Hey, do you remember me? My name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but I get called Bambam. You've probably read about how I met my boyfriend, Jackson Wang. It all happened so quickly, but I still remember it all clearly.

It's now been a year since we got together, and so much has changed since then. First of all, we moved to a bigger apartment. Although Jackson's old apartment was fine, it was a little too small for both of us, and we both wanted to live in the center of Seoul. It was hard getting used to hearing cars driving around all the time, but I got used to it and began to love the sound of cars. For cars meant people, and people meant care and love.

Our new apartment was a lot bigger than the other, and looked quite different. The new one had two rooms where the old had only one. So now we had a room together and a work room. Our living room and kitchen were in the same room so we could watch our favorite shows while we cooked. But that was not the coolest. The coolest thing was probably the view from the living room. Behind where the TV hung, was an entire wall of tall windows, which meant we could see out over most of Seoul. It was such an amazing view.

The furniture was the same, since it would be too expensive to buy new, but the old ones were good enough anyway, and was tailored to the colors in the new apartment. The walls were white and beige shades that blend perfectly into our black and white furniture.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I started school again. I began on my first year in high school a few weeks ago and I can already feel the heavy pressure on homework. Jackson is training to become rapper which he also did when I first met him. In the last year everything has gone smoothly, and I couldn't be happier about it. Hopefully, the next many years will be as perfect as this, but who knew what could happen?

Bambam, school time~

Ba~mba~m

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“ Yah~… Bambam…”

Something wet on my cheek... Wait, what? I opened my eyes, and was immediately greeted by my boyfriend's deep brown eyes. But his cheeks were glued to my cheek. I saw him smirk and I jumped up from the bed. “Yah ~ you could've given me a very embarrassing hickey on my cheek!” I groaned loudly as I quickly tried to remove the saliva that was stuck on my cheek.

I heard him giggle, and I turned my head in his direction. His usual morning hair stuck out in all directions, yet he had a y look to it. And that he was shirtless didn't help either. But I was used to it. Shortly after I moved in with him, I found out he often only slept in his underwear. At first it was quite embarrassing to be in the same bed with him (almost ), but now it was normal. (And honestly, at first he seemed like a , which made me very nervous the first time he slept in only his underwear.) 

Since we met, we've always slept together. Or, most of the time we slept together. I just think it was a reflex that it happened, because we've never really talked about it. But oh god I loved it. I loved the way he automatically would embrace my waist after I've laid me down after a long tiring day. I loved the way he whispered sweet words I could still blush to. I loved the way he gently would push his smooth lips on mine before we both would fall asleep in each other's arms. And then I loved waking up to his lovely face every morning.

I loved it and I wished it would never stop.

“It has become harder to wake you up in the morning, so I had to take a drastic method in use.” Said the half- man on the bed, with both hands under his head as he stared at me with his warm eyes. “I must commend you for that I am awake, but you could have used something other than your saliva.”  I replied, and sat down on the bed again and pouted when I still felt something wet on the cheek. “Only if you kiss me.”

“Something other than my saliva? Do you...” He moved from his reclining position, to lie on his side with one of his arms and legs held his balance while his other arm was driving through his hair and the other leg bent over the other. “...mean this?” I looked at his position, and I couldn't hold my laughter inside.

“What's that supposed to look like?” I asked between my laugh. I almost fell off the bed laughing. “I tried to look like an underwear model, I actually think I publish the right y look for It.” he said, and it just made me laugh even more. “If I give you a kiss, will you promise me that you never show or do that again?” I asked after I had begun to breathe normally.

“Only if you kiss me.” He replied, and without hesitation, I pulled my head closer to his, and met his lips. I gave him a little peck in the middle of his soft lips and immediately I felt his displeasure. Before I could do anything, I felt one of his hands on my neck, and our kiss suddenly got deeper than before. He asked for access, and I opened my mouth in a thin line to give him permission.

I will never get tired of those kisses.

After a few minutes with just kissing and gazing softly at each other, our alarm started, and we slowly moved away from each other with red faces. No matter how many times we had our special kisses, we always blush when our lips part. It was a reflex that we both got a little embarrassed by the scenes, but we were starting to get over it.

The alarm melody became louder and louder, and more annoying to listen to. The alarm was not for us to wake up, but to awaken our minds from the love-trance that used to take place almost every morning. We thought that for not being late for the things we needed, we had to set an alarm to know that the day should continue on. In the beginning we had set the alarm on one of the bedside tables, but we soon found out it didn't help that much (I may had accidently turned it off while we were in the middle of one of those moments). So we chose to put it on the other side of our bedroom.

I got up to go turn off the loud alarm. I pressed the power button and sighed. It was just a bit after six and another long and tiring day at school waited ahead of me. I was excited of course, I had only gone to school in a few weeks, and I had already learned a lot. I loved to learn, and especially my new language. Korean was surprisingly fast for me to learn so it was fluently already.

I had also gotten me some more friends, but no matter what, my lovely boyfriend would always be number one on my list. I loved him like I had never loved someone before in my entire life. He saved me when I most needed it, and he didn't take no for an answer. He was everyone's dream prince before he met me, but who would've thought that he would fall in love with someone like me? I was just a little 16 year old boy who had lost his way in life.

He looks only at me in public, and ignores all the starving looks that are given to him by teenage girls. He thought highly of me, and sometimes spoiled he me a bit too much, but as he said; he got the money from his parents, so it didn't matter. I didn't know if I should believe it, but since it made him happy to spoil me, I just let him enjoy himself.

A thing I learned about his parents was that they were actually rich. His father was a fencer, and earned a lot of money on it, and his mother was a gold medalist at the World Gymnastics Championships, so there was also money from that side of. It was usually Jackson who paid for it all, and I always felt bad when we talked about the house bills and similar things about money.

I also wanted to pay, and that could only be done using a job. And that was exactly what I would find, while Jackson was out of the house. And that day was today. Jackson would be out and train all day, and would only come home for the evening, where I had a short day of school so I could go around the city to look for the right job.

I went out of our shared bedroom, and was meet by the large bright room where both the living room and the kitchen was. I went with lazy steps along the soft floor until I reached the smooth wood floor in the kitchen. I gently opened the nice big fridge, and took some milk out. I placed the milk on the bar table, and found some cereal in one of the cabinets. It was a dreary breakfast, but I just didn't feel like making something big at that time.

Usually on the weekends, I used to make a larger meal that typically made us full until dinner. (Perhaps it was also because we often just lay close and hugged together on the bed while we were watching movies right up until dinner.) I would have more time to make the traditional Korean breakfast style we both loved on weekends. We would always sit opposite each other and eat while Jackson fired off some jokes, and I talked about my week at school.

I chewed on my breakfast when I heard another couple of footsteps across the floor. I felt arms around my slim but muscular tummy and a head sleeping on my shoulder. “Are you sure you can handle a whole day without me?”  Whispered the oh-so recognizable sound in my ear. I felt a shiver down my spine, and giggled at the familiar feeling. Jackson was really good at getting my knees to collapse under me.

“If I couldn't have lived without you, I would've been dead long ago.”  I heard him sigh, and his warm comfortable hands were removed from my body. “You're really good at destroying my romantic moments ...” he said, sitting down on the chair opposite to mine. He put his head in his hands on the table, and his lips formed a pout. I smiled at his sweet but childish face, and leaned across the table and held my hands up to his cheeks. I took a hard grip on his cheeks, and immediately I saw the narrow pain in his face.

“That's because I know you're trying to get me to stay at home so we can lie in bed all day and cuddle, but it's not going to happen in a weekday.” I said smiling, and pressed harder on his cheeks. My boyfriend's face was filled with the gentle pain, and he held his hands up to sign that he gave up. I leaned back and began eating again as if nothing had happened.

“I just want some alone time with you~ I will not see you all day ...” he said, staring at me with the same pouting face. I just looked down at my food with a smile. I didn't know what to say, because I would also rather stay home and listen to his sweet words over and over again. But it wouldn't be good for his or my education.

I could spend all my days just cuddling with him, but unfortunately the world does not allow that.

“We’ll see each other again tonight, so get it together and man up!” I giggled at him. “Get yourself a dog or something you can be with when I'm not here.” I went to the sink with my plate and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't say anything after that, but I couldn't help but see his so-called 'Thinking-face.' - A face he would show the times he actually thought about things. And frankly, if it wasn't for me, he would certainly have been thrown out of the record company he trained in.

Jackson actually once came home and said his coach had noticed a change in him. Since him and Bambam had come together, Jackson had been told that he had started thinking more, and not only did (or said) the first thing he would think of. That explained the Jackson Wild & y matter.

So all in all, Bambam held Jackson on a leash, which had made ​​him less ... Stupid.

I walked out from the kitchen, and hurried on with my other morning duties. The clothes were made ​​ready, everything was clean and shiny, the bag was packed and homework done. Time went so terribly fast in the morning sometimes, so it was only good that we lived less than a half hour away from the school I attended. Jackson suddenly had something to do, so I was home alone for the last half hour before I chose to go to school, and almost before I knew it, it was half past seven, and I had to go to be on time.

I grabbed my heavy bag that was filled with books of various kinds, and hurried out the door and walk toward the school. And, as always, the schoolyard was filled with students of all ages. I had become friends with some in my own class and in other grades. I was glad they all had taken well care of me and wanted to know me, even though I was not the most exciting person in the world.

 It gave me a happy feeling of security to have friends near me. I cannot say that I have never had friends before, but there are funny enough a big personality difference between them in my home country and those in Korea. I just felt more at home here.

I jumped out of my thoughts when I heard my name get called. I turned around and one of my new friends from my class came running at high speed towards me. I smiled at him and he smiled sweetly back to me while his hair bumped up and down until he stopped running, and landed right in front of me. He moved his hands around my head in a fast move, and my whole upper body became embraced in his chest.

“I-I can't breathe!” I tried to explain while I was pinned in my friend's chest. He stopped after a few seconds, but immediately began wooly my hair and pinches my cheeks. “I'll stop the day you stop being such a cutie!” He said, and took my hand. Oh yeah, one thing I wasn't at all accustomed to yet, was all the skin ship boys have with each other here in Korea. I'm used to Jackson's skinship, but that's obvious. Skin Ship between boys just looked different outside of Korea. (But who am I to talk?)

We heard the bell rings, and he pulled me inside and into our classroom. And from there started the day's first lessons. But time passes quickly when you think everything is easy. Nothing is difficult if you just take the time to look at it and understand things. That was my motto.

The hours passed, and freedom called us all. There was never anything better than getting off from school earlier, all students could agree on that. The bell rang and symbolized that we now finally could stop looking at our heavy complicated books. We all released a sigh and started to pack our things together. Some went out quicker than others, but I would personally like to take my time when it came to packing my stuff.

“So are you free this afternoon?” I looked up from my bag and saw the same crazy friend from earlier looking at me with excitement in his eyes. I shook my head, and put the last things in my bag and closed it. “I'm sorry, but I have to look for a job today. Jackson always pays all the bills, but now I want to help. So I need the rest of the day trying to find a job of some sort.” I took my bag over my shoulder and looked up at my friend. His eyes lit up at my words, and he slapped his hands down on the table and immediately got my and the last ones in the room's attention.

“Perfect! Let me help you!” He's so excited, and I could hardly say no to him. He knew almost everything about me and knew all of my interests and my secrets.

“You really don't need to spend your time on me; don't you have something more exciting to do?” I asked him, kind of worried he would end up getting bored with me.

I saw him shake his head, “No, just let me help you, you ! I know almost everything about you, and it's been so long since we've been out together.” It was true. The last few times Jackson insisted to come with us, since he felt my friend had something for me, but he never really had, he was just a really happy person who liked skinship and spending time with people.

“Okay then, but don't tell Jackson about it, he mustn’t know anything before I tell him myself!” I said and looked smiling at him. I saw him nod, and we walked out of class together.

We started in Myeongdong, one of the most famous shopping streets in Seoul. I was almost sure I could find something that would catch my interests there. There were hundreds of shops I could choose from, but not all caught my interest. There were many clothes shops and stalls, but fashion was not my best subject. There were also many beauty shops and food stalls. But I didn’t know much about neither beauty nor cooking.

“It's harder than I thought. There is nothing that catches my interest...” We sat down on a bench, after walking a few hours. I was getting desperate for a job and it would probably just end up with me walking into a clothing store to ask about the job! Jobs are being completed the best if you bother about it, but if things do not match, it will not work as well.

“Yes, but we mustn't give up yet.” I was told. “Are there anything in particular you'd like to do?” My friend asked, and I thought about it for a while. I hadn't really thought about what I actually would love to do, than what I wouldn't. I’m a bit interested in music, but I had no talent for either being a singer or rapper of any kind and besides, it could take years before I then actually would get my debut through training.

“Maybe I should just pick something simple...” I replied, and looked around among all the busy people.

“Like what?” I looked back at my friend. “Hmm, how about cleaning? Don't you get a lot of money for cleaning?” I asked, first as a joke, but the job ended up sounding so realistic for me. I could always start out with cleaning somewhere until I find something else.

My friend shrugged, “If that's what you want, then let's get started finding something.” I nodded stood up together with him. So... to clean could possibly be my future job. Didn't that just sound... amazing? (No) I'm dating a rich person, who has the talent to become a world famous star, and there I was, with a sponge in my hand, cleaning the male toilet.

I shook my head wildly and desperately tried to get the horrible vision out of my 'innocent' little head. 'Bambam pull yourself together! You want a job, right?' I nodded. 'Then man up!' Sounded a voice in my head and I just couldn't help but sigh. What to do?

“Can we go visit my favorite cafe first? It’s just a little further down.” I heard my friend ask, and I nodded, because a cup of caramel latte really sounded pretty good at the time.

Farther down the street was the café. It was a small building, but so very nice from the outside. The sign at the top of the building indicated the name ''Café Appetence'' and I noticed the many people who were inside the building. It was really a well-known café, and it surprised me how I had never heard of it before.

We entered the store, and I was totally in love with the café already. It had the look of a British café, but with the scent of Korea's famous and delicious coffee. The waiting line was short, but only a few tables were vacant. On the walls hang beautiful pictures of London, and over the windows stood what I thought was the quotes, but from what I did not know. The floor was made ​​of dark wood, and the walls of beautiful brown bricks. I looked around while my friend ordered something to us. But my interest was captured by the paper hanging on the cafe window. I walked out of the store, and read carefully. (Though I could speak Korean fluently, I could best understand it by hearing it, reading it went a little slower.)

“Young people aged between 14-18 searched ...” That was me! Why hadn't I thought of that before? Working in a coffee shop. I wouldn't really have to make food, and I knew how to make coffee and warm chocolate, so what was the problem? I smiled at the thought, and went behind the small queue again. My friend had studied me for a while, and seemed to know what i was doing. He had sat down at one of the free tables, and started checking his phone while waiting.

It was my turn and I was more than happy when I asked if the job was still available, and I was quite hyper when the girl behind the counter nodded and answered my question. The girl asked if I wanted the job, and I nodded in excitement, and saw her giggle. After she had checked if there was more in the queue - which there wasn't - she asked me to follow her to a room that was behind the café. I sent a sign to my friend and he said nothing about it and only at me smiled with a thumb up.

“The owner unfortunately isn't here at the moment, but I've been told to take small interviews with people who apply for jobs here. So I hope it's okay if I ask you some questions?” She asked me as we walked through the small cozy kitchen. “Of course it is okay, you have to be able to rely on me.” I smiled at her. She was a young girl, probably a little older than me and was about my own height. She had long light brown hair, and big brown eyes. She seemed very nice and welcoming, so maybe I would get a good relationship with her ​​as a colleague? If I got the job.

She called another coworker to welcome new customers and I smiled at the boy who was walking out of a room. Everyone seemed so friendly.

We came to a small and simple room. There was a computer on a brown wooden table and four chairs around it. She asked me to sit down, and I did as I was told. “Okay, let's start.” She said, “Tell me a little about you.”

“My name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but I get called Bambam, since it's a little easier to pronounce. I am 17 years old and I was born in Thailand, but I moved to Korea a year ago.” She wrote something down and I couldn't help but be thinking about Jackson's reaction on the day he'll find out that I've got a job. It was a fun idea that just went through my head, and got a smile on my lips. I could clearly imagine that he would come in and have a cup of coffee here every day while he would sit and study every single movement I would exercise.

“Why did you move to Korea if I may ask?” She looked very interested, but I kind of felt that she thought I had had a violent past or something since I moved in such an early age. “My parents died. So I started a new life, and even the first day I was in Korea, I found my soul mate already!” I said enthusiastically.

I didn't really know if her facial expressions were good or bad, but it looked a bit like she was going to cry - which I did not understand. She stretched out her hand towards me. I looked confused at her, and waited for a response. “Welcome to your new job.” I smiled.

To be honest, I didn't know quite what happened, or if she even was allowed to give me the job, but I could only be grateful to her. I didn't quite understand the situation with her ​​compassion, but don't think I'll figure it out anyway. I was just happy that I got my first job!

The next few minutes went her showing me round and she introduced me to some of the other employees. They were all really nice to me and seemed like they would want to have a conversation with me. I was just so curious about the whole thing and all of them!

“And this is your clothes. You can start tomorrow.” I took the clothes, and laid it in my own personal closet I had received. Okay, so I started tomorrow after school, and I wasn't done until late. Jackson wouldn't like this at all, but it was for our own good. If we were to have a decent and independent life to run, it would mean that we should share things, including bills and other things pertaining to money. Jackson thought differently about it and kept his mind on his parents would pay and give him money so he could earn them by making his debut. But right now, we drove the wrong way and now it's my turn to push us in the right direction. 

“Did you get the job?” I and my friend had just gone out of the cafe when he asked me. It hadn't taken very long for me to find the job if we had just started out here, but never mind; we got some exercise out of it. I nodded, “Yes, I will start tomorrow.” Little time passed while we were trying to find a way off the busy street. “Do you think Jackson would be okay with that? ” He asked me. I shook my head and sighed. “Quite frankly, I think he'll get a little upset. He is usually only mad if people lie to him, but he would also be mad if I told him that I have a job. The same will happen, just in a different way. ”

“Good luck then.” I giggled on the comment, and we stopped in front of the building I lived in. He patted me on the shoulder and showed me once again his famous thumbs up. I saw him leave the street and I slowly looked up at the high building.

Why did I always make things harder for myself? ‘Yes, Jackson would feel a little disappointed, but that's it! He loves you no matter what! Furthermore, you have a good reason for it! Yes, it's nothing to be nervous about, just open the door and pretend nothing has ever happened.’

I hold around the handle that would lead me into the big building, frankly, I didn't understand even why I was as nervous as I was. Jackson used to be understanding and almost never angry, and after all this time we've been together, nothing much can happen if actually gets a little disappointed or angry. Or, that I hoped at least. My thinking led me nowhere and I just chose to ignore it as best I could.

The elevator ride felt like an hour, but lasted less than one minute. I was the only one who used it at the time, so it drove straight to my floor. A ding sounded in the spacious elevator and the floor number was shown on a screen at the top of the door. I stepped out and walked towards the door to our apartment a little further down the hall.

''Jackson Wang & Kunpimook Bhuwakul.'' I read aloud from the sign that stood at the door. When I read this every time I was going in I always thought about when the postman came and was delivered a package for me. My name was hard to pronounce, so every time a new postman came, it was always wildly comical. The first time it happened both me and Jackson almost died of laughter!

I grabbed the handle, and noted it wasn't locked. Okay, so he was home. But nothing to worry about Bambam! Remember, there is nothing to worry about, he knows nothing! I opened the door, and suddenly I was attacked by several kilos that jumped up on me.

What?

Part 2 coming in some hours! - I had to divide the whole chapter in two since it's 9573 words long. Oh yeah! EXTRA LONG CHAPTER!!!
*cough* anyway... Nothing much happens in this part... Everything exciting actually happens in the next part, so please read it when I release it soon!

Thank you.