life was opened. The boy was called Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but when the new life opened up before him, he would simultaneously create a new name; Bambam. It was not the most creative but simple. And simply was easier to live with.

I woke up and immediately the horrid stench of garbage and sick people appeared in the air. My back hurt after sleeping on the couch that had stood in the same place in my entire life. It was ugly and smelled a little of everything bad. I could not even remember when it was last cleaned; that explains the horrible stench. I mean, you couldn't even see the original color anymore.

I sat up and looked around while my vision slowly got used to the sparkle light from the only window that was in sight. This would be the last day I would see this place that I grew up in. It was my childhood home. The place I have many fond memories of, but at the same time memories I will do anything to forget. I had finally earned enough money to travel away from here. Far away from this sad place. I had enough money to travel the world and never come back.

I smiled at the thought of leaving the poor streets of Thailand. I could have chosen to buy an apartment in the richer part, but it wouldn't be the same as traveling away from the country. I just wanted to try something new, start over with my life.

I got up and went to the refrigerator. The house I lived and have lived in my whole life was very small, and was really just a small square with two bedrooms and a bathroom. The fridge was almost empty, and only a small sandwich and half a bottle of water were placed in the center of it all. I took it out from the not so cold fridge and put it down in my little green backpack I got from my old school. I took the bag, and released a sigh before I abandoned the house.

I was proud of all the confidence I felt. After I dropped out of school just a few months ago, I hardly dared taking a step outside, and if it had not been for my sick parents, I had not even looked outside. But now I even had the guts to travel to the other side of the world, and I didn't even feel the slightest fear. Maybe a little nervousness, but that happens.

I opened the door, got out, and studied the narrow area I lived in. I saw my old neighbor lying over some old newspapers firmly against a broken garage door. I didn't know whether he was dead or if he was still breathing, but I wouldn't want to know anyway. I just chose to look the other way and pretend I hadn't seen anything. I took my first steps, and immediately I could feel my legs running through the narrow streets, and just after ten minutes, I was on the great highway.

Thousands of cars drove around on the road every day. From the very expensive ones to the very cheap cars. The road leads straight into the city where it all was. And where the airport was. And the airport was what I was looking for.

I found a pedestrian crossing, and ran over while I ignored the strange stares I felt on me. It was clear that they would look strange at me. My clothes were old and didn't quite fit me right. My hair was fuzzy and frankly, I smelled bad. But I had other things to spend my money on, so I ignored my poor look and hurried on.

I asked a few people about the way to the airport, until I found it. It was large, and certainly extremely confusing. But I had come so far, so nothing could stop me from the second I stepped into the airport.

I had a passport, so I only had to find out where in the world I should travel to. I chose to go in line to a random airline and ask them about their ideas. When it was finally my turn, the woman behind the counter looked at me with a smile and asked nicely; "And what can I do for you?" I smiled back at her, and was glad that her smile was genuine. "I don't know where to go. I just want to get out of this country. Can you maybe recommend a place?" She seemed to be thinking about it, and I clearly saw when an idea struck her head when she suddenly jumped up and smiled at me. "I think you should go to South Korea! Some of my family members live there and they say that it's a great country!"

South Korea? It's in Asia, but has a completely different culture! I did it. I bought the ticket, and without much difficulty I was sitting in the airplane, looking down at the bright white clouds. I had never seen anything so beautiful, and the sun shone and made it all better. Though it was kind of ruined because of a snoring man I sat next to! But it was a cheap flight, so it was something I expected.

It took about five hours before we finally landed. It was a very long time to sit down at such hard seats in such a long time (plus the annoying snoring man), but really I didn't care. I just arrived in Seoul! Where everything happens. The airport was great and there were many people there. But I had to honestly admit that airports were not something I could get easily used to.

After my passport was checked, I was able to move freely around the city. But I thought it would be a good idea if I bought some new clothes for some of the money I owned. There were small holes in both the shirt and pants. And my hair wasn't any better. Fuzzy hair was not the coolest thing to walk around with.

On the way to a shopping district I felt many stare at me. Just in the short time I had been in Korea, I had learned one important thing; Koreans love their appearance. It explained first and foremost all the plastic surgery shops that were around almost every corner, and also that most of them had very shiny skin. And then there was me...

I found a cheap store that sold some nice clothes, and quickly found something that caught my taste. It was the first time I really had bought clothes for myself, and I thought that I chose a pretty cool outfit. It was a white oversized t-shirt with a strange print on, a cool pair of jeans, some cheap sneakers and a cap. I paid for it all, and hurried to change clothes in a public toilet after I also had bought a brush. "Good choice of clothing ..." I mumbled, proud of myself after I had seen myself in the mirror. I had never in my life been particularly good when it came to clothes, but suddenly I was all good at it! See what happens when you find a new life.

I had thrown my old clothes into a trash can, and chose to go on. It was getting dark, and I had not found an apartment yet, nor a job. I had learned a little Korean when I was in school, enough to take care of myself. But at the time I learned it, I did not think I would ever need it, but I had never been happier about it than when it dawned on me that I could end up spending the rest of my life using it. And it made me smile.

While I was in my deep thoughts about my now bright future, I unconsciously bumped into a person, which ended up with both me and the person I bumped into the fell to the ground. I had my eyes closed, feeling the pain that kept coming into my head. "Oww ..." I opened my eyes and sat up and remembered that I had forgotten to apologize, how embarrassing! "I'm so sorry!" I tried to say with my half broken Korean. I then took the time to study the person in front of me. He had a muscular face with a cap on his head, and a typical hip hop style in clothing.

I heard a giggle from his surprisingly unique dark voice. I looked into his eyes and saw him smiling at me. "It was me that didn't watch where I was going, it is somehow my fault." I did not understand everything he said but I think I got it right through my ​​ears. "Are you okay?" He asked with the same smile still plastered on his face.

It was really a strange situation; both of us were sitting on the cold ground as if we held a picnic in the middle of the street and smiled at each other. I nodded to his question and moved my one hand on reflex to scratch my neck. However, there was something that didn't feel right on my hand. I took my hand back and saw blood on it. "Oh, I bleed..." I said, completely neutral. But as I had said it, I felt my hand being taken and hold by his. He turned me around and of course I was very surprised by it.

"The whole back of your head is filled with blood! Did you fall that hard?" He asked, with a bit of concern in his voice. I shook my head and hoped that we could just ignore it. "It's nothing. It goes away in a few days anyway ..." I turned around and got up at the same time as him. I was on my way to bow and say goodbye to him, but before I could do it, he held onto wrist and took me with him.

"What are you doing?" I asked surprised as he led me through a street into street full of people. "Trying to find a pharmacy so we can get your wounds treated, since I have no first aid kit." He replied, smiling back at me. I had to admit that I could feel my cheeks blush when he said it. Suddenly I took my free hand to feel my back head, and immediately felt the blood that had begun to flow out from the wound. I hissed in pain when I suddenly felt the pain from the fall come upon me.

I had not noticed that we had stopped until I felt a cold cloth on the wound. He had led me to a bench, and had torn off a piece of his shirt to keep the blood inside. "We haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Jackson wang." He placed his warm hand on the back of my head to hold the fabric in place, and only then I noticed how close our heads were.

I suddenly felt unfamiliar warmth in my body.

A heat I had never felt before.

What was that feeling?

"Umm, uh, y-you can call me Bambam." I couldn't hold myself back and looked up, but this was the first that I realized how close we actually were. When I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and there was less than two inches between us. My face began to blush immediately, and I heard him giggle before he decided to move.

"Nice to meet you, Bambam." He reached his hand out in front of us and I pleasantly shook it. "You too."

After we had found a pharmacy, he had helped me with my wounds. And I had hoped that when he was done, we could say goodbye to each other and I would find a temporary hostel where I could spend the night.

But that didn't happen.

"Thanks for your help. I have only just arrived in Korea, and you've been a great help." I spoke as best as I could, and bowed in gratitude. I looked up and saw his face which now showed concern, yet pride. "Don’t you have any place to live? A hotel? Family?" I shook my head and looked a bit confused at him. "I have come from Thailand to get a new life here in Korea." I said, smiling a confident smile.

I did not understand his expression. Was he worried about me? Why? I had made ​​the right decision, which I was quite sure about. There were as many young people like me in this world. Many without parents and many without a place to stay. The choice was not only taken by my brain, but my heart also. I would not live my life in a box and hide myself in the scary streets. Streets that reminded me of things that could bring tears to my eyes. My heart helped me out of there.

"Sleep in my apartment." I shook my head.

"I cannot and neither can you!" His face changed to confusion. "What do you mean I cannot?"

"We hardly know each other, how do you know that you can trust me?" He giggled and took my hand and held securely on it. If we had not been on a street with no other people around us, it would have been very embarrassing. He brought his head close to mine, and again I felt my cheeks change color. I think he found my weakness.

Why I could feel the indescribable feeling every time he came close to me?

He looked me in the eyes and whispered quietly; "I trust you more than you know." He intertwined our fingers and began to head towards his apartment.

Why did he do this to me? Why do I feel that my heart called out to him, and that his was calling me?

Why did I see the love in his eyes?

I never thought I'd see love. I knew what love was, I had, after all, parents that always told me stories about the day they met each other and how they knew they were in love. And I had always been so jealous. I had always dreamed of the day I could call a person my own. And the day my first kiss would be taken.

Had I found that one person?

Since he had begun to follow me to his apartment, none of us had said anything. There was nothing to say. He trusted at me, I trusted him, what more could be asked from us? I had to be the one destroying the comfortable silence though, as we had arrived at the building he lived in. The building had at least twenty floors, and looked like a five star hotel. Was he rich or what? It was too much, but I knew that he wouldn't let me go anymore.

"Do you seriously live here?" It was more a murmur to myself than a question to him, but he had heard it, and did in fact answer to the question. "Yes. My parents earn a lot of money, they brought the apartment." Our fingers were still intertwined, and they had been closely together even while people looked at us. It was not normal that two boys went around and having fingers interlaced, but I wasn't bothered about it.

We stepped into the lobby, and I could not stop staring around on the way to the elevator. It was big and beautiful, and I was almost certain that many celebrities were living in this building.

The elevator ride took it's time, and stopped on the 17th floor. I was thinking of Jackson all the time. What did he mean by him trusting me that fast anyway? I had seen his look of pity, but found it hard to put into words of just why that expression had been used. He could not possibly have been through the same as me, lost his parents. Lost that loving life you once had. And having moved to a different country at an early age. I was not even sure whether I was old enough to take care of myself!

We stopped outside the front door leading into his apartment. He took the keys out, unlocked the door, entered, and only then he let go of my now sweaty hand. He had probably noticed that the heat from my cheeks had moved into the hand he held carefully.

I put my bag nicely at my shoes and stepped into the apartment. It was not huge, but perfect for one or two people. Only then did it dawn on me that he lived alone. And neither me nor him that we were aware of each other's age yet. But age is just a number.

I went through the apartment, to the end at the couch where he was sitting. I had noticed that in the short time I was walking around, he had changed into something more comfortable clothing, like a pair of jogging pants and a casual shirt. He smiled up at me, gave me an outfit and said I could take a bath if I wanted to. I thanked him thoroughly and found the toilet where I immediately the water, and began to take off my old clothes. It was a while since I last took a proper warm bath, so I was even more grateful. When I felt the water was warm enough, I entered. Immediately the delightful sensation of warm comfortable water quickly removed the remains of dirt and blood from my body

It was fantastic, and if I had the opportunity, I would stand in the shower for hours and just enjoy the lovely feeling of purity.

I heard the door open, and saw Jackson enter. He offered me a friendly smile and I smiled back, without thoughts of my body. I turned off the water and took a shampoo he had standing and foamed my hair. He seemed to be indifferent to that I used his shampoo and put some towels for me at the sink, and went out again.

I had to admit that no matter how much I already trusted of him, his personality was kind of a mystery to me. He showed signs of friendship, but not the friendship you usually have for each other, but the kind of a higher level. The human time went fast, but the heart's time zone even faster. It was incredible, really! It made ​​no sense, but did it matter?

I stepped out of the bath and dried myself with a freshly washed clean towel. I felt nice, clean and free. I found the clothes I had put on the toilet, and switched into to the comfortable fabric. I dried my hair thoroughly, and it soon became dry. After I finished, I stepped back into the living room. Jackson sat on the couch, and I noticed two drinks that stood on a small table in front of the soft couch.

sat down and pulled my legs to me. He gave me the drink, and happily I took it and drank a bit of it. It was orange juice, and immediately it disappeared from the glass. "The first time you taste juice?" He grinned. I shook my head, "No, but have not tasted it for several years. I had completely forgotten the exquisite taste of fresh juice." He looked confused at me and I knew that he had not quite figured out my situation.

"You still do not understand my situation, do you?" I looked despairingly at him. "I have an idea, but I would be happy if you told me about you." And so I did. I told him right from when my parents died, how big a loss it was for me. And about what happened this morning. I did not cry. No matter how much I wanted to, I could not. The feelings from that time I put it behind me when I started at the new. I would put the past behind me and live in the future.

But in the end, I felt, however, remains of the grief I had when my family went away. Jackson hugged me when he saw this and ran circles around my back to give me a sense of security. But one thing I did not expect happened.

He held my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes. I did not know what he was trying to tell me, and it made me confused. But then I noticed that the space between our faces became less and less. I did not know what came over me at that moment. However, I felt my whole body shake, and felt that I was waiting for a particular moment to happen.

He jerked his hand behind my head, and was cautious since he would not try to hurt me.

We got closer and closer together. He closed his eyes, and so did I.

Now I understood what he wanted, and I would even too.

The time was ticking away, and palpitations could be heard from afar.

The space I could feel was completely gone.

He had kissed me.

I moved my arms around his neck, and pulled us closer together. I wanted more than a single kiss. I wanted to feel the love between us, and I felt that he knew what I wanted. Because suddenly he asked me access to my mouth. I obeyed and opened. And our little kiss became more passionate.

And I loved it.

Now I knew how pure love felt.

Now I knew that I had found that one person.

I knew he felt the same. And that was the main thing.

Our kiss ended, and we moved our lips apart, but our foreheads touched each other while we tried to catch our breath.

"We've known each other in no time. But still I have these strong impatient feelings for you." He whispered softly to me, and I could feel chills come to me. He made ​​me crazy, and god I loved it!

"I'm glad that one has accepted me. This morning I was just the little boy, impatient to get ready for new adventures. And now, I have found the love of my life. You will spend the rest of my life with me, right?" I could feel his hot breath hit my delicate skin as he giggled. "Of course. Bambam, move in with me. Let's be together, let no man separate us. Maybe I'm a mystery, but a mystery can always be solved, and especially with love as its savior. Understand me simple; both our lives have just changed,”

"But I could not have asked for more than your love."  I completed the sentence.

  His lovely brown orbs still looked deeply into mine, and once again, we were conducted by each other's love than our surroundings.

How did both of us ended up like this?

I still was not quite sure, but one thing I knew;

Love at first sight exists.

“Welcome back, Jackson Wild & y.” I face palmed. I had been a couple of days since we meet each other, and Jackson gave me permission to use his computer for a while. When I attended school, I got to know a lot about computers, so I did know how to use them. But when I logged in, the sentence; “Welcome back, Jackson Wild & y.” Appeared.

In the last days few days, we had gotten to know a lot about each other. And I now knew, how big an idiot he was… in the funny way, of course. I bet his friends – who knew we were together, were thinking how it’s possible for me, a smart and shy boy, could be together with him, a total weirdo. It was actually quite funny to think about.

I turned off the computer, after thinking too much about that typical sentence of my boyfriend. “I’m gonna bully you so much with this!” I smirked because I knew that if he had remembered he had called himself that on the computer, he would have changed it! But he forgot, hah!

He was currently working on the broken TV in the living room, and even though I didn’t want to interfere, I just had to do this. I quietly walked in and almost jumped onto the couch with my new phone in my hand. He looked at me and gave me that cute smile of his. But when he saw my smirk, I just knew he sensed something wasn’t right.

“So, Mr. wild and y. Are you finished soon?” I saw his face become a bit pale. “Oops…” He mumbled and I smirked again, and began typing on my phone. “This will look so good on my new blog, ‘’my boyfriend calls himself wild and y, I wonder what would have happened if he still was single, Jackson wild, y, attractive, awesome, handsome…” oh, I just got a new follower, now I have 5000+ followers.” I sarcastically looked at my phone and pretended to type. 

“Okay okay! What do you want? Please don’t humiliate me like that! “ He fake cried.

I smirked again, “Kiss me.” He smiled. “That’s it? A kiss?” He placed his hands on his hips. “Well you haven’t kissed me all day, it makes me sad.” I pouted and used my puppy eyes on him. He chuckled, and sat down beside me. Suddenly he lay upon me, and looked down at my still pouting face.

“A kiss you want, a kiss you should get.”

He kissed me again. 

Finnished. Hope this is good enough. If you think 'how is it possible that it all (except the last part) happened in just one day?' I can answer with: I don't know. But I wanted it to happen like that, and ... it did, wow! Haha! 

Hope you liked it :P - Thanks for reading!